Chapter 672

Muchuan asked, "where's the man who brought him?"

"Outside."

Muchuan and Zhong Kun immediately came to the reception hall of the headquarters of the k-word party. A tall man with a full face and a four or five-year-old boy was waiting there.

The little boy was born very beautiful. His delicate facial features were as perfect as the magnetic doll made by God. His dark eyes seemed to contain a mysterious and quiet feeling. He holds a black cane in his hand and stands beside the man. Although he is small, he has a kind of magic that can't be ignored. Even at a glance, he will lock his eyes on him.

Without waiting for Muchuan to ask, the little boy quietly said, "my name is Fengche, and fengluoxuan is my father."

"Are you the son of huokui?" he said

Fengluoxuan is a member of the underworld organization in the ark of the covenant. Huokui is his code name. His real identity is the prince of Oman.

Xiao Fengche nodded and said quietly, "I want to see Uncle Mocheng."

Muchuan frowned. At this time, the man standing beside Fengche spoke in a calm voice, "you should have guessed the purpose of our coming here. The situation over there is urgent now. With Oman's own army alone, there is no way to compete with that superpower. Therefore, we ask you to help us! "

Muchuan looked down at Fengche. His eyes narrowed. He said, "you wait here." With the k-word gold medal, he turned and left.

Zhong Kun has always been standing there with his arms around. First he looks at Xiao Fengche, then he looks at the dark hand in his hand. His eyes are first surprised, then excited.

When he noticed that the man next to Xiao Fengche was watching him warily, Zhong Kun laughed and held out his hand to him, "Zhong Kun,"

the man also held out his hand, "038."

Zhong Kun a Leng, some funny ask, "code?"

038 light way back, "the name is just a kind of code."

Zhong Kun chuckles, "well said."

Lowering his head, he looked at little Fengche and did not hide his interest in the little boy. But he said to 038, "is this little guy special?"

It's a question, but it's affirmative. Zhong Kun may not see the essence of human beings, but he has a keen sense of smell for some supernatural things. On this little boy, he sniffed something that excited him again!

038 deep eyes across a trace of surprise, and then, and restore as before, "unexpected, K word party is really Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon ah."

"Ha ha," Zhong Kun said with a smile, looking at Xiao Fengche sincerely, "little guy, no matter what kind of problems you encounter in the future, you can come to me." A little pause, and added, "even incredible."

Xiao Feng Che nodded and said, "thank you."

Although he is young, he has no trouble communicating with adults like Zhong Kun. That pair of dark deep eyes, always different from the wisdom and calm of children of the same age.

Behind him came the sound of footsteps.

As soon as Feng Che looked up, he saw the people coming in, and his eyes were bright. The fine Mou once swept, carefully looked at him.

Before 038, he served in the U.S. Marine Corps, was the captain of the special operations team, and knew the information of the world's major gangsters. But it's the first time I've really met the leader of the k-word party.

The most striking part of Mo Cheng's whole body is the long hair, which is scattered at will, elegant and powerful. Few men with long hair will leave a wave of domineering out.

He is slender and well proportioned, a cold, wearing a relatively loose traditional Mexican clothing, no cumbersome patterns, just a black, wide sleeves on his body, do not have a dust-free charm. Cold face, it seems to have been bathed in a piece of frost, cold and compelling, but also handsome to the extreme.

"Uncle Mocheng," without being introduced, Xiao Fengche already knew his identity. He went over and called softly.

Mo Cheng low Mou, once swept him, "have what matter, say."

This is the first time that Mocheng has spoken in the past few days after he has recovered from a serious illness. The object is still a child, a child who has only seen two sides. Once, when he was just born, Mo Cheng for the first time sent a k-word gold medal to the baby, which made people confused. The second time is now, the original baby has grown into a beautiful little boy.

His cold and aloof attitude didn't scare little Fengche. He raised his head and looked at him, "Uncle Mocheng, I want you to help my dad."

"Gulu"

behind him, Muchuan couldn't help swallowing and sweating for xiaofengche. Ah, who let him come with the k-word gold medal at this time?

038 also keeps an eye on the man in front of him. His decision is crucial. The k-word party is located in Mexico City, and Mexico is their headquarters, close to the United States. No matter what the k-word party does, it will have an impact on the United States. This is what people often say. Barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes. Smuggling, drugs and violence in Mexico emerge one after another. Fortunately, big gangs like the k-word party are controlling here. However, as long as the k-word party makes some guiding actions, the United States will become the most direct victim of these transactions. Therefore, in order to maintain this kind of balance under the stage, the United States still has some fear of the k-word party.Xiao Fengche said nothing more, just waiting quietly, as if he had already made up his mind about the result.

