Savage Love On His Wheelchair

"Santa, it's Wilson, it's like this, my son was taken by Harrison and now | need your armored car for a while."

Once the call was answered, Wilson spoke directly without any courtesy.

"This Harrison has really eaten his heart and leopard's guts, he even dares to touch your child, don't worry, this matter will be

under Wang's responsibility, | will cooperate fully."

"Then thanks a lot Santa, within half an hour please Santa have someone bring all eight armored vehicles you have there to Hybe

to gather here."

Santa heard Wilson's words, holding the phone's hand shook violently, the heart has a mmp do not know when not say.

This opening is eight armored vehicles, he thought it was a toy armored car?

What's more, this Harrison is not a good master, the reason why he was able to find solid here sitting in this commander over the

years, private and not less with these mob bosses to deal with, almost all are open and closed eyes, now Wilson cdirectly to

let his armored car directly into the lair of others, which is too much.

"That Mr. Grant, | know you are eager to save your son, but | really do not have so many armored vehicles here now, why don't you

look at it this way? I'll have someone drive four of them over to you, this is my whole old base."

Santa on the other side tried to bargain with Wilson, and if his troops didn't need their financial support, his mom would have hung

up the phone as soon as possible.

"I heard that Santa recently intended to purchase a batch of the latest weapons from the German side, it seems that there is still a

lot of money short, originally Lu also intended to wait to save my son after the money will be paid, but look at Santa this situation

seems to have no need, since this is the case then | ...... "

| don't have that many armored cars, I'll have someone transfer two of them back and drive them to you. Six, what do you think?"

"Eight a no less, if Santa still needs to be considered, then Lu will have to go next door to borrow, | believe there are many people

willing to work with Lu."

Wilson was about to hang up the phone when Santa's urgent voice cover the phone, "Mr. Grant, let's talk properly. What?"

This old fox really does not let himself suffer at any time.

"No problem."

"OK, eight armored vehicles will definitely appear in front of you on twithin half an hour."

Hanging up the phone, Hybe hurriedly cforward and asked nervously, "Well, did the commander agree?"

"Well, I'll trouble Hybe to set everything up for me."

Hybe a mouth surprised are almost stuffed an egg, this Santa is known as the iron cock, a hair not plucked, even the President

himself may not be willing to come, did not expect Wilson just a few words let the iron cock loose, thinking of this, Hybe can not

help but to Wilson from the bottom of his heart admiration.

"Young master, according to the information we have investigated, this Santa has private contacts with Harrison, how che is

so generous to call his armored car to us this time?"

Back in the room, Anthony asks the question on his mind.

"There is no benefit, this old fox where so good to talk, even if he has a private friendship with Harrison, but they always have a

different position, in the end, naturally, who gives high interest, he will lean to whose side."

Wilson picked up the distribution map of Harrison's lair, using a pen to sit on it constantly marked, his main purpose this tis to

save Blume, as for the other he has no plans for the tbeing, after all, he is now borrowed by the nof Adrian, once the two

sides start a fire, the final trouble is still Adrian.

"But we can't be sure that the young master is in his place even now? How about | sneak in with two brothers and find out where

the young master is being held?"

"Yes, if the young master is not inside, we can also retreat in time."

"No, this Harrison is bloodthirsty by nature, and there must be many organs in his place, you are not familiar with the inside, this is

undoubtedly a sheep into the tiger's mouth, since the other party has been sure that Blis inside, then we will directly let him

call someone later."

Although he was worried about Blume, he could not disregard his brother's life because of his own son.

"Young Master ......"

"Mr. Grant ......"

Anthony and the dark shadow shouted in one voice.

"I've already decided, you don't have to say much."

"Mr. Grant, your computer has been hacked."

The words fell, Wilson hurriedly took out the computer and opened it, and soon a pink piglet appeared on the computer and was

waving its little hand towards him.

Anthony and Blackhawk looked at this tired screen of Piggy Peggy, can't help but say in their hearts, how childish this man really is!

"Hello, I'm glad you finally believed me, | already know that you have arrived in the Middle East, in order to be able to rescue

Blsuccessfully, we decided to have an inside out cooperation, you are responsible for stalling Harrison outside, | will lead

someone to sneak in and find Bland then bring out, then meet at the Hong Kong pier."

A child's voice cfrom inside the screen, without having to ask know that the other party was using a voice changer, but since

the other party did not want him to know who he was, he would not ask, after all, he would naturally appear when the tcame.

"Okay, | will try to drag out the ta little longer, you guys should also pay attention to safety, find Blimmediately withdraw."

"At that t| will send a flare like you, see the flare go out and we will meet at the Hong Kong pier."

After saying that, the screen instantly black screen.

"Young master, this person simply knows our whereabouts like the back of his hand, do we need to ask Mr. Finkler to investigate?"

"No, since the other side has no malicious intent we should not act rashly for the tbeing, | think all this will soon cto light."

He had a hunch that this man was related to his son.

Connecting all the things together, a terrible answer slowly appeared in his brain, however, this question to seek proof, and finally

must meet her son.

Meanwhile, inside a 1,000-square-foot villa in the suburbs of the Middle East, a middle-aged man lay in a wicker chair with his eyes

slightly squinted, a woman in sexy lingerie beside him rubbing him slowly.

"Boss, the boy has been sent over as you wanted."