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Zhou Qing withdrew into the room, and pressed his abdomen tightly with one hand, where the materials he finally snatched back were tied there.

The other hand is tightly holding the fruit knife that came along, the gun is out of bullets, and his only weapon now is this fruit knife.

With his ears pressed against the door, Zhou Qing listened to the movement outside with tense nerves, praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky that the people outside were not coming for him.

However, it is possible that because this is London, the gods of Xia Kingdom can't control this place. Zhou Qing heard footsteps stop at the door of his room, and then there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Qing held his breath and became desperate. He still underestimated the British agents, and he didn't expect them to find them so quickly!
There were bursts of blackness in front of his eyes. Zhou Qing knew that this was a sign of massive blood loss and physical strength reaching the limit, and there were bursts of roaring in his ears. He vaguely remembered the words of the intelligence team leader:
"We don't know what the killer super weapon prepared by the Will Country for World War II is, but it cannot fall into the hands of Britain. We will try our best to create a chance for you. Get it and send it back."

That intelligence team should have been wiped out, and now I am the only one fighting alone, no, I can't let it fall into the hands of Britain, or they will die in vain, go all out!

The knock on the door continued, and Zhou Qing had already thought up a series of follow-up plans, killing the people outside the door, then knocking out the fat boss downstairs, wrapping himself up with his bandages and medicine, and going out to find someone He took a taxi, went to the suburbs to stun the driver, snatched the car, and then drove to the British liaison office to let them hide the information. He didn’t care whether the British agents would find the liaison office, he just hoped Hide the information
Wright knocked on the door impatiently. When had he ever been so polite? Before, he would simply kick the door open when encountering this kind of thing, but there might be a distinguished guest from the boss in the room, so he didn't dare to offend him easily.

Just as Wright was about to keep knocking on the door, the door was suddenly opened. A smile filled his face immediately, and he just called out with a weird accent: "Tongzhi?"

Then he discovered that a white light was flying towards his neck, which made him almost scream in fright, and a thought just came to his mind: "I'm dead, I'm dead!"

In the next second, a fruit knife stopped abruptly at his throat, and he even felt that the tip of the fruit knife had pierced the skin of his throat.

The blow just now completely exhausted Zhou Qing's last sliver of strength, but even though Wright's accent was weird, he still understood the word tongzhi.

Zhou Qing's heart was shocked. How could this fancy-dressed Caucasian bastard know Xia Guo dialect?Is he one of his own?
Although this possibility was extremely absurd, Zhou Qing didn't dare to give up any life-saving straw. He firmly pressed against the door frame and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?" This sentence was asked in Xia Guo dialect.

Wright just turned around in front of the god of death, and was so frightened that three souls went to seven souls, not to mention that he couldn't understand Xia Guo's dialect at all, and his whole face was pale, and he stood still and didn't dare to move.

Zhou Qing frowned, but he didn't dare to move the fruit knife away from the throat of the gangster opposite, he gritted his teeth and asked again in British.

Only then did Wright come to his senses, and quickly said the matter in a hurry and quickly, and finally raised his hands and said with a mournful face: "Sir, can you put the knife away first, trust me, I have no malice towards you of!"

Zhou Qing didn't listen to Wright's words, but wondered about the credibility of Wright's words, the boss of the London underworld?He didn't know him, and he had never heard of it. Why did he look for him and tell his subordinates to ensure his safety?
Wright said with an ugly face: "Really, sir, I swear that what I said is true, but now you should fix your injury first? If you continue like this, you will really bleed to death!"

The action just now made Zhou Qing's wound bleeding intensified. Although the clothes were blocking it, Wright still saw the blood oozing from the clothes, and even flowed to the ground and quickly gathered into a big pool of blood .

When Wright said this, Zhou Qing also felt that he would not be able to hold on any longer. Now he could only take a gamble and choose to believe the words of the little bastard in front of him. He just put down the fruit knife in his hand, and his eyes went dark Passed out.

When Lin Xiao got the news, less than an hour had passed. Old Simon drove Lin Xiao to the base camp of the Gate of Hell in the south of London City. As soon as he entered the gate, Lin Xiao's spiritual sense found that in the underground secret room, two A big man was carefully cutting a young man's clothes skillfully, and then simply tested his blood type, quickly hung several packs of plasma on him, administered antibiotics, and began to clean the wound and other rescue operations.

However, when Lin Xiao saw the young man's appearance clearly, he was stunned.

Zhou Qing?It was him?How could he be in London?With such a serious injury, he was the one who snatched the information before?

Lin Xiao feels that this world is really small, how many times has he saved Zhou Qing?
I don't know whether Zhou Qing was unlucky or lucky, why was he seriously injured every time he met him?And why can he be rescued by himself every time he is seriously injured and needs to be rescued?
But this time I can't show up. Although I have saved Zhou Qing so many times, and Zhou Qing said that he will always follow him, but now Zhou Qing knows that he is in the Northwest, and Lin Xiao has no way to explain it to him. Why did I appear in London.

"Take good care of him, ensure his safety, and send him back to Xia Guo safely after he recovers!" Lin Xiao stopped, turned and said to Old Simon.

Even though Old Simon didn't know why Lin Xiao suddenly didn't go down to see the rescued Xia Guo man, he was smart enough not to ask why, but chose to obey Lin Xiao's order.

Lin Xiao nodded and asked Old Simon to send someone to send him back to the manor.

However, Lin Xiao underestimated the capabilities of the British agents, and soon someone reported the abnormality in the Hellgate base camp to David, the head of the British intelligence department.

After listening to his subordinates' report, David frowned and asked, "You said someone saw old Simon's subordinates sneaking a box into the base camp, and then they secretly took out a lot of bloody bandages and burned them. ?”