Lucas didn’t care about Yan Qiu. When he saw the bomb on Gwen’s body, his eyebrows were twisted together, and there was an uncontrollable anger between them.
“Yan Qiu!” Lucas couldn’t restrain his anger and said in a deep voice.
Yan Qiu suddenly laughed when he saw Lucas’s angry look like this, and said softly, “San Ye, this is the real you, you really want to kill me, right.” After Yan Qiu finished speaking, they got together. Hair, faintly said: “But a friendly reminder, snipers must not shake their hands. If I accidentally die, if the remote control in the bun hits the ground, there is no need to wait for your rescue, Miss Gu. There will be no whole body.”
Yan Qiu’s words were light and breezy, and there was no wave on his face, as if he was talking about daily routines.
But Lucas knew that his anger at this time was about to reach its peak.
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