"Good." The driver opened the rear door and Wang Fuqu went in to check the situation of muxue. After a while, he came out of the car and said, "keep up with my car. The police chief is coming." After Wang Fuqu finished, a bodyguard came to open the door for him.
Then, sitting in the driver's seat, Wang Fu Qu sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to have a rest. He didn't have a good rest for a long time. The vehicles specially choose some remote national roads to drive and try to avoid the pursuit of the police.
As the sky turns white, a warm sun rises slowly. It shines on this elegant villa. A ray of light appears in a room on the third floor, but there is no warm feeling.
Liuxia thought that he would be able to turn on the old computer soon, but he still worked hard to crack it before sunrise. Outside the house, in addition to two SWAT teams, a team of people with the same uniform as the Liuxia Yang Mausoleum was added.
Nine people in Suzhou air defense military base were called here overnight to guard their safety. One of the nine was born in the medical department of the military academy and was in charge of rescuing people and treating injuries.
But don't just think that he can only save people. This guy, who came from a military doctor, is an outstanding soldier in the army for his military fighting skills and his knowledge of firearms and ammunition. He can easily choose the ruthless role of a soldier in a platoon.
The reason why he worked as a military doctor in Mu Xiao's team was that his ancestors were all practicing medicine, and his grandmother believed in Buddhism. When he was young, he would always teach him that saving one life is better than building a seven level floating butcher, so that he should not kill.
Unfortunately, things backfired. After seeing the bloody and cruel scenes of the battlefield, he also let him know that the people who can save people can only be those who have strength in their hands, and violence can only yield to greater violence.
Yan Zhaoming, who abandoned medicine and began to learn the skill of killing, entered the special forces of Langya with the help of Chinese people's ability. But he didn't give up the medical skill of saving people. He tried not to shoot easily on the battlefield.
Only when a teammate is injured will he appear. After the war, he would also treat the captured villains, even if they were the villains who had done all kinds of bad things before.
Such a man has a fierce nickname in the team, "King Yanluo!" Mu Qiu, who heard this nickname for the first time, thought that this person was a person with a vicious face. If not a vicious person, he should also be a person who stood there without anger.
When Yan Zhaoming stands in front of him, Mu Qiu is also stunned. This person not only does not look like a little bluffing, on the contrary, he has a friendly face.
One can not see the age of a baby face, two dimples hanging on the face, expressionless when they think he is laughing. Mu Qiu asked Yang Lingjun around him, "is this the king of Yanluo in the mouth of Liuxia? Why doesn't it look like it? "
Yang Lingjun, who didn't talk much to others, seemed to be quite good to Mu Qiu. He explained for him, "this is the king of Yan Luo in our team. Don't look at his gentle face."
"When he was angry in the Middle East, he killed an armed rebel army of more than 70 people with one man. At that time, the rebel countries were shocked. Until now, the rebel forces there are still scared when they hear his name. "
Mu Qiu doubts of say, "that why does he want to kill that more than 70 people?"