Doomsday Sanctuary

"Isn't this Wang Dequan crazy?"

Han Zhongguo asked suspiciously.

"This is the main problem, no matter whether he is really crazy or fake, but he won't open his mouth when he sees his madness!"

Di Ping's mind showed Wang Dequan's crazy look like a bloodthirsty madman, and he suddenly had a headache. It is difficult for a person who can endure such pain to let him speak.

"Trouble now!"

Han Zhongguo frowned, and said with a distressed expression: "It would be fine if our base had a professional torture person, even if he is really crazy, he can make something!"

"This torture officer is so powerful, he can be tried out even if he is crazy"

Di Ping had some disbelief.

"Of course! Masters of torture interrogators have some mind-reading skills. I have seen one before. As long as the criminal has a conversation with him, he unknowingly wipes out the contents of the criminal's belly!"

Han Zhongguo said in admiration.

"There are still such powerful people, but I have to look for them at the meeting..."

Di Ping sighed the same in his heart, and shook his head with a bitter smile on his face. But before he could finish his words, he suddenly stopped. As if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said excitedly: "I think we also have people like this. Up!"

"Who is it?"

This time it was Han Zhongguo's turn to ask with confusion.

"Father and daughter Yun Kuohai have you arranged there?"

Di Ping was in excitement at this time, watching Han Zhongguo and asking anxiously.

Yes, when Han Zhongguo mentioned mind reading, he immediately thought of Yun Mengsi's eyes that illuminate people's hearts.

This woman can even pull herself into the illusion, almost subduing herself, isn't it easy to deal with Wang Dequan?

If it weren't for Han Zhongguo's presence, he would have liked to slap himself, how could he have forgotten such an important matter?

Before Wang Xuming suddenly went mad, he guessed that Yun Mengsi was playing tricks, but he didn't care about his righteousness at the time, and now he was really careless about it.

A person with special abilities like Yun Mengsi is the wealth of the base, and the benefits are infinite when used well, but they don't know if they have Baoshan.

"Ann.... Arranged in the castle!"

Han Zhongguo looked at Di Pingdao blankly.

He was confused by Di Ping's leaping thinking. He was still talking about the torturers. Why did he rush to Yun's father and daughter again, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a while.

"Okay! You go to the third floor of the castle immediately and invite Miss Yunmengsi here!"

Di Ping clapped his hands in excitement, then turned and looked at the combat team member who had brought Han Zhongguo before.

"It's the city owner!"

The player was not dull at all, and immediately stood at attention, then turned and ran out.

Waiting for the team member to be notified to leave, Di Ping couldn't sit still, excitedly began to writhe back and forth in the hall, walking from front to back, from left to right, turning Han Zhongguo who was sitting on the shabby hairpin dizzy.

"I said the city lord! Can you sit for a while? You are shaking back and forth in my heart!"

Han Zhongguo finally couldn't help but said.

"Oh!"

Di Ping glanced at Han Zhongguo and then at himself, only to realize that he was a little nervous just now. He hurriedly laughed to cover up his embarrassment: "Brother Han, I'm trying to digest, or else? Two steps too?"

"Forget it! I'm out of stock, I can't walk, I still sit comfortably!"

Han Zhongguo shrugged angrily.

"Haha!"

Di Ping looked at Han Zhongguo, who rolled his eyes at him, feeling funny, and suddenly burst into laughter.

He suddenly felt that he was still not mature enough, and he began to feel anger and look at a little surprise, too unstable.