Agui always speaks very concisely, just like he does things. He does things simply and clearly, and never fails!
Of course, Mrs. Scorpion trusted him very much, but this time she had a little fun and said softly: "I haven't met such an interesting person for a long time. I want to play in a different way."
A Gui didn't speak, as if he was a part of Mrs. Scorpion's body, always loyal, always executed, and never thought by himself. What Mrs. Scorpion says is nothing, without any reason or any doubt, just execute it.
"Juhai Gang disappointed me this time. I was very unhappy when I actually let my layout be seen through by others." Mrs. Scorpion said to herself. When he turned around and left, Agui disappeared.
Half an hour later, the leader of the Juhai Gang and several backbones suddenly died in a bathing center. Their death was peaceful and seemed to be taken for granted, as if it was natural to kill them.
People outside would never have thought that the residence of Mrs. Scorpion, who was terrified of talking, was just a small tiled house in a village in the city that looked a little dilapidated.
The room was arranged in a simple manner, with a wooden table, a bamboo lounge chair, a cabinet, and a small bed. The bed was covered with charming blue sheets and quilts, and a large wooden bucket for bathing. Although it was simple, there was no dust in this room that could be seen with the naked eye.
Agui pushed the door open and said nothing, but stood quietly next to the door like a sculpture.
Mrs. Scorpion leaned gracefully on the bamboo recliner, her eyes closed slightly. Ten minutes later, she stood up from the recliner and began to clean the room. She was like the most virtuous woman, very serious and careful. Every corner of the room was carefully wiped by a towel dipped in water. After doing all this, she opened the wooden cabinet in the corner of the wall that seemed to be a little old and took out a set of clothes that was exactly the same as hers now.
Blue dress, blue stockings, blue high heels.
The hot water in the big wooden bucket was wafting with fog, and there were blue petals inside.
Mrs. Scorpion gently wiped her shoulders on both sides, and the gorgeous blue dress slid down her ankles like water.
The underwear is also the same kind of charming blue. The two slender and white arms gently unbuttoned the buttons with their back hands, and then a pair of jade hands slowly slid down along their waists.
A white jade-like figure carefully crafted by a carving master, without any concealment.
Mrs. Scorpion sat in the big wooden bucket with her head raised, gently wiping every inch of her skin with a towel. Her movements were very light, soft and very careful. After an hour, she got up from the wooden bucket, wiped her body dry, and changed into another set of exactly the same makeup.
During this whole process, Agui stood next to the door of the room, but Mrs. Scorpion would not worry about her suffering because she knew that the man had never looked at him at all just now because she did not allow him to do that.
"A Gui, I didn't ask you to kill that person before. Are you jealous?" Mrs. Scorpion leaned on the recliner. She understood A Gui as if she knew a part of her body.
"Yes." A Gui never had the habit of lying in front of Mrs. Scorpion.
"Come here." Mrs. Scorpio kicked up gently with the tip of her blue high heels.
Agui slowly walked to the Scorpion Madam, still like a sculpture. Not only did his body not move at all, but his eyes were as fixed as he was.
"Kneel down." The word "Kneel down" in the world is not angry at all, and I am very excited. Only Mrs. Scorpion has such magic power.
Agui knelt gently in front of Mrs. Scorpion, buried his head well like a child.
Mrs. Scorpion sat up, raised one foot, and then gently stepped on Agui's shoulder. From Agui's trembling body, it was not difficult to see that this man was excited at this moment.
"You have to be good. I didn't let you kill him just now. That's because I really want to change the way of playing. Over the years, I have always cut other people's throats with a knife, which is so boring."
Mrs. Scorpion put her jade palm on the back of Agui's head, stroked her gently, and said softly: "Let the Fire Gang do the next thing, I think that will definitely be very interesting."
Agui's body trembled even more violently, and he seemed very excited. Whenever Mrs. Scorpion covered up the conversation with him, he wanted to die immediately because he was so excited that he didn't know how to express his admiration for Mrs. Scorpion.
The hotel where Xiao Yi stays can be regarded as a luxury hotel in Kuncheng. In such a hotel, as long as you are willing to pay for it, almost everything you want or want to get is satisfied, just like Xiao Yi's ordinary minivan full of "goods".
The van also increased its value with the money of its owner. It was arranged in a single garage next to the parking lot. Usually, the ones parked in these single garages are some of the world's top luxury cars. It is probably the first time that a mini van with a net worth of only a few thousand yuan was parked in. It was like a beggar who lived in a presidential suite in a five-star hotel. However, as long as you can afford the money, beggars are also God. The presidential suite will not choose guests because of their clothes. There is only one way to choose, that is, the amount of money in your pocket.
