In 702 on the top floor, there is a smell of some kind of decoration.

There was a worker-like man, wearing a newspaper hat and spraying air fresheners everywhere.

Next to him, a blind man seemed to have poor eyesight, and was bowing his head to urge the workers to work.

The long-haired man slowly went upstairs and walked to the second floor, as if he felt that something was wrong, and said to himself, "It's not this unit." ”

After saying that, he walked downstairs.

The light in the corridor was dim, and I don't know where there was a noise of quarrels over food, and then the sound of smashing plates.

This noise, which sounds full of worldliness, then turns into a reconciling laughter.

The long-haired man returned to the third floor, and at a glance he saw a drunk man snuggled at the foot of the wall. It was an old man, holding a wine bottle in his hand, ox two, fifty-six degrees, and a lot of raw rice was sprinkled on the ground.

He was covered in alcohol and was reaching out to touch the cigarette, when the man reached out and shook it in front of his eyes a few times, and the man was so drunk that he didn't react at all.

He had an extra dagger in his hand and slowly thrust it into the drunkard's feet.

The sharp tip of the knife was inserted into the flesh of the other party, and the blood slowly flowed down, and the drunk man moved indifferently and opened his eyes lazily.

"You, do you recognize me?" the long-haired man's waterfall-like hair showed half of his face, as terrifying as his face.

Severe pain is spreading in the drunk, and if he is a little bloody, or if he is a normal person, he will definitely react.

"The little ghost sent by the king of Hades, hmph, go, give the master two boxes of two pots, and I'll go with you, it's best, and some side dishes, cough cough." The drunk man finally saw him clearly, his feet slowly shrunk, full of vicissitudes and said, "Lung cancer, I can't live long." ”

As he spoke, he held the wine bottle persistently and held it up at the long-haired man.

Lung cancer?

That's right, it should be, half a box of cigarettes from the front door was exposed under his buttocks.

This inferior cigarette tar is high in content.

Smelling his body again, I found that the smell of tobacco and wine were almost comparable.

"Fuck off, fuck off here, do you hear me?" said the long-haired man in a strange voice.

The drunken man thought for a while, glanced at the comfort nest at the foot of the wall a few times, and walked downstairs with a muttering mouth.

Seeing that this person was driven away, there was no movement in the corridor, he thought about it, it was estimated that it was related to the case that happened a few days ago, and he was afraid that Bai Wu would come back.

Most of the people who are hiding in their homes have their doors locked, and they won't come out if there is any movement.

He returned to the second floor, and saw a hearse slowly approaching and stopping on the side of the road, and he chuckled in his heart and threw a disgusted look at the hearse.

Returning to the corridor, his cold and almost dead face under his long hair revealed a trace of coldness, lit a cigarette, and said lightly, "The mind is the most important thing, one second earlier, one second late, it will be very important, sometimes it is a matter of the overall situation, sometimes it is just a pile of skeletons." ”

Time passed, and he finally waited for a sound of footsteps.

The foreman upstairs came down.

This man has poor eyesight, walks with a limp, and is leaning against the wall as he walks, looking crumbling.

When he saw the long-haired man, he was stunned for a moment, and then went to the handrail of the stairs from the wall, and slowly, as if he were dodging a poisonous snake, he walked tremblingly and laboriously.

"Blind?" The long-haired man suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his sunglasses.

A pair of glasses is wrapped in tape, and there is not even a trademark, a typical stall of ten or twenty dollars.

He looked at it sharply, but saw that the foreman had all two eyes mutilated, and the white eyeball on the left was numerous, blinking constantly, and it seemed that only in this way could he see what was near.

In the eyes of the long-haired man, this guy is blind.

He slammed his dagger close to the foreman, and said in a cold voice, "Blind and lame, go, go down?"

His suspicion of the foreman's "disability" was decreasing, but he still felt suspicious, and if it was fake, as soon as he made a move, this guy's neck would immediately spew a bloody light.

A strange scene happened.

The foreman straightened his waist, double-straddled hard, gently flicked his legs, twisted his waist and sent the joint force to cross, and walked easily.

Absolutely lame.

His knife was slowly put down, and he kept looking at the foreman, if the other party's heart beat faster, if his eyes changed, he would still be happy and sharp.

When he escorted the foreman into the room, and saw that the worker was adjusting the wall lamp, he struck it with the hilt of his knife.

With a dull sound, the worker fell to the ground, struggling, and there was no movement.

The foreman stood honestly in the doorway, his body trembling slightly. It's scary.

It seems that he knew that death was coming, so he made an instinctive reaction.

The lights are on.

The long-haired man pulled his long hair off, revealing a masked face.

"None of you two can survive, what about those policemen?" The man in black is none other than Zhang Ye, the king of knocking.

Still dressed in black, his trench coat faded, and he skillfully picked up the shotgun on his shoulder.

The foreman whimpered and said nothing, and stood there numb, his eyes fixed on the muzzle of the gun that could send him on the road at any time, and muttered, "They, they, gone, have long been ......."

"Fart, there are three or four people coming up, right in, attached, attached, near. Zhang Yetou scolded without replying.

At this moment, his eyes widened, and he took two steps back.

On the opposite wall is the common thing of the White Five Family, and the side has changed.

On the wall are wild celebrity photos, and posters related to Internet cafes are pasted on them, and four three-dimensional characters of Xinghe Internet Cafe are printed on the wall......

It's too familiar, this scene is too familiar.

It was the first mission he participated in after returning from abroad, but he didn't expect to return to the front.

In front right, Cheng Fei, the policeman, was shot and fell to the ground, and he fired several shots at that time.

Once he laughed happily at the wine glass, laughing at the policeman's dead nest, and laughing at Fang Tianyu's poor skills.

The night before yesterday in the Minsheng Community, he almost killed Fang Tianyu, if he succeeded, Shangfeng would reward him with at least 500,000.

At the same time, he also set a record for hunting two policemen by himself.

"Go, any of you can live, live ......" He, who had been listening carefully to the movements around him, did not send anyone else to appear, and decided to kill these two eyesore and retreat immediately.

Before he finished his vicious words, he suddenly jumped to the left like a wild beast.

"Bastard, how did I stutter. He thought to himself.

It seems that the foreman saw that he was alert, jumped in at once, dragged the door to the door, took off his glasses, revealed a white eyeball, and said lightly, "I didn't pay for it, and I beat people, and said, are you sent by the damn boss." ”

Maybe he jumped too hard just now, and his disabled foot hurt uncomfortably, and he squatted down all of a sudden.

"No, what's wrong with the voice changer?" Zhang Ye turned over the taste, raised his gun violently, and aimed it at the foreman.

A special forces king, shooting at such a close distance, can break the opponent's head even with his eyes closed.