The moon is dark and the wind is high.
In Longhai, a warehouse in the southern suburbs, the lights are flickering, and the surrounding environment is slightly desolate.
In the wild grass half a person's height, Xiaodao and several elites from the Falcon Hall lurk.
"Brother Dao, is this really where the Flying Eagle Gang stores drugs?"
A slightly thin young man asked in a low voice.
"Ok."
Xiaodao nodded, took out his mobile phone, covered the light, and glanced, why hasn't Sun Wugong arrived yet?
"If you snatch the drugs from the Flying Eagle Gang, hehe, I guess Ren Hai will be so angry that he vomits blood, right?"
The other little brother grinned.
"Even if you can't snatch it, you can't keep it for the Flying Eagle Gang." Xiaodao said coldly: "If you can't take it away, you will burn it on fire."
Several elites nodded and continued to lurk.
Originally, they wanted to rush in, but when they saw the little brother patrolling the warehouse, his waist was groaning, he knew they were equipped with firearms!
In addition, Brother Dao also said that there are at least two first-class masters in this warehouse!
Therefore, we can’t act rashly for the time being, and thank you for this week’s 88 yuan red envelope for Weiwu Domineering Ruofeng, 8 yuan red envelope for absurd it, 8 yuan red envelope for anger and 8 yuan red envelope, 2 yuan red envelope for Mingshi, and ㄆyang elongated back view ╮564500931’s 2 Yuan red envelope, 2 yuan red envelope of 596221kK5U6f3s26'.
Go to bed, good night.