Chapter 1192

Outside, Mo Yanchen's Land Rover is attacked.

He looked at the magazine in his hand and closed it.

Close your black eyes, count down, three, two, one.

"Bang." He reached out to open the door and got out of the car with long legs. Mo Wen was right behind him.

More than 20 people in black rushed towards him. The bullet hit the car body. I didn't expect that he would get off the car suddenly!

Mo Yanchen evaded and went around to one side. Mo Wen separated from him and attacked him on both sides.

Mo yuan is his territory. They are most familiar with all the positions. They have guns in their hands, but on his territory, they become soft footed shrimps.

"No, there are no bullets." At this time, someone said in a deep voice.

That's why Mo Yanchen didn't get out of the car.

It's waiting for them to run out of bullets! When I came here, I thought of killing Mo Yanchen. Thousands of bullets were enough. Now I know it's perfect.

"Bang." At this time, Mo Yanchen's gun swept towards their knees.

Soon, they hurt their feet and fell to their knees.

"Squeak." At this time, the ground suddenly cracked.

"Ah." They knelt on the ground in pain, watching the ground suddenly crack, unprepared, all fell down, and soon the ground closed again.

"Brother Chen." Mo Wen strode forward and found that he was not injured before he was relieved.

"Go and see Azar." Mo Yanchen said to him, he hastily step, toward the hall, saw the hall, early chaos.

There are several people on the ground, and Shen Chengjing's mobile phone is thrown to one side.

"Bang" he pushed open the door of the room and walked in anxiously.

But see Shen Chengjing toward the hand, toward Qiming's face to draw, and then press him to one side, her body pressure on him!

"Cough." Mo Yanchen saw this scene and coughed.

Hearing the sound, Shen Chengjing stands up and sees him standing in front of him without damage.

"Uncle, are you ok? I'm not dreaming, am I? I saw clearly... "She rushed forward, reached for him and examined his body.

"You dream." He said in a deep voice.

"You lied to me." Shen Chengjing slaps his arm hard, feeling that this man never wants her to worry.

If Qiming hadn't appeared just now, she would have rushed out.

"Hiss." Qiming covers his face, stands up, and reaches out to cover his buttocks. He's so big that where he's hurt, only his buttocks don't exist.

I've just been kicked by Shen Chengjing, and my ass still hurts.

"Damn it, your own woman is good. Call me early in the morning! And show me your love. Mo Yanchen, when Lao Tzu is in a good mood, you have to put you to sleep. " Qiming can't stand it any more.

He covered his buttocks and glared at the two men. It was nothing to be kicked just now. Now when he looked at this scene, his young soul had been hurt by them.

"You called him?" Shen Chengjing finds something wrong.

"I want to give you a present, and I want to hang a plaque."

"You! Oh, my ass is killing me Qiming said, just walk two steps, found that the buttock is really not general pain, or the first time a woman so abuse.

He looked at Shen Chengjing, indignant, pointed to her: "Shen Chengjing, you remember to me, this buttock injury, I recorded in the account."

Then he turned and went to the balcony.

"Roll down the stairs." Mo Yanchen said in a cold voice, grabbed him and threw him out the door.