I'm Not a Hero of God, I'm a Driver in Meiman

Aqiang is driving.

This was something he hadn't expected at all.

It seems that even if he doesn't make a move today, Ah Qiang can solve the problem.

Recalling the scene of the two uncles and nephews being carried in the car, Li Cha smiled.

This Ah Qiang is not bad!

But this Jordan deserves to die.

Jordan's eyes were red, and he glared at Li Cha, his gaze was almost man-eating.

"I wanted you to live a little longer, but you are in such a hurry to reincarnate, it really makes my brain ache... Please let me do it for you." Li Cha stepped on his foot, and watermelon juice splashed all over the floor.

"Remember to be a good person next time."

In a huge golf course, White Tagore in ball attire was concentrating and suddenly swung with both hands.With a snap, the golf ball drew an elegant parabola, landed far away beside the par hole in the distance, and slowly rolled into the hole.

There was applause everywhere.

White smiled, enjoying the praise from those around him.

The phone rang suddenly.White frowned. This private number is not often called by anyone.

Seeing that it was Jordan's number, White's face sank.

"It better be good news."

White handed the club to the caddy and walked to the open space.

"White Tagore, if you want your powder and diamonds, hurry back to your manor, gather all your subordinates, and be fully armed. I will give you one hour."

After Li Cha finished speaking, he hung up the phone, stretched his legs on White Tagore's sofa, and read with relish a copy of "A Taste of Towels"...

White looked at the guy in armor on his sofa, expressionless.

"You killed George?"

Li Cha didn't speak, but just looked up at the time.

There is still half an hour.

"I'll give you 1 minute to return my goods. I won't blame you for what you did." White sat across from the sofa and poured himself a glass of vodka.

Li Cha didn't move.

White was not angry when he saw this, but took a sip of the strong wine, letting the spicy taste explode in his taste buds, and savoring it for a while.

1 minute later.

"Ask for the whereabouts of my goods, and be careful not to stain my sofa."

White waved his hand, got up and went upstairs, behind him a dozen bodyguards in white suits pointed their guns at Li Cha, and two strong and strong guys walked over with grinning grinning.

Dressed in a weird outfit, and lucky enough to enter the manor, do you really think you are invincible?

I'm afraid there is something wrong with my brain, right?

"Boy, I advise you to speak out quickly, the tiger's anger is not something you can bear."

"What nonsense are you talking to him?" The other guy slapped the book in Li Cha's hand, grabbed his shoulder and was about to lift it up, but he didn't.

"Why don't you believe me?" Li Cha's voice came from the Yanlong armor, he stood up abruptly, and slapped the head of the guy in front of him.

The terrifying scene completely stunned a group of bodyguards.

But these bodyguards, or White's loyal subordinates, are all of the best quality, and they just shot at Li Cha after a moment of shock.

There is no need to think about sofas or anything like this. Facing such guys, only the sound of gunfire can make them confident.

A series of gunshots resounded, mixed with the sound of jingling bullets falling to the ground. A group of guys who emptied their magazines looked at Li Cha's armor that didn't even have scratches, and their hair stood on end.

What is this stuff?

The latest body armor?

"It's rude to come and not to go." Li Cha moved.

The figure turned into a red glow, and after a muffled sound, the bodyguards were scattered in every corner of the living room, each of them either had a sunken chest or a shrunken head, so dead that they couldn't die anymore.

Li Cha looked at White who was stunned on the stairs, "You still have less than half an hour to gather your men."

After speaking, he picked up the book and continued to read.

Twenty minutes later, the living room was full of people again, and it was overwhelming.

This time, everyone had heavy weapons in their hands.

Rifles and shotguns make up the majority, including a Bartley sniper rifle and even a bazooka!

A group of people looked at each other, their eyes lingering on the big man carrying the rocket launcher, and then at the corpses in the corner, as well as Boss White and the armored man sitting opposite each other on the sofa, each of them was very nervous.

what's the situation?

No one dares to ask, this is White Tagore's living room, the fool who was talking and moving around has been fed to the tiger last time, it is the huge white tiger lying next to the sofa at the moment!

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, waiting for White to say something.