Chapter 1973: Curacao: How many arms do you carry with you? (4/5)

In front of the villa's window, Curaçao saw the scene, blinking slightly, then frowned.
As an organization's elite, Curaçao can only judge at a glance, these sturdy men are absolutely refined by the iron and fire!
However, the gin seems to guess that these people are fbi, but she looks at these people and feels more like a soldier who has been retired from the battlefield after a long time...
Also, these people are so chaotic here, are they looking for something?
The organization seems to be commissioning a board of software to make a system software. Are they looking for that software?
Curaço thought about it, and then happened to see Fukuda’s help turning around, but he couldn’t help but see it again.
In other words, this person is familiar with it and seems to have seen it somewhere...
Curaçao was thinking about this. Suddenly, I only heard the ringtone of the "Drip" mobile phone.
When I heard the ringing of the mobile phone, Curaço snorted and said "not good" in the dark channel, and then only heard a male voice in the room:
"What is this sound? Who is outside?!"
......
More than two and a half in the middle of the night, Gunma Prefecture, the villa in the barn.
In the living room, accompanied by a "squeaky" sound, the contents of a cabinet were poured out, and then several big men living in the Jihui immediately surrounded the box, turned over the things inside the box, and looked disappointed:
"Mr. Futian, there are only some old clothes inside, but there is nothing else..."
"Is it? It seems that there is no treasure in the box that we are looking for..."
Listening to his words, Fukuda Akira’s help shook his head in disappointment. The three sisters who were doing simple maintenance on the three paintings turned to look at the floor of the living room where Futian Mingzhi helped them pile up the sundries. a brain black line
Mommy! You are not a nonsense!
As for the things piled up in the basement, as long as you look at it, you know that it’s almost broken. How can there be other treasures! Look at the present...
This whole villa living room has been created by you... I don’t know if you are a demolition team!
The three sisters of the next life spit in the heart, followed by a slap in the face: "Mr. Futian, you have already checked the things in the basement. There seems to be nothing worth paying attention to... You see, are we first How about repacking here?"
When the voice came to life, Fukuda Akira immediately waved his hand and then replied indifferently: "Where is it so troublesome? You didn't say that the owner here is dead? If so, let's leave later. When you burn a place directly with a torch, you can do it."
"There is no bitter Lord in this matter. Are you saying that?"
"Uh……"
Burn a fire...
Mmp! God special fires!
Listen to your tone, your "business" is not generally skilled!
In the heart of the three sisters of the next life, at this time, only the sound of "Drip" came from the window of the living room of the villa.
When I heard this voice, Fukuda Mingzhi helped them to change their expressions. Then they turned around and looked at them. They asked: "What is this sound? Who is outside?"
Fukuda Mingzhi helped them to talk, and a group of people reached out and joined hands, taking out a slight rush from the clothes and hurriedly walked outside the villa.
Curacao under the window listened to the footsteps. Without saying anything, he took out the pistol from his pocket and quickly retreated toward the woods while aiming the gun at the entrance of the villa.
About five or six seconds later, with the sound of "嘎吱", the villa's entrance door opened.
When Curacao saw it, he shot two shots directly toward the porch. He found that there was no one in front of the entrance.
Seeing this situation, Curaço instinctively noticed that it was not good. In the heart, there was a "bad" in the dark. At the same time, I saw several windows in the villa being smashed at the same time. Several elite people in the Sumiyoshi club jumped. Outside the villa, the micro-rush in the hand aimed at Curaçao, and then the fire flashed in the muzzle. In the gunshots of the "哒哒哒", a series of bullets shot toward Curacao, and Curaço thought I didn't think about it. I didn't even have a counterattack. I fled the bullets and fled toward the woods!
In the black organization, Curaçao's skill is top-notch, and the prejudgment of the crisis situation is absolutely first-class.
With his own perverted ability, Curaçao was rushing into the woods without any injury under the spur of the Sumiyoshi, hiding behind a big tree, panting and looking at his hand. Pistol, mmp of a belly
In other words, who are these guys in the villa, actually carry a micro-rush with them, and say hello to the dead without saying a word...
She has a small pistol in her hand, she can’t beat it!
At the same time, Fukuda Akira also walked out of the porch and asked: "...what is outside? Do you know?"
Futian Mingzhi helped to speak, and one of the men next to him immediately replied: "Mr. Futian, the other is a woman. Because of the sky, we didn't see her face, but her skill is very good. Now she is hiding in the woods. ......"
"Women? You stupid, even a woman can't make it?" Futian Mingzhi's tone is cold, his expression is cold and anomalous. "...I will give this woman a solution to me immediately! It is not important to die." It’s dead, I can also find out her ancestors for the 18th generation!

"Okay, Mr. Fukuda!"
The elite man of the Sumiyoshi Club responded with a sigh of relief. After a look at each other, they alternated and attacked the woods. At the same time, someone pulled out the grenade and threw it toward Curacao.
In the woods, Curaçao saw the big men of the Sumiyoshi meeting coming to her, and the heart was secretly anxious. When thinking about the countermeasures, I saw a black-painted thing flying from the outside, and slammed into her next to me. In the snow.
Seeing this scene, Curaçao's pupils shrank, and he couldn't think too much in his mind. He jumped directly to the side and squatted on the ground. Then he only heard a loud bang, and the snow next to it blew directly. Flying.
"The trough! It really is a grenade!"
On the ground, Curaçao only felt a pain in the right arm, and then did not dare to stay in the air. He quickly stood up and the cat ran towards his car. Behind it was a series of "squeaky" sounds and "砰砰" the sound of the explosion.
Listening to these sounds, Curacao is a whole person.
In other words, what is this special situation? Who is in the villa?
You will carry a micro-rush with you, and you will be overweight with a grenade!
And your firepower... How many arms are you carrying with you?
I am especially in Japan, not in Iraq. !