Reborn Noble Prisoner

Bad taste, no matter how many times you watch it, you can't stand it. "

Xiao Sinuo stood still, staring at somewhere in the prison office building, and suddenly smiled: "Did you see that disgusting holy angel statue?"

Qiao Bai glanced at him calmly, and said indifferently: "I should have seen that you are very capable of causing trouble."

Xiao Sinuo shrugged his shoulders, and said in a casual tone, "That man's eyesight is too good, and mine is not bad, so I accidentally bumped into it."

Qiao Bai turned his back and didn't look in the direction Xiao Sinuo was staring at. In fact, it doesn't matter whether he looks at it or not. Xiao Sinuo's eyesight is good, and his is not bad either. The windows on the fourth floor wing of the building are facing the venue in the third district. The person standing in front of the window, even though he couldn't see his facial features clearly, but his conspicuous platinum hair was flamboyant to the extreme. Almost no one in the Seventh Battalion could resist the intimidating power of that cold face.

Milan Z.

The identity is unknown, and the case background is unknown, but it is an important A-level figure sent by the C country's military to send three warships to escort him.

"The guy in his hand is PSG-1." Qiao Bai said. PSG-1, weighs 8.1kg, has a caliber of 7.62mm, and a high-accuracy sniper rifle with a maximum range of 800m. Most importantly, PSG-1 is a weapon in the hands of the prison guards of the Seventh Battalion.As a prisoner, how did Milan Z get a gun? !

But, the fact is that it is so frustrating.

The dark purple curtain of the window on the opposite wing was brushed away, and the black muzzle of the gun and the scope with cold light on the window, as long as you are not blind, you can easily see it.

The wind blew through the barbed wire and hit his face, messing up his long hair, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder in the barrel. Xiao Sinuo kept his expression unchanged, brushed the broken hair around his eyes, smiled calmly, and looked at Joe. Bai said: "You can turn left now, go straight, and then go out the gate, I guarantee that his gun is not aimed at you."

Qiao Bai turned his head to look at him, paused, and didn't leave in a very righteous way. He took two steps back and leaned against the barbed wire, the weight of which made the whole barbed wire tremble.

Xiao Sinuo didn't even turn his face, his eyes staring at the building opposite seemed to have frozen: "What?"

"If you don't move him, he won't shoot?" Qiao Bai asked inexplicably.

"I don't know." Xiao Sinuo narrowed his eyes and hooked his lips, "But if I move, he will definitely shoot."

Qiao Bai didn't speak, and flicked the barbed wire with his fingers beside him, thoughtfully.

The prison guard over there had actually noticed something strange, and after a moment of stunnedness, he shouted loudly, urging a few slow-moving prisoners to return to the cell quickly, and then closed the door and locked it with a key.

"They're all fucking scum." Qiao Bai sneered.

"The good thing about scumbags is that they have no sense of morality." Xiao Sinuo laughed and mocked, "Don't you also like doing business with them?"

"You!" Qiao Bai couldn't bear it, and stared at Xiao Sinuo for a while, and suddenly his green eyes flashed slightly, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the boy's skirt, and punched him with an uppercut like lightning.

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Prison office building.

"Boss, in fact, you are also very funny." The man in the silver-gray windbreaker leaned lazily on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, his slender fingers brushed the chestnut red hair on his forehead, and smiled meaningfully with his chin raised .

Milan raised the corners of his lips with a slight arc, holding the PSG-1 sniper rifle in his hand, squinting his eyes, and aimed at the three-zone wind field 500 meters away.

"I don't need anyone to judge what I do." The beautiful Boss's lake blue eyes were a little gray, so calm that no one could ignore them.

The man leaning on the sofa chuckled, against the light, his face was shrouded in a blurred shadow: "Although I have always believed in 'Boss is God', I am still very partial to the things I like, so please Boss wants to show mercy."

Milan glanced at him from the side of his eyes, his indifferent and delicate face showed no expression, but his eyes showed real and powerful pressure: "Be merciful? I thought you were saying 'shoot now'?"

The man laughed twice, took the coffee on the coffee table casually, stirred it with a silver spoon, and said slowly: "The people of the Zela family are still so unattractive. The most important thing for Orientals is to be reserved."

"You have already distorted the subtlety of the Orientals." Milan did not change his face, and his cold eyes re-aimed at the target of the third district.

"Distortion is sometimes synonymous with destruction and re-creation. Isn't the so-called New World Order to build a world that is more harmonious and more in line with the will of the superior?" Standing up, he slowly walked out from behind the dark purple curtains, the shadows gradually faded from his face - his brows and eyes were delicate and feminine, and the tiny smile on his lips seemed to contain an indescribable feeling. Ambiguity and softness.

