Chapter 89 A pinch Asa, I want to ask for a way

"Hoho, even if I haven't killed him yet, it will be a matter of time..."

　　Hearing what Lao Cui said next, Lu Qi suddenly raised his heart and couldn't help but relax.

　　He thought that Michael was so cold...

　　"Those gangsters in Bangguo mistakenly thought that bastard was my boyfriend, kidnapped him, and then threatened me. How dare you believe this?!"

　　"It's just a big joke! Hahaha..."

　　After laughing a few times, he suddenly felt that it was a little boring. Trevor scolded and held up his beer, trying to use alcohol to numb himself.

　　Looking at Old Cui, whose eyes were blurred and already drunk, Lu Qi did not stop him, but said calmly:

　　"Traver, I know, this is a festival between you and Michael, and I didn't want to get involved... But I can't just watch Michael get killed and do nothing."

　　Hearing this, Cui Fu waved his hand and cursed aloud:

　　"Fuck you! You want to save that garbage, that's your business, he's dead to me!"

　　After speaking, I don't know if it was because he was too drunk or he didn't want to talk to Lu Qi again, Cui Fu directly knocked on the head, and with a "bang", he fell on the table and fell asleep.

　　Looking at the motionless old Cui, Lu Qi shook his head, stood up, and came to the bar, "Joseph, help me take a look at him, okay? I have something urgent to do."

　　"no problem."

　　After walking out of the bar, Lu Qi took out his mobile phone and called Lester:

　　"Hey?"

　　"Lester, I have something I want you to help with."

　　"you say."

　　During the phone call, Lu Qi briefly talked about the festival between Michael and Trevor, and the fact that they were taken away by a group of bangers.

　　Hearing Lu Qi's narration, Lester, who already knew the truth, couldn't help but sigh: "The world is so ironic..."

　　"There's no way, although that fat and bald middle-aged man failed Trevor. However, he has always been kind to me. At least now I can't sit here and watch him get killed. So...you have a way to find out the details of him. Where are you being held?"

　　"let me see..."

　　"Okay! Michael's phone just got a signal. I'll send you an app now, which can track its signal. The closer the distance, the stronger the signal, so be careful."

　　"I will, thanks."

　　Hanging up the phone, Lu Qi did not open the software sent by Lester immediately, but pressed another number again.

　　The call was connected, and Franklin's smooth black voice came from the other side.

　　"Yo, bro, how's it going?"

　　"There's something wrong with Michael!"

　　. . .

　　Under the bright lights of Los Santos, a white Bulls S sedan galloped down the street.

　　The speed of the car does not seem to be fast, but it can continue to overtake the car in front.

　　Holding the steering wheel with both hands, Franklin said casually, "No wonder I haven't seen Michael lately!"

　　Lu Qi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, replied while looking at the red dot displayed by the tracking program on his mobile phone:

　　"Turn right at the next intersection...I also just found out that Trevor and Michael had a falling out in North Yankton."

　　"Gan! These two fucking old bastards, what kind of festivals did they have in the past, they were either quarreling all day long, or just expecting each other to be killed..."

　　Facing Franklin's complaints, Lu Qi could only shrug and suggest:

　　"If you want to know, when we rescue Michael, you can ask him again..."

　　According to Lester's tracking procedures, the two drove outside a large warehouse in South Los Santos.

　　"It should be here."

　　Arriving at the destination, the two did not rush in, but observed the overall situation of the warehouse from a distance through the car window.

　　The warehouse has only one entrance and exit, and the rest are surrounded by guardrails and high walls.

　　At the door, two Asian men were chatting while smoking a cigarette.

　　There seemed to be no other patrolling guards in the huge warehouse.

　　Withdrawing the magazine, he carefully checked the HK45 with the muffler in his hand, and Lu Qi said to Franklin who was eager to try:

　　"Are you ready?"

　　"Waiting for you!"

　　Raising his brows, Lu Qi smiled slightly. With a "snack", he pushed the magazine, "Very good, you stay here first, and come back when I have dealt with the two guys at the door!"

　　After speaking, Lu Qi pushed open the car door and walked straight to the door of the warehouse.

　　Seeing Lu Qi's Asian face, the two guards at the door did not pull out their guns immediately.

　　One of the guards stepped forward to stop Lu Qi and said in some broken English, "Hey! You! What do you want?!"

　　Hearing this, Lu Qi pretended to be incomprehensible, and said to himself in stick writing:

　　"A pinch Asa, I don't understand English, I just want to ask the way..."

　　In a friendly hometown dialect, he immediately asked the other party to give up the action of touching the gun to his waist, "Hey, Bangyu? You are also from Bangguo?! We..."

　　"

Yes, yes, I..."

　　While the other party relaxed his vigilance, Lu Qi moved!

　　I saw Lu Qi's eyes slammed, and his whole body was like a tiger coming out of its cage.

　　"Um?!"

　　While he was covering his stomach and bending over, Lu Qi put his hands on his back and rose into the air, with a savage whip leg, with a "pop " hit the guard on the right in the face Shocked face.

　　The huge impact directly kicked it down and fainted on the spot.

　　After dealing with an enemy, Lu Qi did not relax, but pulled up the pale left guard who was still clutching his stomach.

　　He pulled out the pistol from the opponent's waist and threw it away, then grabbed his collar and asked viciously:

　　"You caught a white old man, where is he locked up?"

　　The guard with a tumultuous stomach was almost unable to speak normally. Under the pressure of Lu Qi, he could only raise his finger to point in front of a warehouse with "No. 128" next to the door, and said intermittently:

　　"In...that...slaughterhouse...inside..."

　　After confirming Michael's location, Lu Qi asked, "How many of you are here? Is he still alive?"

　　"A dozen... I'm not sure... When the boss leaves, just let us guard..."

　　Seeing that he couldn't find much information, Lu Qi knocked him unconscious with a knife, and then walked out of the warehouse door and waved to Xiao Fu who was waiting in the car.

　　Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, the two of them tied the hands and feet of the two guards with nylon ties, and put tape on their mouths, and dragged them to a dark corner.

　　After they were done, the two squatted behind a container and began to discuss how to rescue Michel while looking at the situation in Warehouse No. 128.

　　"Dude, what do we do now? Shall we go in and save people?"

　　Glancing at Xiao Fu, who only held a small pistol but spoke ruthlessly, Lu Qi shook his head, raised his left hand, and turned into a black walkie-talkie as if by magic.

　　The next second, a cunning smile appeared on his face:

　　"No, I have a plan!"