In the dimly lit alley, there were three thugs, one with a sunken throat, one with a broken neck, and the other with a stick mark on the back of his head.

The man with the briefcase lit a cigarette and continued to walk down the alley, but in a moment a man in a large trench coat appeared in front of him.

"Dude, I don't think you're ordinary?"

The man in the trench coat did not speak.

"Walking in this kind of place, and covering it so tightly, it shouldn't be ordinary people......

The man in the trench coat looked up.

"I'm X!" The man dressed like a strange detective, Sakura bursting, Saito, Hitoko, made a surprised voice.

"I'm X!I'm X!I'm X!I'm X!" you can see that he is very excited.

"The legend of the industry!shark~hand!I'm your fan!Number one fan!Super fan!"

He opened his hand, showed his costume in front of the man in the trench coat and said, "I am wearing the same clothes as you legend!"

The man in the trench coat remained silent.

"Together, we're sure to become an invincible super group!How about it, let's do it with me!?"

The man in the trench coat spoke.

Indifference, there seems to be endless indifference in the words. The fan in front of him is worthless to him. "No, it's more convenient for me to be alone. ”

With that, he walked away, leaving the man who was smoking a cigarette standing still.

The man took out his stick and threw the cigarette butt on Liu Xin's body.

Liu Xin turned to look at him, and he spit a puff of smoke on Liu Xin's face.

"I'm disappointed in you, very disappointed, that you have tarnished my idol, starting today...... I'm a sharkhand. ”

As he spoke, he raised the stick in his hand.

Liu Xin pulled off his trench coat...... It's so varied.

On the left side of the chest hangs nine throwing knives...... Here are a few hatchets...... There is a grenade on the right side...... A pistol was strapped to the shoulder strap...... A double-barreled shotgun is strapped to the lanyard around the waist...... There is also a dismantling aid and kitchen knife in the bandage on the abdomen...... There were also two magazines stuffed into his belt......

It's a movable arsenal!

Liu Xin pulled out a pistol.

"Your death is worthless, foolish and ignorant. ”

In the large garbage can in the alley, there was a corpse and some documents that were burning, and from the documents that had not yet turned black, we could see a few small words.

Long Jianming is 22 years old

Height 1.80 Black pupils

Contact code: gajdhjgoeuioa I Photo I

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The target will appear near the Temple tonight.

Warning: Target has some level of resistance, presumably: Martial artist

"Ah, you're ......!" Jianming was quite impressed by the man in front of him.

Yuanshan, who folded his hands, said with a smile: "Donor, I said that we would meet again." ”

At the gate of the calm town, two people who were not dressed in ordinary clothes met.

One was wearing a black jacket with a handful of white hair, and the other was wearing a robe and holding a tin staff, which seemed to have been predetermined.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Jian Ming opened his mouth first: "Anyway...... Let's go to the scene first, shall we?"

"Oh, by the way, what are you capable of? Do you know Aoyama?"

"Aoyama Dao Chang is loyal and honest, and I have been taken care of by him before...... He also enjoys writing papers and giving presentations......"

Jianming began to imagine, but no matter how he thought about it, this was not like a person in his impression.

"I can exceed, donor, what about you?"

"I ...... I can physically damage them......"

What is overdue? Jianming really didn't understand, grandpa didn't teach him this. But Jianming was embarrassed to ask.

"No, it's here. ”

Looking in from the window, the interior is not neat and clean, there are many black garbage bags in the corner, and there are many bags of cat food.

"Could it be a lonely old woman with a lot of cats...... After she died......"

Jianming didn't continue. What follows is too cruel for lonely cat lovers.

"Amitabha, this matter is not so simple, let's go to the mayor's house and ask. ”

Knock knock.

"Strange, why is there no one. Standing on the stone platform road in the center of the village, Jianming looked around with his waist in his hands.

"You see, the fire in the mayor's fireplace is still on, which means he hasn't gone far. ”

Sure enough, it really didn't go far.

"Two ...... What's the matter?" the mayor explained to them a little what was going on here.

Scratching his scalp, Jian Ming was puzzled: "Strange, it is two sixteen or seventeen-year-old young people who have turned into white bones, where will their flesh and blood go?"

"Amitabha...... I, I'm not very smart and can't think of it. Under the thick eyebrows, Yuanshan had a bitter face.

"Xiaobai, do you have any ideas?"

"I can't do anything. ”

"Huh...... look?"

The observant Jianming noticed that there were some footprints on the dust piled up on the inside of the house, not only by people, but also by cats, all the way to the back door.

"So many garbage bags and cat food, something is wrong, go and have a look at the back!"

There is a pet door on the back door, and there are a few hairs next to the door, which does look like it has been used recently.

"Jianming, there is some spiritual power left here, I can follow the taste to find the source. ”

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. ”

As he spoke, a small dog head appeared on Jianming's left hand, embroidering his nose and flicking his head, guiding Jianming in the direction he should go.

"Oh, donor, you have special abilities......! This is a man and a beast, right!? Our abbot often tells me this. ”

"Aha...... Ha, I've only had this ability recently, Wonseon, I found something, come with me. ”

Along the way, the rings of the tin staff kept rattling.

"I see you're in good shape, do you usually exercise?"

"Well, how to say it, I'm also a Shaolin disciple. ”

"Shaolin, the world's martial arts out of Shaolin, that Shaolin faction?"

Yuanshan said modestly at random: "Amitabha, donor, there has never been a Shaolin school in the world, some are just Shaolin Temple, we practice martial arts just because it can help us practice meditation, the unity of Zen and martial arts, if there is a foreign enemy to fight the temple, we can also protect ourselves." ”

Jianming thought to himself, self-preservation...... Grandpa said that the power that can protect what is also very strong, since the Shaolin Temple has been protected so far, it means that it has not been defeated.

"But you're good, aren't you?"

Yuan Shan was still very modest and said: "That's the misunderstanding of your world, in many martial arts novels, Shaolin is written how strong and strong, but I don't know that the so-called Yijin Sutra, the trick of changing the meridians, is just Buddhist yoga transmitted from India." ”

"yes, I'll just say that these two things feel the same but ....... ”

Speaking of this, there seemed to be light in Jianming's eyes.