No. 1225 Handsome

In the next second.

Wang Chuanlei's idea was also crushed.

Because a car drove up behind his car.

Compared with sports cars, that car is very low-key.

But it does not affect the boulders it casts.

Because the person who got out of the car was none other than Qin Mo.

He still had a white bandage on his hand, and he stood there tall and straight.

Behind him, there were four sports cars as a background. Obviously, the camouflage uniform and the suit did not match.

But this problem did not seem to exist in front of Qin Mo.

Under the halo, he had black hair, a straight back, and deep and silent eyes.

Every part of it explained.

He was a soldier.

A Chinese soldier.

"Do you come out by yourself, or do I handcuff you?"

This was Qin Mo's first sentence.

Bo Jiu supported his face with one hand, sitting in the Land Rover, and suddenly smiled, with a bit of evil spirit.

The words of the great god were really straightforward and neat.

Helpless, the arrested person seemed unwilling to give up.

"You rely on the power of the Qin family to slander whoever you want? Handcuff him? Qin Mo, arresting people also requires evidence. I was quiet here, and you rushed out like this and made such a big noise. Have you ever thought about the impact?"

Wang Chuanlei knew that he couldn't go out. If he went out at this time, he would definitely be photographed. Now is the Internet age. If he really caused some public opinion, his career in this life would be over.

But, how could Qin Mo still let him play the turtle.

He kicked directly, and his neat skills kicked on the car with a clang, which was extremely fierce.

Wang Chuanlei shuddered.

Even Bo Jiu felt that if she was in that car, she would feel uneasy.

But the strength of the God's kick... It didn't seem to be so strong before.

Could it be that he didn't use all his strength when fighting with her?

It seems that she needs to re-evaluate the God's martial arts value, so that there will be no accidents when kidnapping people.

Whether it was people sitting on the bus or driving over, they all stuck their heads out. Almost everyone stretched their necks, and many people took photos. After all, the scene was too blockbuster, and no one knew what was going on.

But the sudden appearance of four special forces in camouflage uniforms was a rare scene in itself, and they were so handsome that people thought they were acting in a movie.

Qin Mo leaned over, and his uninjured hand supported the front of the car. He looked at the driver in the driver's seat with a slightly sideways figure, domineering and noble: "If he doesn't get off, you won't get off either?"

The driver already understood what happened at this time. There must be something wrong with the person he was following.

Such a scene frightened him so much that his legs went weak, and he glanced at the rearview mirror.

Wang Chuanlei's face was tense: "Sit! Wait for someone to come!"

"Wait for someone to come?" Hearing this, Qin Mo raised his bandaged left hand.

There was a swish!

The sniper standing behind him raised his gun directly, aiming at the car.

Qin Mo looked at the driver and said in a low voice: "I have one last question. If he doesn't get out, you won't get out either?"

"I'll get out, I'll get out!" The driver was so scared that his voice was shaking. He opened the door tremblingly, but at an astonishing speed. He had never seen such a tough move.

Wang Chuanlei watched the door open with his own eyes, and his face turned completely pale...