Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Qing Lang didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he woke up, his head was still a little groggy, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub his temples. His wrist was extremely heavy, and he heard a crisp "cracking" sound.

The sound made Qing Lang wake up quite a bit. He sat up all of a sudden, only to realize that he was placed on a big bed, his hands and feet were bound by shackles, and long iron chains were connected to the bed, and there was a loud sound as he pulled hard. .

not right...

Qing Lang sat up and looked around. There was a lot of space here, surrounded by iron. He could smell dust and an old rusty smell. It might be an abandoned warehouse.

And the warehouse has been emptied, only his big bed is placed in the middle, and there is a tripod not far from the bed, and the camera on it is pointed at this side.

"..." What's the matter with the configuration of this island country movie, Qing Lang's uneasiness gradually increased, and he kept pulling hard on the iron chain, causing red marks on his wrists.

"Squeak——" the door of the warehouse opened slowly, and the bright light coming in through the crack of the door pierced Qing Lang's head. He waited until the warehouse was shrouded in darkness before opening his eyes. When he looked up, he saw Yan Yingtang and Yan Keran standing side by side.

There were four rough men standing behind him.

Is this going to beat him up?Qing Lang's heart was trembling, if it was a beating, would it be a bed!ah!

"It seems that we came at the right time. It's sunny. Isn't it uncomfortable?" Yan Yingtang was still wearing the white cheongsam before she fell into a coma.

She walked slowly, stopped in front of the camera, and smiled even more coquettishly, "Look, we are going to shoot a movie today. Since you have plastic surgery, you always play the leading role, and I feel distressed when I see it."

She turned her head and glanced at the strong men, "Today you play the male lead, and those big brothers are playing against you."

"are you happy?"

Qing Lang's face turned pale with fright, and she shrank back subconsciously, suppressing the fear in her heart, "Yan Yingtang, if you have something to say, talk about it, what's the point of using this method?"

"Meaning?" Yan Yingtang tilted her head, stretched out her finger and hooked her hair, "Of course it was filmed and released worldwide, hehehehe!"

Laughter resounded in the empty warehouse, and Qinglang suddenly felt that his future was hopeless. No one knew that he was kidnapped, and he might not escape this time.

The original owner's emotions were also hidden in the depths at this time.

"Ring bell bell!"

Qing Qing was taken aback when he heard the ringtone, and looked towards the source of the sound.

Yan Keran's gaze never left Qinglang since he came in. He took out Qinglang's mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen, and could not hear any emotion in his voice, "It's Qin Luo."

Yan Yingtang frowned slightly, and saw Qingqing's bright eyes, "Qingqing, are you happy? Qin Luo seems to have noticed something is wrong."

At this time, he would definitely not provoke the gangsters, Qing Qing shook his head, his expression became serious, "No."

"Hmm..." Yan Yingtang took the phone, her eyes darkened slightly when she saw the words on the screen, and then walked to the bed.

"Here, take it."

Qing Qing pursed her lips tightly and looked at her, but didn't take it.

"Tell him that you were kidnapped by me and you are in danger, let him come to rescue you," Yan Yingtang analyzed every word, as if she was not the mastermind of the kidnapping, "then your beloved will come to rescue you."

Qing Qing was really terrified by her, and immediately grabbed the phone and picked it up.

"Qin Luo! I..." Qing Lang was about to ask for help, but she didn't speak as if the pause button had been pressed on her mouth.

Yan Yingtang took out the fried dough sticks and soy milk from nowhere, and ate it unhurriedly. It was obviously cheap food, but her dignified and elegant posture was like dining in a high-end western restaurant.

"Lang Lang, grandma will cook soy milk and fried dough sticks for you."

Qing Lang could barely hold the phone in his hand, and his whole body seemed to be drenched by a bucket of ice water. He saw Yan Yingtang's eyes filled with malice, and understood that everything today was carefully arranged.

Can't escape...

"Sunny, why didn't you answer?"

Qin Luo's deep voice still rang in his ears, and at this moment he felt that he was so far away from this voice.

"I'm... fine, I'm not feeling well."

"Do you need me to come over?" To his surprise, Qin Luo, who would probably hang up directly on weekdays, asked one more question this time.

Did you hear something wrong with his voice?A wave of hope surged in Qing Lang's heart, she clenched her phone tightly, and glanced at Yan Yingtang.

"It's really... a bit uncomfortable."

"Hmm..." Qin Luo seemed to want to say something, but there was a ringing sound, "Sunny, my work cell phone is ringing, you should have a good rest."

After finishing speaking, he left without even hanging up first, Qinglang raised his eyes in a daze, and saw Yan Yingtang answering the phone, and when he met his gaze, his eyebrows and eyes were bent.

"Hey, Brother Qin Luo is me. What time is the shooting today?" Yan Yingtang listened attentively, winked at the strong men, and walked out of the warehouse.

