Bug Master In Doomsday

Zhou Qing yelled to Li Su outside the door. After hearing the answer and the fading footsteps, he waited for another five minutes before he took out the key from his sleeve and faced his bed board. Turn the keyhole below!

"Crack--!" There was a very slight humming sound, the low bed board moved a little slowly, a long knife with a blood-red handle and a translucent blade shot out a ray of cold light, and the slender and fierce blood knife swayed quietly next to it. There is a set of exquisite and tight high-level heavy armor!

Zhou Qing exhaled a sigh of breath, stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the cold **** blade, and stroked the strong and tight scales of the shoulder blades on the heavy armor.

He is a fifth-order low-level supernatural power, and he has more powerful subordinates! There are two!

He is assured of these two people. They grew up together and grew up together. They sold the entire gathering place for a little profit. From their point of view, it was not cost-effective!

But other people are not so relieved! I didn’t care about it before, but now I suddenly remembered that many of his cadres are suspected of having fornicating intruders.

For example, the deputy captain of the second team is obviously not in charge of the city under his jurisdiction, so he has to intervene. Is he really just for more Golden Dragon coins?

Zhou Qing couldn't help but squinted his eyes. He is a man of measure. He doesn't care about his greed. After all, he ate with him fortunately.

But if you become an undercover agent or a traitor, I am sorry, even if you are my brother, the long knife in my hand will not show mercy!

"My Lord, all the cadres have arrived!" Li Su's voice sounded outside the door in a timely manner.

Zhou Qing suddenly recovered from his thoughts, holding the blood knife in his right hand, and pressing his left hand lightly on the breastplate of the heavy armor, a strong light flashed suddenly, and the heavy armor was worn on Zhou Qing's body.

"Crunch!" Zhou Qing slowly opened a wooden door that was not solid. Seven or eight cadres outside the door looked at Zhou Qing who was wearing armor and holding a blood knife in shock.

The two young people in the lead were all dressed in loose casual clothes. They were also a little surprised. One of the young people wearing ear studs was stunned and asked: "Brother Qing, what are you doing? We are going out. Is there a war?!"

Zhou Qing heard the words, did not speak, and his sharp eyes scanned everyone's face. After a few moments, he said, "All come in and talk!"

In the simply decorated bedroom, there is a long table, no more, no less than exactly eight chairs, one by one cadres with complicated thoughts took their seats, but Zhou Qing slowly brought the people in the bedroom.

He turned and looked back at the people, and asked coldly: "You are all old people who have been with me for three years. Ask yourself, have I ever treated you badly by Zhou Qing?"

Everyone was a little stunned by this sudden questioning. They looked at each other and looked at Zhou Qing with a little nervousness.

"My lord...why did you suddenly ask about this...you really have nothing to say to us, we all remember your kindness to us."

Zhou Qing couldn't help laughing when he heard these words, "If that's the case, how come some of you have become traitors? I thought I was too harsh on you!"

The look on his face gradually became hideous with his words. He waved the blood knife in his hand suddenly, and shouted almost frantically: "Do you think that Zhou Qing's blood knife that killed nearly a thousand people in the past is not happy?!"