Lin Xi.Doctor Lin.

A silver-gray windbreaker with a large lapel, with a metallic cold light, a rose dark red V-neck cardigan inside, a pair of pointed leather boots with a crocodile pattern on his feet, and he took off the white robe in the medical room. An evil spirit-like breath.

"A truthful understanding." Milan said lightly, squinting his eyes coldly and suddenly pulled the trigger.

The sound of bullet casings falling was sharp and clear, and Lin Xi was taken aback for a moment, obviously not expecting that Milan would actually shoot at this time.

Glancing at the new Boss in surprise, he stretched out his hand and lifted the curtains to look at the release area. The prisoners on the field had been cleared away by the prison guards, and it looked extraordinarily empty. The light and shadow inside the barbed wire were mottled, and the two figures wrestled into a ball like that, fisting Facing each other, recruiting is dangerous, but there is no sign of letting go.

Lin Xi suddenly found it very interesting, squinting her phoenix eyes and laughing: "Boss, is this kitten really bad-tempered, or is your sense of existence too low? At this moment when the bullet is aimed at the head, he can still interact with people." fight?"

Milan's face was gloomy, the cold air overflowed, his lips were drawn sharply, his cold blue eyes suddenly flashed, his fingers clasped together, and several bullets were fired directly through the chamber.

Seeing this, Lin Xi stopped smiling, frowned slightly, raised his hand to hold the scope on the sniper rifle, and said calmly, "Z, don't go too far."

Milan raised his head and looked at him without emotion.

Lin Xi said: "Ten shots, GameOver."

"You dare to preach to me?" Milan narrowed his eyes coldly.

"With all due respect," Lin Xi rarely became serious, "Bringing a gun here, you have violated the rules of the game."

"The rules of the game?" Milan asked back without emotion, and sneered, "Who set up the game? Who made the rules?"

"Boss." Lin Xi called out solemnly, "Incorporating personal preferences will confuse the standard of judgment. Shit, that's not how it is tested."

Milan looked at him deeply, suppressed his redundant expression, his eyes turned meaningless indifference, and his deep voice revealed an undeniable sense of oppression: "Thank you 'agent' for your reminder."

Lin Xi lowered his eyebrows, let go of his hand, raised the corners of his lips, and his usual wicked smile appeared in his eyes: "There are four shots left, Boss can take his time. According to my observation, this kitten's skill Very good, the indirect roundabout style of play is more suitable for him."

Milan picked up his gun, looked into the air release field for a while, and slightly raised the corner of his lips: "Remember, you don't need to observe this person anymore."

Lin Xi's eyes flickered imperceptibly, paused, his expression remained unchanged, and he smiled slightly: "Yes, Boss."

Milan fired two more bullets, and suddenly asked, "How about that Qiao Bai?"

"Qiao Bai?" Lin Xi opened a corner of the curtain and glanced outside, pondered for a while, and said, "The adopted son of the Mexican drug lord Penfield, used to be an international supermodel to help Penfield transport drugs before he was imprisoned." , Most of the goods from South America to Europe pass through him.”

"Penfield?" Milan repeated lightly, "Contact him."

"I also have this plan." Lin Xi nodded, seeming to think of another matter, and said, "The warden is not sure about Xiaosinuo's matter. It seems that the higher authorities in Country C are biting too hard and let some people let go." Don't worry, don't want to keep people."

Holding the gun in his hand, Milan smiled coldly: "They wanted the goods, but now they lost them, and they're too timid to get out. That's why I hate doing business with those self-righteous idiots from Country C."

"This line was left by Mr. Festinger. At the beginning, it was because of some personal friendship. After this transaction is completed, Boss can completely cut it off. Several places in Southeast Asia are good choices, and the connectors have already been contacted. Alright." Lin Xi explained.

"Ten rounds. GameOver." Milan suddenly said a word, put away the gun, his face was cloudy, stood against the light for a while, and then raised his hand and made a "Primo" gesture.

Lin Xi glanced at him, and glanced out through the curtains, just in time to see the messed-up young man in the air release field making an arrogant middle finger in this direction, because the distance is too far, he can't see his face clearly look, but thinking about it, it must be wonderful.

Lin Xi couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Boss, is the person I recommend still satisfied?"

Milan turned his face to the side, stared at him for a while, snorted inexplicably, threw the sniper rifle away, turned and walked outside, and said in an orderly manner: "Make good care of the aftermath."

Lin Xi raised her chin, watched him slam the door with a half-smile, then shook her head helplessly, sighing to herself that this new boss is really too young, the young master of an aristocratic family, even if he was born with a superior Talented and self-conscious, but the arrogant temper is destined not to be cured in a day or two.

What kind of N does the new leader of the Zela family want?