If it weren't for the superb marksmanship just now, they even suspected that this was a fake boss.

The little doodians stood beside them, and their big eyes were also watching this scene.

The parents wiped the corners of their eyes: "Hurry, thank you for these two PLA uncles."

The little doodles didn't say anything. One of them pulled his mother's sleeve and leaned against his mother's ear and said, "There is a person in there who is the sister."

"You, there is no difference between men and women. Don't just see good-looking people, just say they are sisters."

Just smile, even if you stop this topic.

However, the topic that cannot be overcome is the hug in front of you.

Of course, it must be all within the action group.

The person in charge came over and asked someone to hold the tattooed man.

The man could no longer leave, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.

This proves that the task was completed very successfully and captured alive.

The tattooed man was lifted down. When he saw those people wearing black hoods, his first reaction was that this was definitely not an ordinary armed policeman, and he must have come out of the army.

However, the other party was wearing a black face towel, and they couldn't tell at all.

The people watching there, there was a journalist working in journalism, who wanted to record this scene.

However, Qin Mo was first to discover it, and he glanced at the magician on the left.

The magician stepped forward and stood in front of the camera: "Sorry, I can't take pictures, please hand over the negatives."

"Why? Sir, your heroic deeds should be reported so that everyone can know, what a great contribution this is. Without you, these children will not be able to be rescued." The worker adjusted his angle and tried to capture the scenes of Bo Jiu and Qin Mo: "Just just now, was it the school bus disguised as a doctor?"

The magician frowned, without hesitation this time, he took the camera, then quickly opened it, took out the storage card, and folded it into two sections.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Don't think it's great if you are an armed police. What do you do when you touch my camera?" The man exploded immediately.

The magician ignored the matter and walked back to Qin Mo: "Boss, it's solved."

"Closing the team." Qin Mo only said two words.

The person in charge basically understood the situation, and the worker was still yelling: "It's unreasonable, I let more people know how hero they are and appreciate them. Why are these people so arrogant? If you don't understand, you'll still ruin my things."

In fact, as long as the worker is not so selfish, he should understand that not allowing him to take pictures is to be good to himself.

Imposing appreciation on others but not knowing your own behavior is likely to expose such a mysterious action team, which is even more dangerous.

A world-class mercenary organization is not weak.

They can not only get information from your appearance, but also filter and lock targets from your clothing and body combat habits.

The person in charge gave the police a gesture. The meaning of the gesture was very simple, which was to take the person away. The more you explained, the more information you leaked, and you might as well say nothing.

Even he thought at first that the person sent to them this time was armed police with guns.

But when the person in charge saw one of them disguised as a doctor, his every move and the two perfect snipers that ordinary people could not accomplish just now.

He knew that this was not an armed police officer at all.

The special forces emerged from his mind, but he didn't know which unit it belongs to and which number it was.

These people stand upright and quiet, and even carry guns with great force. When it is time to be quiet, you cannot even notice their existence.

Such a special forces soldier... the person in charge changed his face and didn't say much.

However, the tattoo man was not convinced. When his eyes passed through Qin Mo, it seemed like poison was leaking: "You are dead."

He spoke Burmese, like a poisonous tongue spitting out a letter.

Qin Mo didn't even look at him.

The tattooed man's mouth was bleeding, his wrist was hanging, and his eyes fell on Bo Jiu's face again: "Especially you, the doctor."

Qin Mo made movement at this time, blocked his body and opened his thin lips slightly: "You won't have that chance, because you will die in a prison in China."

After hearing the sound, the tattoo man's eyes shook heavily, as if he was a little disbelief.

This sound...this sound!

That devil-like existence.

The tattoo man will never forget it. Once a man sniped ten of them with a gun, like a ghost. Until the end, they did not find his place.

If it weren't for someone's support, his life would have been ruined.

It's because I remember it too deeply.

So even this sound cannot be forgotten.

The one who once destroyed them at their most glorious and most believers!

How is that possible? Wasn’t he psychologically hinted?

How did it appear here?

The tattooed man's expression and expression changed. After being sent to the police car, he was still scared.

That was the fear imprinted deep in the heart, and everything stopped as the police door closed.

But the little doodians were still standing there, a little scared and wanted to speak: "Mom, mom."

"Um?"

"That brother pulled his sister like he was leading a child."

"Those are two brothers, don't admit your mistakes anymore."

However, it was indeed like leading a child, probably because one of them was too tall and covered with a black facial scarf on his face, while the other one looked handsome but was indeed young.

Bo Jiu looked at his hand and was simply treated with the wound by the great god.

Even she felt that the wound was dispensable to her.

But when the wrist is held by the great god, you can always feel the temperature under the thin skin, and you can get it like jade.

It is obvious that Qin Mo has other things to do, and it is not appropriate to lead Bo Jiu like this.

So, some people who followed their boss saw what Boss took out from his pants and put it on the boy's hand: "Come on after eating."

Bo Jiu looked at the thing in his palm, his mouth curled, and he didn't say anything.

The magician who was closest to these two people was walking well, but suddenly hit the tree.

The hunter is better than him, at least he didn't hit a tree.

But after seeing this scene, the reaction was the same and I felt a little distorted.

The prince even opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but after touching the eyes of the big demon, he quickly raised his eyes and looked at the sky, whistling in his mouth, as if I had seen nothing.

The heart is already filled with gossip!

Grandma, what is this situation!

Wolf Teeth is silent next to her...silence...

But the little doodle and the others were not silent, turned their heads and spoke again: "Mom, do you bring candy?"

"At this time, I still want to eat candy?" The mother looked at her son's blood-stained arms and hugged her.

Xiao Douding curled his lips: "That big brother brought candy to the little brother. I saw it. It's still the taste of orange. It's great to have an older brother. Mom and Dad, give me another brother. When you grow up, bring me candy."

Hearing this, the mother was stunned and looked behind her. She saw the boy who had just pretended to be a doctor, holding a lollipop in his mouth and holding a pants bag in one hand. Her expression was a little lazy, and her clothes and feet were pulled by another child.

"Sister, no, mom said you are a little brother. Didn't you just say you gave me candy? Then you and I will."

The boy stretched out his index finger and shook it: "This can't be given."

"Why?" Xiao Douding was in a little mood.

The boy was unmoved: "This was given to me by my captain. The people given to me are different, so the meaning is different. Do you understand?"

Xiaodouding obviously doesn’t understand, isn’t it just a piece of candy?

But the prince was confused when he heard this, so the big devil's pocket was bulging because he had these candy?

Big devil, candy...

Who would connect these two things together?

And the way the big devil coaxes the soldiers is to give candy?

Is this a little too slim?

The prince imagined that if the big devil gave him a piece of candy... it would definitely be even more terrifying than the end of the world.

The prince shuddered and stretched out his hand to stumble his arms.

The facts prove that the prince really thought too much.

The magician and the hunter stood beside him, and their thoughts had already flown by one hundred and eighty degrees.

“There’s a problem.”

"nonsense."
To be continued...