Usually, a single-room garage that only parks top luxury cars is comparable to an ordinary garage. The thick roller shutter door and the special lock can cost several ordinary garages.
If Xiao Yi's two miniature vans are worth only, he may only be able to buy half a rolling shutter door of this garage. The hotel waiters all think that the owner of these two cars is just a nouveau riche who has money and can't find a place to spend.
But at this time, several men in black standing at the door of the garage did not think so, because they knew that the things contained in these two miniature vans were enough to replace them with dozens of top luxury cars.
If it were an ordinary person, if he wanted to open this special roller shutter door, he might not have to open until dawn.
But these big men are different. They are from the Fire Gang in Southern Yunnan.
The Fire Gang can only be regarded as an ordinary gang in southern Yunnan, but it is definitely the most special gang. The most distinctive thing about this gang is that they use commonly, not knives or guns, but various blasting technologies. A gang that was stronger than them once offended the Fire Gang, and then fell into a terrifying nightmare.
When driving, the car will explode, when sleeping, the bed will explode, when drinking, the bottle of wine will explode, and even when the woman under her may explode. In the end, this gang that offended the Fire Gang was blown up in such a vortex that could explode at any time. From then on, no force dared to offend the Fire Gang easily, except for Mrs. Scorpion.
"Special locks, made of stainless steel, the material matching strength has three times increased, and the vertical angle is oriented." A member of the fire gang carefully observed the characteristic lock under the roller shutter door and said lightly.
When the two men in black standing on the edge heard this, they immediately opened a black box and took out bags of powder, test tube beakers and other items from it to work hard.
In less than a moment, a ball of half a fist size was dark brown, and something as soft as plasticine was made out.
One person took it and placed it in a small black tube with a dark body and a diameter of not much larger than a dollar silver coin. Then he stuck the small black tube at the place where the special locked mark was placed.
Dong!
There was a muffled sound, no fire, no smoke, and no loud sound, but the special lock was blown in half.
The roller shutter door opened, and several members of the fire gang circled around the minivan. One of them swallowed and said, "The things here are probably enough for us to spend our whole life."
Another said, "Ten lifetimes are enough, but it has nothing to do with us."
The man said, "It really doesn't matter. If Mrs. Scorpion's things are embezzled, I'm afraid even lost my life."
One person said: "It's not that it's probably true!"
"Forget it, we have no life. Let's work. I'm pretty. Maybe Mrs. Scorpion can throw a bone for us when she is happy."
While talking, each of them took out a metal object about the size of a fist and round cake from the box, and there was an electronic watch on the side.
"According to the morning calculation tomorrow morning, from here to the boundary of southern Yunnan, at the speed of this car, it will take at least six hours. The time on the bomb will be adjusted to five hours. Those who offend Mrs. Scorpion will not be able to leave southern Yunnan." A person next to him said.
The man holding the bomb in his hand smiled and looked at the person talking, saying, "When did your mind become so good? The calculations are so accurate!"
The man sighed and said, "It's not that he was forced. Mrs. Scorpion doesn't like those who do things that make her dissatisfied."
The man holding the bomb also sighed: "I hope she will be satisfied this time, work!"
The back cover of the minivan was opened. After the canvas was unveiled, there were neatly arranged military green wood boxes inside.
Several fire gang members jumped into the car and quickly moved the boxes out of the car. According to the instructions of Mrs. Scorpion, they had to take out the things in the boxes, then put them into other things, and finally load the time bomb in. Then, they drove towards Shuchuan with joy in the car full of "cargo". Finally, when they were about to leave southern Yunnan, they were blown away and flesh and blood.
Mrs. Scorpion’s plan is indeed very interesting, it is much more interesting than simply cutting the other person’s neck with a knife.
"Wait a minute!" a member of the fire gang suddenly shouted.
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop...
It seems that something is making noise.
"It's the sound made by this box." A man suddenly pointed at a box and said.
The disciples of Zhonghuo Gang suddenly surrounded him. One of them squatted down carefully, put his ear on and listened for a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked up and smiled, "It's a time bomb."
When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, this person is so interesting. He actually played bombs in front of our fire gang, hahahaha..."
"I haven't encountered such an interesting thing in a long time. Please pry it open and take a look."
The fire gang members seemed very excited because even the explosion experts played with bombs in front of them were just like children playing with toys. To them, the bomb was like a tamed monkey, letting it jump and letting it sleep.
The moment the box was pried open, the smiles of the Fire Gangs instantly frozen on their faces, their eyes were filled with horror, and they were almost roaring!