chapter 133 dragon head pistol

It was already dawn. In front of Baihui Supermarket in the south of the city, in a black Mercedes-Benz, the old man opened his eyes in the back seat.

"What time is it? Aren't Amin's gang back yet?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

The bodyguard in the passenger seat also woke up, looked at the watch on his wrist, and said to the old man: "Master, it's almost six o'clock, and there is no news from Amin and the others!

Otherwise, let's go back...