Chapter 1698： Old slave!

The first thousand six hundred and ninety-eight chapters old slaves!

The train team under the **** has eight cars. The first three, the last four. The car under the middle of the ridge is hard to work. Unless someone is bombarded with a cannon, ordinary bullets are hard to hurt. Even if you walk through the minefield, there is a strong suspension function to escort, and multiple injuries at the top will not kill you.

According to the security team, in the course of arriving at the hotel from the speech venue, in addition to the regular police arrangement of the city, the police in the jurisdiction also pulled up several police points and kept in touch with the security team. Once the situation occurs, hundreds of police forces in the jurisdiction will rush to the scene.

Strive to be foolproof.

But for this, Ling Xiaoxi did not pay attention to it. Because she does not think that these police forces can stop each other. A group of horrible existences than the devil!

"Your Majesty. You have a word."

There were few openings in these days, and even Xiao Zheng did not notice any abnormal drivers finally coming out.

This is a middle-aged man who is about forty years old. In name, it is the royal driver under the ridge. For such a position request, the Chinese authorities did not have any reasons for refusal. What's more, after a few days of getting along, even Xiao Zheng had to admit that the middle-aged man's car skills are really first-class.

"What about that?" Ling Xiao slightly lifted his eyes and stared at the middle-aged driver's eyes through the rearview mirror. "Is you sure to kill him. Or me?"

The middle-aged driver shook his head and his voice was low and dumb. "I can clearly feel that just now, his alertness has been reduced to a minimum. Especially in the face of you, he may have lost all his defenses."

"This time, I am going to kill him with all my heart." The middle-aged driver licked his lips. "Then, push all the blame to me. You can even rest assured that I will live until you elute all the suspicions."

"It's a pity. You didn't do it." The middle-aged driver said that the tone gradually became bad.

"Bengang. Pay attention to the tone of your speech." Ling Xiao slightly raised his eyebrows, indifferent. "At least for now, your identity is my driver."

"Yes. My dear sire." Bengang's slightly smashed eyes flashed in the haze. "But then, you may face an unimaginable disaster."

Ling Xiao looked up and swept Ben Steel: "Close your mouth and concentrate on driving."

Bengang did not say much, and drove to the hotel with a calm look.

Along the way, no unexpected attacks occurred. When Bengang personally pulled the door for Ling Xiao and watched him enter the hotel under the **** of the security team, his lips and corners showed a strange smile. Then re-drill into the car and park the car in the underground car park.

Jiang Qing led the **** to Ling Xiao and went to the room. Respectfully: "Your Majesty, you should rest early."

"Thank you, Captain Jiang." Ling Xiao took the initiative to reach out and hold it. "There have been hard work in these few days."

"This is our duty." Jiang Qing said respectfully. It is a worry in my heart.

How did Xiao Zheng get off the bus? And the call is not answered. Did he offend the squat?

After watching the entrance to the hotel door, she quickly arranged security measures. The entire hotel is defense-tight, and even flies want to fly in.

Ling Hao put the backhand on the door, but did not take the initiative to turn on the lights. Instead, walk leisurely to the center of the living room, then sit down slowly. A cup of tea is being brewed on the coffee table, and a scent of scent is drilled into the nose.

She just entered the house, why is the tea on the coffee table?

Obviously, before entering the room under the ridge, the living room had already been there.

Moreover, he continued to stay in the living room to drink tea.

in the dark. A pair of smoky eyes that can be seen through the moonlight are just staring at the tea that is sizzling. I did not bow to the honorable Ling Xiao, and did not say hello to him. Just calmly wash the tea set, then pour tea.

"Japanese tea art was passed by Huaxia. I learned a virtual form, but I couldn't grasp the essence." The man in the dark wearing a Zhongshan suit picked up a cup of tea and slowly handed it to Ling Xiao. "Your Majesty, you taste the cup of tea cooked by the old slave."

Ling Xiao took the tea cup and took a sip, and raised his eyebrows: "It is indeed a good tea."

"It's not a good tea. It's a complete process of brewing tea. It's a skill to make tea, and a heart is enough to be pious." The man who claimed to be a slave said slowly. “Drinking tea is a mood, not an arty. In this respect, your generation of young people is still tender.”

The man’s voice line seems to have been beaten for thousands of years, decaying and old. Although he couldn't see his true colors, but only the hands of the two toasts, they were engraved with annual wrinkles.

"I love to drink tea, but I don't know tea. Is this an arty style?" Ling Xiao asked with a wink.

"Not counting." The man said indifferently. "But I am indifferent. And I don't believe it."

Later, the man slightly increased his tone.

Even so, it is still making Ling Xiao’s heart tremble.

Only the strong in strength is far stronger than the strong, only have such a terrible momentum. In just one sentence, you can shock the depths of the soul under Ling Xiao.

For a moment, the air filled with boiling chill. It seems to be hotter than the boiling water on the table.

"The old man, old, temper is still small." Ling Xiao is not afraid, the eyes are shining with a cold light.

"The old slave is just a microphone. Just listen to it, don't listen. There are always people to deal with this matter." The man slowly got up and a majestic pressure swept through. It was actually difficult for Ling Xiao to get up. Even the breathing quickly became heavy.

"Since you have this ability, why not do it yourself, but you have to fake it to me?" Ling Xiaoqiang forced himself to calm down. “Don't there be a presence in this world that makes you feel scared?”

"The old slaves don't know what it means to be afraid. They only know how to act." The man said in an understatement. "This time I have not been able to keep my promise. Next, perhaps you will also be punished as necessary. This is what we said beforehand."

Ling Xiao took a deep look at the man and finally stood up with perseverance.

She stared straight at the man wearing a Zhongshan suit, her eyes calm and cold: "I help you, is to give you face. If you don't help, can you help me?"

The men's turbid scorpions suddenly burst into the light, and the sound line is extremely sharp: "Let's go down. You should know that the old slave wants to kill you, and there is no difference between pinching an ant. You don't think you can Living to the present, the security team is strong and strong. However, the mood of the old slave is not too bad."