Bug Master In Doomsday

"Xiaogan, why are you here?" When he saw the full picture of the man, Wu Xuan exclaimed in disbelief. He looked at the young man who was young and had a few bruises on his cheeks. Somewhat complicated.

This was something that Yang Gan could talk to himself. Although he had persuaded himself to join their organization at the beginning, he only mentioned a few words.

When he made it clear that he would not join, he never mentioned it again. He didn't expect that this friend who was able to talk about it was also chained and locked in this place!

"Is it Big Brother Wu?" Yang Gan, who felt a familiar voice in his ear, slowly raised his head. When he saw Wu Xuan, his eyes lit up with a little surprise, but after seeing Yao Sen next to him, his eyes The bright light faded quickly.

"My lord, since Yang Gan is still young, he shouldn't join that riot organization, right? Is there any misunderstanding?"

Looking at the bruises on his cheeks, Wu Xuan's heart was also soft, and he persuaded Yao Sen with a slight request.

"Haha! This kid is as simple as you think! You also said that this kid knows things about Yicheng well, he is more than an understanding, he is simply a participant!

After the masked soldier frantically attacked, he followed a group of thugs to burn, kill, and loot in Yicheng. There are more than a dozen dead souls under him. "

Yao Sen looked at Yang Gan with his head down and his eyes flashing, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. He picked up the handle of the ceramic cup, took a sip of coffee and said, "Since Brother Wu Xuan knows you, then he will keep it!"

"Oh!" Wu Xuan looked at Yang Gan, who was already in awe in handcuffs and handcuffs, and sighed helplessly. There were fewer and fewer people left in the interrogation room, and dozens of prisoners were all detained without exception. Wu Xuan identified it and said in detail what they had said when they contacted him.

Time passed quickly, and the two prison staff sat on the chairs, listening to Wu Xuan's words, and quickly recorded these words with a pen.

When the interrogation was about to end, Yao Sen, who was sitting and smoking, had a sudden flash of the end of the ring on his finger. He immediately dropped the cigarette **** in his hand, said to Wu Xuan, and walked outside the door.

At the gate of the prison, Zhang Lan, with a charming appearance and exquisite makeup, is wearing a shiny leather trench coat with her arms around her arms. Her slim and **** figure is drawn by a tight sweater skirt, and her snow-white delicate feet are exquisitely shaped. His red high-heeled shoes are a bit more beautiful.

Yao Sen hurriedly climbed up the stairs and got close to Zhang Lan's side. He showed a kind smile, "Master Zhang Lan, I have everything ready for my subordinates! You can set off now."

The charming Zhang Lan rolled his eyes at Yao Sen and said, "Yao Sen, your preparation time is too long. I have been waiting for you for more than ten minutes! Brother Mang! Things can't wait there."

"I understand!" Yao Sen nodded slightly with serious eyes, the storage ring in his hand flashed suddenly, and he took out a simple long knife.

"The three most powerful teams in the action group are already on standby. They can rush to the battlefield with a single order, but I am a little confused. Why would Lord Wang Mang think of calling our team?"

Zhang Lan sighed helplessly and glanced at Yao Sen, "When you get to the place, you will understand. The situation there is really more suitable for people in your action group!"