Mo Cheng closed his eyes, turned around and went out, "Muchuan, send all the planes that are free."

“YES！” Muchuan excited, toward small seal Che quietly squeezed the next eye, quickly went out to prepare.

038 also quietly relieved. Just now, he was really afraid that this man would refuse. Moreover, he also has good reasons to refuse, after all, no one will be fed up with the United States against! This attack means setting a clear stand.

In the future, it will be a strong enemy.

In the twinkling of an eye, dozens of planes came from all directions, black fuselage, above a yellow K word, very eye-catching. Hovering around the castle on the top of the mountain, the formation, seen from a distance, was arrogant, domineering and arrogant to the extreme.

Mocheng and others on the plane, indifferent mouth, "to Muscat."

For a moment, the vast group of fighters, keeping a neat line in the air, flew towards Muscat.

Ziling finally ran to the open street, she rushed to the phone booth, "youyou! Here comes Mommy... "

She was stunned to see the empty telephone booth.

"Youyou..." For a few seconds, Ziling was at a loss. She gasped and looked up at the bombed street. Her head was blank.

"Youyou, where are you? Where are you? Here comes Mommy

Cold, spread to the four limbs.

Ziling ran on the deserted street, shouting her daughter's name.

She can't lose her daughter, she must find her back, youyou is OK, she is OK!!

Want to find her daughter's strong idea, instant support her, regardless of the occasional gunshot around, purple spirit along the street began to keep looking.

The war lasted for a whole night. Ziling kept her body weaker and weaker. She also looked for it all night. She never gave up when her strength was no longer enough.

There was a roar in the sky. Ziling looked up and saw groups of fighters coming from afar. They almost occupied the whole sky.

Fight, boom, blow up, Ziling already doesn't care. Without her daughter, what else does she care?

She sat on the ground dejectedly, endured tears for a long time, and finally won her eyes, "Youyou, it's mommy who didn't protect you..."

Enough crying, she got up and continued to search for her daughter along the street. As long as she had a breath, she could not give up!

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Inside the black fighter, Mo Cheng's indifferent eyes scan Muscat in the gunfire, and his eyebrows are covered with a lingering shadow. Beside him, the beautiful little boy, always lying in front of the window, calm eyes overflow with a trace of anxiety, when he unconsciously called "mommy", he seemed to see youyou

"They won't die that easily."

He said faintly, for Mo Cheng, this is absolutely the greatest comfort.

Looking back, he ordered, "Muchuan, as long as you see the shadow of the US Army, blow it up for me."

He hated the murderer who separated the child from Mommy.

"Yes."

Muchuan was very excited. He immediately ordered the black fighters to disperse and fly in other directions of the city.

With the sudden arrival of these fighters, the situation in Muscat was reversed in an instant, until it was twilight, and everything finally stopped.

The street is gradually full of people, Su Ziling is walking among them, staring at her daughter's figure. There are more and more people around, and some people carry away the corpses by the side of the road. Every time she passes by Ziling, she can't help shivering.

She believes that her daughter will be OK, no, no

It was like self hypnosis. She forced herself not to fall.

Just as her trance eyes passed a row of cars in front of her, she was shocked.

"You you! Excellent

Not far away, Su Xiaoyou is being carried into the car. Ziling pushes away the crowd and runs to the other side, shouting excitedly, "youyou!"

Su Xiaoyou was shocked when she heard mommy's voice. She turned her face. When she was sure it was really Mommy, she cried out in surprise, "Mommy!"

Purple spirit rushed over, hugged her, tears have been out of control, the whole night of fear, has been about to torture her crazy.

Su Xiaoyou is also afraid of crying, "Mommy, you're lost again, aren't you?"

Ziling completely ignored the image and cried bitterly, "Youyou, I'm really worried about Mommy. Fortunately, Mommy finally found you..."

"Woo Mommy is so stupid I don't like you

"Mommy knows it's wrong..."

Just as they were weeping, a woman with long hair came by and asked with a smile, "is she your daughter?"

Su Ziling raised her tears and remembered that it was probably the other party who saved her daughter. She stood up and said gratefully, "it's you who saved my daughter. Thank you very much..."www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!