Seventy is so sweet, she married the toughest guy and was pampered

Chapter 295 Time Bomb

These words, to the ears of children, are naturally unclear.

In fact, Ling Beibei also knows that only by eating and drinking enough can he outwit the bad guys.

He started eating, slowly but without stopping.

"You eat too." Ling Beibei handed the opened can to Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun was stunned, "You kid, you still know how to be polite."

"Kong Rong lets you pear." Ling Beibei smiled. Such a smile made his eyes sparkle. Wang Jianjun looked at those big and bright eyes, and his mood was not very good.

So much so that the delicious food in my mouth no longer tastes good. "You, eat as much as you can. After passing this village, there won't be this shop."

"Hey."

I don't know why, but Wang Jianjun sighed when he looked at him.

There seems to be a knot in my heart that I can't get rid of.

After eating, Ling Beibei felt sleepy. He closed his eyes and began to take a nap. Wang Jianjun opened the shell gun and looked at the last bullet inside.

It's really useless. I've been using this thing for a long time, but I still haven't developed the skills of a sharpshooter. The only time I hit someone, I accidentally hit someone.

Lucky hit.

He touched the cold bullet, thinking over and over in his mind, and finally pressed the bullet heavily inside. He looked into the distance and took a look at the cement pillar, imagining that the bullet would be fired out quickly. The cement pillar opposite has countless transparent holes.

But he knew this was his only bullet.

It's your own secret and your own luck.

He put away the shell gun and then called to the sleepy little guy, "Ling Beibei, now you have to cooperate with me. Do you see this? This is a time bomb. I found someone to do it some time ago. Yes, don’t move around now. If something goes wrong, there will be a loud bang and you will have to see the Lord God.”

"God?"

Ling Beibei looked at the row of huge gadgets in the opponent's hands in surprise.

There are countless complicated threads wrapped around that thing.

There are red ones and blue ones. It looks like a complicated device.

"You are... a ticking time bomb, are you serious?"

"It's guaranteed to be replaced if it's fake."

After saying that, Wang Jianjun tied the little guy to the stool and stuck the time bomb on the back. The little guy's ankles were wrapped with shackles and tied to the pillar.

If he acts rashly, he may be shattered to pieces.

The fear at this moment climbed up his face and entered his young eyes. Death was such a terrible and distant word. The little guy didn't dare to think about it or continue to speculate.

His eyes instantly became empty, and his mind went blank. He begged, "Uncle, uncle, I don't want to die."

"If you want to blame it, just blame Li Meng, blame your parents. I also know that this matter has nothing to do with you, but what can I do? I designed them to offend me, and someone has to pay the bill. Who else could it be if it wasn't you?" After that, Wang Jianjun stuck the time bomb on his back without any courtesy.

I haven't used the remote control yet.

Once the button on the remote control is clicked, the bomb immediately enters the countdown state.

In a moment, the little guy, the people who came to save him, and this humble factory building will be razed to the ground. The gunpowder in his equipment is very overbearing.

Looking at all this, Wang Jianjun's mouth was filled with a satisfied and perverted sneer.

After a while, the sound of a motorcycle appeared outside, but the good thing was that Wang Jianjun did not hear the siren so far.

What does this mean? Li Meng kept his agreement and promise and did not call the police. Wang Jianjun walked out with a shell gun in his hand. He was very alert and looked around when he came out.

Realizing that Li Meng and Ling Shuoye had just stopped the motorcycle, Ling Shuoye didn't care about the shell gun in his hand. He pulled out the key to the motorcycle and threw it towards Wang Jianjun, "The car you want, I Where is the child?"

Wang Jianjun grabbed the motorcycle key and asked, "Why are you so anxious?"

His eyes were ferocious, "How long has this been, are you still qualified to bargain with me? I don't need to check the motorcycle first?" He walked to the motorcycle and checked it up and down, front and back.

After making sure there was no problem, he sighed.

"Where is my child?" Li Meng asked anxiously.

Ling Shuoye glanced inside the abandoned factory. It was full of broken walls and ruins, as if it would collapse at any time. On the outer wall, the state department had huge words written on it.

There were also red circles drawn with red paint on the words. This was all confirmed. Ling Shuoye was about to go inside, still holding the handle of the leather box firmly in his hand.

But at this moment, Wang Jianjun targeted him and whistled frivolously at him.

"The child is inside. I haven't touched a hair on him. He is still all beard and tail. It's useless if you call him. He can't answer you now. If you go forward, you can see him. It's up to you." Wang Jianjun raised his voice.

He likes the feeling of controlling others.

He also likes to see the people being manipulated showing a state of fear and fear. Whenever he sees this, Wang Jianjun is very satisfied. He is smiling, and the smile at the corner of his mouth is extremely cheerful.

"See?"

Move and change scenery.

Soon, Ling Shuoye and Li Meng saw the little guy controlled on the stool inside.

Ling Beibei looked at them desperately. Li Meng was about to rush inside, but his head was aimed at by a shell gun. Li Meng turned back and said harshly: "Now we have brought you a dime of money. You Don’t you want us to see the kids?”

"At least it proves that the child is okay, doesn't it?"

Yes.

Ling Beibei was indeed fine, but he was tied to the stool. He squirmed and obviously wanted to stand up, but couldn't. Ling Beibei looked at Li Meng in distress, and burst into tears the moment he saw his parents. Rolled down suddenly.

In fact, Ling Beibei always looked like a young adult in life, and his parents almost never saw Ling Beibei cry.

Ling Shuoye raised his voice and said as if he was swearing, "What did dad once tell Beibei? What happened to men? Men bleed and sweat but not shed tears. Remember? Men can't cry. Hold it back."

As if Ling Beibei had been called upon, he actually stopped crying. This performance satisfied Ling Shuoye.

He turned around and looked fiercely at Wang Jianjun, who was holding a shell gun aimed at him, "I brought the money. One hundred thousand yuan and ten cents is a lot for you. You can see for yourself."

Instructing Li Meng to open the box, Li Meng prepared to approach, but Ling Shuoye tapped the ground with his foot. The two of them placed the leather box on the ground. There was indeed a lot of money in the open leather box. Neatly.

The new pink color dyed Wang Jianjun's eyes red.