"Okay, I will go to the set in advance, by the way, about the character..."

Yan Yingtang's voice gradually became inaudible as the door closed, and the brawny men who were ready to move came towards Qinglang with smiles.

"No! No! Go away—"

Qing Lang kept backing away, and under the restraint of the iron chain, he only retreated to the side of the bed, unable to even get out of bed, he was quickly dragged back by the men by his ankles.

The clear eyes are full of men's faces full of desire, and ten thousand muddy horses are galloping past in my heart.

[Original owner!You fucking come out and explain it to me! 】

Qing Qing, who couldn't feel the fluctuation of the soul, was even more angry.

[Believe it or not, I will leave your body immediately!I'm not here to take these insults for you! 】[Feel sorry……]

This is the first time that Qinglang took the initiative to establish a dialogue with the original owner's soul. This originally violated professional ethics, but now he doesn't care so much.

[Is there something you are hiding from me?Yan Yingtang hates you so much, did you hide something from me a year ago! 】The original owner didn't say anything, but Qing Lang felt a new image in his mind.

Yan Yingtang came back in the eighth year. At that time, Qingming did not have plastic surgery, it was the peak period of her career, and her relationship with Qin Luo was also harmonious.

The appearance of Yan Yingtang surprised both the original owner and Qin Luo. Qin Luo didn't care about her past and still arranged for her to be the heroine, which created a rift between the original owner and Qin Luo.

She found the original owner in private, and actually learned that the original owner was mb in the past. Not only did she laugh at the original owner as her substitute, but she also threatened the original owner to quit the entertainment circle immediately.

The original owner is not the kind of character to be bullied. He pretended to agree, and asked Yan Yingtang to drink drugs in her wine during the negotiation, which caused her to relapse on the spot. The original owner even used the camera prepared earlier in the morning to film the whole process, and finally used this A piece of video forced the opponent away again.

The law of heaven is clear, and the retribution is not good.

Now Qing Qing felt at a loss, and he really didn't know what else to do.

All this was just a few seconds in my mind, and my skin immediately got goose bumps because of being touched.

"enough."

The voice was not loud, but the men stopped immediately, Yan Keran glanced at Qing Lang, "I'll be here next, you guys go out."

"Yes." The men agreed and all left the warehouse.

The warehouse regained its calm, Qing Lang still hadn't reacted to the situation in front of her, her uneasy heart was beating violently.

"What do you mean?" Qinglang became angry with Shangyan Keran, and he regarded himself as a friend, but the result was all calculations, and his tone was sarcasm, "Do you think this kind of trick is really useful to me?"

"It's useless for Qingming, but it's useful for you." Yan Keran sat directly on the bed, looking at Qinglang with dissatisfaction, "Oh, I don't want to take off my vest, do you know, it's against professional ethics for me to do so, Although I was doomed to layoffs, I didn't give up hope, so I just ran into you."

He even patted the bed board with aggrieved face, "Do you think I'm unlucky or wronged? I'm a brother to you."

"Don't forget to cover me in the future... Although my memory may be erased in the future, people can't repay their kindness..."

Qinglang was startled by Yan Keran's sudden burst of non-stop words, and finally he made a sound of surprise.

"It's you?!"

The warehouse door slowly opened, and Yan Keran came out, no emotion could be seen from his face, his wheat-colored face lost his smile and became gloomy, he glanced at the men guarding the door.

"Take the camera away, clean up the traces, and leave him there," he ordered lightly.

"Don't do unnecessary things, understand?"

"Yes... yes." The men walked into the warehouse with sweat on their foreheads, and one of the men couldn't help but glance at the bed when he took away the camera and cleaned up the traces.

Qing Lang was lying there flat, his clothes were messy, and there were long wounds from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks. He turned his face sideways, and the blood that spewed out flowed through the locks of his hair and dyed the sheets red. He could only see the hideous wounds and the tightly closed Eyes, breathing is also very weak.

The man trembled, Yan Keran's methods were indeed ruthless, and there is nothing more ruthless than disfiguring a celebrity.

The men quickly dealt with the traces, but when they came out, they unexpectedly found that Yan Keran was still outside.

He held Qinglang's phone in his hand and pressed it a few times, as if he had discovered something, he smiled and turned his head, "It's not the end yet, as villains, we should wait for the hero to appear."

"What do you say?"

The men couldn't figure it out and could only stand behind them in silence.

Yan Keran didn't care, and stood straight in the middle, playing with the phone casually with the palm of his hand.

This oppressive atmosphere lasted for a long time, until the sound of footsteps came, and Yan Keran's lips curled into an arc before anyone was seen.

A man came with his back to the sun, the shadow hit him and he couldn't see his face clearly, only his tightly pressed lips could be seen, and he stopped when he was five or six steps away from his face.

Under the high sun, his voice was as cold as ice scum.

"Give him back to me."