Habitually wave your hands.

It turned out that I still couldn't move my right hand. I was depressed.

I hugged people just now with my left hand. In fact, I didn't have much strength. But she didn't resist strongly.

What does this mean?

It shows that Lang is interested in concubine.

You love me and I wish...

It doesn’t count as robbing civilian girls…

"You're not feeling well yet?" Yan Ruzi frowned.

"Only three days." Zhang Yong replied bitterly.

Tell me, any bullet-penetrating wounds can be healed in three days.

Do you consider yourself a mythical beast?

Yan Ruzi carefully took off his straps and checked the wounds.

Then he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, picked out some powder from it, and applied it to his wound. Then he carefully tied the bandage.

"You won't poison me to death, right?" Zhang Yong said.

"Yes! I will poison you to death right away!" Yan Ruzi gritted her teeth angrily.

This bastard, she was forced to obey. Really.

If she really sleeps with him next time, she will definitely strangle him to death. strangle him to death...

"Come with me."

"Where to go?"

"Capture Chiporov."

"where is he?"

Yan Ruzi looked around blankly.

It was quiet all around. Where could Cheporov be seen?

This Zhang Yong is talking nonsense again.

I really thought I was a three-year-old girl.

By the way, she didn't know where she heard it from. Zhang Yong also had a nickname, "The thief can blow."

What do you mean? It’s just nonsense.

Even the most talkative person in the world was willing to bow down in front of Zhang Yong.

Why?

Because what Zhang Yong said was serious.

It feels like even he believes it himself. He has no choice but to disbelieve others. If you don’t believe it, you may suffer a loss.

The worst offenders are the Japanese.

Every time I am deceived by this guy, I get confused and confused.

However, if you say he is purely lying, that doesn't seem to be the case. The things he described are verifiable right before our eyes.

If it was a big scam, I definitely wouldn't have said it in such detail.

At that time, if things don't happen, wouldn't it be a loss of reputation? You won't believe him from now on?

"Are you sure you are looking for Cheporov?"

"yes!"

"Are you sure he's nearby?"

"right!"

"I do not believe."

"Why?"

"How could you possibly know where Cheporov is? I don't even know."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong did not explain.

Because the number 1 mark is getting closer and closer. They are just one street apart.

Quietly gesture to let the people behind you hide.

Yan Ruzi couldn't help but become curious.

So you can see it? Is Cheporov really there?

Do not believe……

Do not believe……

However, when she turned down a street, she saw a group of White Russians.

not one.

It's a big group.

To be precise, there are nineteen in total.

All on foot.

Didn't drive.

One of them is Cheporov.

Yan Ruzi has been in Shanghai for many years, and she knew what Cheporov was like.

Secretly surprised.

Cheporov really showed up.

He is really here.

How did Zhang Yong know this? Why did he ambush him in advance?

This place is a ghost...

It's so weird...

He turned to look at Zhang Yong and found that his face was expressionless.

Or frowning a little?

There were so many people, and they all carried weapons. They even had Thompson submachine guns!

Zhang Yong quickly shrank his head.

Mad. What is the White Russian going to do tonight?

Does it feel like going on a killing spree?

Wocao. It’s so exciting. But I don’t dare to show my face easily.

Why? He only has a team with only a dozen people. He can't beat him. He can't beat him at all.

Those White Russians who are as burly as polar bears cannot be killed with pistol bullets. At least they must be killed with a Thompson submachine gun or rifle.

There are three British 77 rifles, but obviously the firepower is insufficient to contain so many White Russians.

Unless it's the Garand M1 semi-automatic rifle. That's still possible.

It was sloppy. There were too few people with me.

"Give me a gun." Yan Ruzi suddenly said.

"You know how to use it?" Zhang Yong was confused.

"meeting."

"All right!"

Zhang Yong handed her a Browning M1935 pistol. Brand new.

For beauties, of course it must be of the best quality.

Hopefully she won't give herself a shot.

As it turns out, that's impossible. She won't kill herself now.

It's not good for her. Unless she wants to die.

If she kills herself, the people around her will immediately beat her into a hornet's nest.

Why seek death?
To be continued...