Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

Someone follow?

Qu Yizhao's eyes lit up when he heard these four words, then pulled Guo Le, and said excitedly: "I'll drive, I'll drive, I promise to get rid of them!"

Guo Le twitched the corner of his mouth, and when he was about to say that this was not a trivial matter, Quan Bingyan said flatly, "Let her drive."

Obviously the tone and ups and downs of the three words are exactly the same, indifferent and reserved, even the voices are about the same size, but Guo Le can hear a hint of indulgence.

Pamper? Spoil your sister, spoil your sister! Guo Le couldn't help but swear in his heart.

But Guo Le still honestly gave up the driver's seat to Qu Yizhao who couldn't drive.

Qu Yizhao happily crawled over, and then clicked his tongue, as if he was a little bit at a loss...

Qu Yizhao silently called out to Qiuqiu in his heart, asking Qiuqiu to fetch all the information here to her.

Guo Le stared at Qu Yizhao's movements on pins and needles, and was extremely nervous. At the same time, Guo Le also stared at the car that seemed to be following them from the rearview mirror.

Four tall men in suits were sitting in a Mercedes 100 meters away from Qu Yizhao and others, and one of them was wiping the sniper rifle in his hand without saying a word.

"Hey, Little Brun, this task is a super big fish! Be careful and careful, Little Brun~"

The big black man sitting next to Brun laughed loudly. He patted Brun's shoulder vigorously and said.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a white man with blond hair and blue eyes. He took a look at the black man's movements and advised, "Beamon, my advice, put down your hand, be careful that the boss will shoot you down."

Beamon curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, spread his hands, and said, "Okay, okay, whoever makes Little Brun the boss's heart! No one can compare to Little Brun!"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed white man couldn't help but sneered, and said, "Heh, if you can get the head of a politician under careful protection and escape in the end, the old man will naturally take a fancy to you!"

Beamon waved his hand, grinned exaggeratedly, and said, "If I had that strength, I would have quit this job a long time ago!"

As the central figure, Brun didn't pay attention to the two of them at all. He wiped the sniper rifle in his hand self-consciously, and stared at his sniper rifle with a pair of brown eyes without blinking, as if it was some kind of treasure.

The black-haired man sitting in the driver's seat took a puff of a cigarette and said lightly, "If you two have Bren's spirit and determination, heh, you won't be overwhelmed by those two guys."

The hoarse voice was magnetic and somewhat sexy. As soon as he spoke, the white man with blond hair and blue eyes and the big black man shut up one after another.

For a while, the atmosphere in the car fell into silence.

Within a few minutes, I saw Brun put the sniper rifle on his knee, and then said lightly: "I adjusted it."

As soon as Bren said this, the big black man couldn't help but let out a "Yo Heh" first.

Then, he looked at the man in the driver's seat with great excitement and said, "Boss, let's start?"

The white man with blond hair and blue eyes in the passenger seat did not speak, but the excitement and passion in his eyes had already betrayed him.

The man in the driver's seat hooked the corners of his mouth, slowly exhaled the smoke, and then crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Four exciting words spit out from the hoarse throat.

"Hunting, start."

Thank you for the 300 book coins rewarded by the following criminals.