Chapter 1801: Meng Ping's choice

A faint light flashed through An An's eyes, she was Bao'er, not the trash An An. Therefore, Xu Qigang is not her brother-in-law, and Sheng Ning is not her sister.
The huge explosion shocked not only An An, but also Meng Ping. In fact, Meng Ping's distance was further advanced, and he had already heard the sound when the gun battle occurred.
And he was already behind Shen Ming.
"Boss, this battle is more fierce than Southern Xinjiang." All of his men were transferred from the original quarry in Southern Xinjiang. There are often military frictions over there, but it's all a matter of little trouble.
Sometimes it just fires the gun into the sky, frightening people. Unexpectedly, the mainland, where gun control has always been strictly controlled, could actually see such a large-scale explosion.
It's so exciting.
The virgin forest car can't drive in, they all can't, and they all rely on walking all the way. After Meng Ping's exercise in southern Xinjiang last time, he walked very easily.
Originally, his purpose was not directed at Shen Ming.
To be honest, Shen Ming was just he scrabbling and playing rabbits, incidentally.
"Stop." His voice was a little dry and dumb, even a little trembling.
"Boss?" The people underneath looked at him in surprise, wondering what he wanted to do. Whether it's killing or saving someone, it's the best time to rush forward now.
The King of Living Hades and Shen Mingzheng fought fiercely. These people not only were able to perform meritorious service in the past, but they could also kill Shen Ming easily.
Isn't this the purpose of the boss?
Meng Ping stopped in place, only feeling his breathing heavier and heavier. He heard the explosion of a grenade, the sound of bullets breaking the wind and some sharp shouts.
All this is strange to him, and it excites him but also suffers.
Good and evil, black and white
Meng Ping's heart was being tortured by pain and contradiction. After that thought emerged, he could no longer control it and grew like weeds.
Only when Xu Qigang is dead, Shengning will be his own forever.
He followed the ghosts. Under the guise of revenge for the eldest brother, he actually wanted to kill the eldest brother's brother. This is Meng Ping’s bottom line,
"Boss?" Someone urged again.
Meng Ping woke up suddenly, a layer of cold sweat appeared all over his body, and the clothes he was wearing were almost soaked in cold sweat. After a long time, he waved his hand depressedly, gritted his teeth and said, "You can withdraw!"
"Why?" Everyone was anxious now, "Aren't we here to take revenge, boss?"
"That is, we must kill Shen Ming and avenge the young commander."
"No need." The purpose of bringing so many people was not for Shen Ming, and killing Shen Ming didn't have to take such a big risk. "Leave three people down, and the others will get me back to Southern Xinjiang."
"It's a shame to go back like this? It's a rare opportunity. The fight ahead is too lively." The big guy was itching. He had heard so many legends of the Living Hell and the Young Commander in Southern Xinjiang. Today, he has the opportunity to see the battle of the Hell. Level, the opportunity is rare in a lifetime.
No one was reconciled just to go back. These people are always blood-licking men, and no one is afraid of death.
"Haha..." Meng Ping sneered, "Are you sure you want to go? The worst plan after you go is to be shot on the spot. If you can't die, you will be put in jail. Our country has the death penalty."
These idiots really think that the domestic laws are so lax!
"It's too late to leave now, or if you get involved in one, don't even think about leaving."