Chapter 88 The Fishing Wind at the Sea

As soon as the dragon left, a circling eagle in the sky began to drift. If you look closely with a high-power telescope, you will find that it was the Spirit Eagle 2 drone, which was swiveling sideways away from the sea and sky.

The direction is a bit uncertain, and even the height is often unstable, it is indeed like a staggering eagle

Multi-rotor oil-electric hybrid drone, the world's most advanced structural design and aviation material, can stably support a range of hundreds of kilometers. Feng Qining collected the entire Lingying series, but at this moment he opened his eyes wide and pinched the remote control motionlessly, not like a veteran who plays drones.

Ning, it's about to fall off, are you manipulating it? Ning? The rocker is almost broken by you. An old man with a big nose held a bottle of wine and looked at him worriedly

Feng Qining sets the positioning and automatically return to the air, take off the VR glasses that are covered in front of you, and put the remote control on the deck

He reached out to unbutton the collar

What's wrong with you? Have you found it? What did you see? The old man picked up the wine and poured a glass of wine.

Feng Qining's handsome face was tightly stretched, and a trace of his forehead was smeared with hairspray, breaking the cold sculptural feeling

He closed his eyes

Lian Xin was still standing in front of her, her thighs were spread out and she was pressed on the deck, and she was raped by the man.

The boundless waves seemed to be rippling with the man's attack.

He could imagine Lian Xin calling out and begging her legs, but it was useless. The man with tattoos on his back was obviously much rougher and more savage than him. Lian Xin had only been loved by men like him and Su Zixi. She was just a greedy and charming girl. She had never experienced anything. She could not stand a man who was not good enough, let alone a rough man~ And that was a slave group~ There were many other garbage people there~ The old man glanced at Feng Qining, which clenched his fist in his palm and handed over the wine glass: Come on a glass of Porter, picking the most mellow grapes on the Douro River. I have a vineyard there. Young people love this sweet and refreshing feeling. You can taste the scent of the jumping wind and the sun~~

Feng Qining ignored him, he stretched out his hands and pressed his forehead again, revealing his blade-like eyebrows.

The old man is the Italian mafia and the largest black gold boss in South Africa. This time he helped Feng Qining track the slave ship on the vast sea.

Cats have cats, mouses have rats. Since the police received Yan Shu in the port, she learned about the trading room of the slave trade organization Mc and the Dark Web. Feng Qining directly found Ereller and asked him for help. After all, he is also the leader among them.

The person is indeed not wrong. Herrel himself has had a deal with Mc, and he can even get the route directly.

Herrel shrugged

Feng Qining stood up, notified the police dozens of nautical miles behind with radio signals, then turned his head and stared at the sea level that flew past the seagulls and said: Eck, help me

Herrell smiled and said: Of course

Feng Qining looked back at the three powerful artillery frigates behind him, licked the corner of his lips and said: Maybe you don't mind I'll borrow your battleship

Herrell hesitated for a moment and touched his beard: You want it~~

Feng Qining looked into the distance with deep eyes: Destroy him