Lazio, Italy.

This is a city on the coastline in western Italy, full of the romance of sunshine, beaches, and bikini. Of course, it is also a popular place for Italian football, quiet, comfortable, passionate and colorful.

Nearly three hundred gang members gathered at 12 o'clock in time in front of an abandoned factory in the north of the city. They changed into jeans and put on loose sportswear. Long Xiaoqi sat in the car in camouflage, which was different from everyone's clothes, giving people the feeling of being a star.

"The reason why I was sitting in the car and chatting with you last night was because I didn't want to show up. I had to make Zach, the mafia, make a wrong judgment, thinking that the smashing of the situation was just Monica's little temperament." Long Xiaoqi patted Asheng's shoulder and smiled: "I said I would take you to do big things, so I must take you to do it. But I just don't know if you are enough, and if you dare to do it."

Asheng smiled. There was nothing he dared not do.

"Son-in-law, are you kidnapping or why?" Asheng smiled at Long Xiaoqiu and said, "This is a good place, suitable for handling some things."

"Kidnapping? I've been tired of it. Today I'll open your eyes, otherwise I'll always say I'm bragging." Long Xiaoqi waved his hand and walked out of the car and smiled: "Men do everything, but they just don't brag."

Asheng, who was following behind, rolled his eyes. He believed that Long Xiaoqi could not do anything, but could brag. He blew for several hours last night, and it was really a mess, and he was almost blowing into the universe.

Long Xiaoqi was too lazy to pay attention to Asheng. He put his hands in his pocket and swung his cigarette in his mouth towards the factory gate. When he walked into the gate and came to the factory gate, Asheng's hand slowly reached into his clothes, with an extremely vigilant on his face.

He smelled a special dangerous atmosphere, which was very strong, much more dangerous than his life-and-death battle with the Muay Thai champion back then.

Five or six fully armed professional soldiers showed their heads silently, holding the rifle in their hands to lock Asheng's head.

After being locked, Asheng immediately pulled his hands out of his clothes and simply raised his hands extremely, indicating that he had no weapons in his hands. Not only him, but all the dozen people who followed him raised their hands because they realized how dangerous this place was.

This double red flower stick and gold medal thug have never experienced the cruel life of professional soldiers, but their perception of danger is not bad at all. When they see these fully armed professional soldiers, they immediately realize the gap between them.

They fought in a fire, and at most they were fighting with AK, but these professional soldiers were armed to their teeth. The guns in their hands were also stopped by the military, and they were equipped with laser sights and grenade launchers.

What Asheng and others are most taboo is the eyes of these professional soldiers, which are cold and bloodthirsty, making people want to vomit - because the smell of blood on their bodies is too strong.

"Owner." Long Xiaoqi shouted.

With his voice, these professional soldiers lowered their guns, but their eyes were still staring at Asheng and the others.

At this time, Asheng also felt a keen sense of relaxation in his brain and chest. When he subconsciously looked up to the north, his eyes were shocked: Sniper!

This was something the sniper deliberately let him see, and even said that he even gave him an evil smile when he lurked back.

"I laugh at you sister?" Long Xiaoqi cursed: "Who is the one above? I'll kill you!"

Asheng was stunned for a moment. He was so funny that the sniper laughed, but the son-in-law even started scolding him?!

"Crash!"

The iron gate opened, the thorn bird walked out, Chonglong Xiaoqi showed a smile. But this smile was just Chonglong Xiaoqi's, and disappeared when his eyes moved to Asheng's face.

Damn...

Asheng just glanced at the thorn bird and immediately looked away.

He could clearly feel the violent power in this man's body. If the Muay Thai champion was the biggest opponent he had ever encountered in his life, then the man in front of him would be a volcano that would spray at any time.

It cannot be fought against by humans, and you will be swallowed by this volcano if you are not careful.

Cold sweat flowed down Asheng's spine. He gritted his teeth hard, feeling that he could not be so cowardly, so he struggled to raise his head and looked at the Thornbird. Unfortunately, when he raised his head, the Thornbird stopped looking at him and smiled again at his son-in-law.

"Boss, all the equipment is in place." Thornbird Chonglong Xiaoqi said: "All the equipment is also equipped according to the general's wishes. She said you like big scenes."

Long Xiaoqi nodded. The equipment here must be fine and the firepower must be sufficient.

"How is it in Africa? How is the Hunter School? And God's armed?" Long Xiaoqi asked.

"Keep the same for the time being, you are still here to serve as the principal of the Hunter School. We take turns to be instructors. Oh, by the way, I am usually responsible for the Hunter School. As for God's armed forces... Hemingway is temporarily responsible, and he is here."

"He?" Long Xiaoqi smiled.

"Boss." Hemingway walked out of it with a smile on his face.

He hasn't seen Long Xiaoqi for a long time, and now he has seen him again, his eyes are full of excitement. To be honest, he and Long Xiaoqi have different lineups, so there are always a series of oppositions.

Hemingway missed his time at Hunter School very much, which was perhaps the most enjoyable period of his life.

This is another powerful professional soldier, who is actually called the son-in-law?!

Asheng's eyes were full of disbelief. He felt that he was dreaming. How could a person like the son-in-law who brags without drafting can be called the boss by these tough characters? Dreaming, am I dreaming?!

However, at this time, Long Xiaoqi no longer paid attention to him. It can be said that he would never have a chance to hear Long Xiaoqi brag in the future.

Long Xiaoqi stared at Hemingway and smiled, then kicked the other person in the chest.

"Bang!"

Hemingway's body was kicked backwards and lay heavily on the ground, making a muffled groan in pain.

"My uncle Cao, now I'm running over and calling me the boss?" Long Xiaoqi walked over and stepped on Hemingway's neck and cursed: "When God is armed, have you said a word? That is, my life is a little harder, otherwise I'm afraid I will really not see you again and I won't hear you call me the boss."

"Boss... although I..."

"Haha, what are you?" Long Xiaoqi licked his lips and sneered: "Hemingway, I'm thinking about our brothers at the Hunter School. It's not difficult for you here today. You, get out of God's arms and get back to your SEALs. If we see each other again, we won't know each other, and you will die!"

"Boss..."
Chapter completed!