The north wind began to howl faintly in the distance, as if it were a wounded beast howling low. The temperature dropped rapidly, and the people in single clothes shivered with cold.

The customs guest seemed to be immersed in half hot and half cold water, which was extremely uncomfortable. His body was shaking, his consciousness was blurred, and he couldn't see anything around him at all. He took out three or four pills from the pill bottle again and swallowed them in one gulp.

The sound of footsteps in the clearing was chaotic and lasted for a long time. The footsteps were also mixed with the sound of talking, and because the sound was too small, the customs guest could not hear it clearly.

After a cup of tea, all the sounds were gone, only the north wind was still wailing.

Guan Ke knew that the protagonists had appeared on the stage, and the curtain had opened.

The analgesics did a little bit, and the frequency of the tremors on Guan Ke's body slowed down slightly, and the dull pain that persisted in the depths of his head lessened slightly, but his forehead was still hot. A drop of rain seemed to fall on his forehead in the wind, and it was instantly vaporized into gas by the heat. I'm afraid he really has a fever, but he doesn't know if the fever is a side effect of the tumor or if it was blown by the wind. But none of that matters anymore.

The gateway wanted to stand up, but because his legs had been squatting for too long, he was a little numb, and he didn't stand up at all for a while.

The sound of conversation downstairs began to ring. The young male voice, Guan Ke could hear it as soon as he heard it, it was Wang Xiaoye's voice. Although he and Wang Xiaoye have not met a few times, they have firmly remembered everything about him. When a person deliberately wants to remember something, it is difficult to forget.

Now that Wang Xiaoye has arrived, it must be that Runke is by his side.

Guan Ke stretched his numb legs slightly, and then slowly stood up.

There was a black rumbling below, and only a lot of figures could be vaguely seen in the north and south directions. The people in the south were obviously highly trained, arranged in a neat line, and dressed in the same clothes, while the people in the north were different, and the figures stood scattered, without a complete formation at all. Although it was dark, the Sekiki could still spot people from the north, some wearing red shirts, some wearing floral shirts, in short, colorful and casually dressed like tourists on vacation on the street.

In front of the north and south, there were two people standing, and I think they were the brains of this discussion. There was a man on the south side, dressed in plain white, and the white corner would flutter in the cold wind. Guan Ke guessed that the owner of the white dress was Runke.

The clouds in the sky were thicker and lower, almost above the head of the passer. The cold air brought in by the north wind is also increasing, and it seems that summer is going to turn into winter. In the thick black clouds, a faint lightning bolt suddenly appeared. The hair-like light flickered and brightened everyone's faces.

At that moment, the customs guest saw the scene in the clearing a little. The man in white was indeed Runke. She wore a long dress and looked like a fairy on the moon, unstained with dust. She silently used her right hand to hold Wang Xiaoye's left arm and looked ahead indifferently.

The light quickly faded, and Guan Ke couldn't see the scene below, but he still kept looking in Runke's direction for a long, long time.

Negotiations between the North and the South have been going on for some time, and the voices are getting louder and louder, so loud that the customs guests can finally hear what they are saying clearly. He could understand, but he wasn't too willing to listen. If you don't want to hear it, someone is yelling in your ear with a bullhorn, and you can't hear a word.

The customs officer gradually withdrew his gaze and placed the heavy* on the fence as gently as possible. A gust of wind blew colder than before, and the customs guest couldn't help but shiver violently, almost falling * to the ground. He gripped the barrel of the gun in a vague way, and even though it sank like a small mountain, he didn't let go.

Guan Ke took a deep breath and placed his gun firmly on the wall. He squatted down slightly, his left eye narrowed, and his right eye was facing the sniper scope, trying to find Wang Xiaoye's figure from it.

Because the night was so dark, the customs guest could only see the silhouette of a human figure. He knew Wang Xiaoye's approximate location, but just knowing this, he couldn't kill him with one blow.

Whew~, whew~, the north wind continued to roar, the pitch became higher and higher, and when it reached a certain level, it suddenly stopped.

In the clouds above Guan Ke's head, a bolt of lightning suddenly snaked out. This lightning bolt crawled in the sky like a gecko, and its body was much thicker than the tiny hair-like lightning bolt just now.

There was a sudden light above the venue, and everyone's faces were clearly visible. After the light flashed, people heard the rumbling thunder, as if someone was walking in the sky, beating gongs and drums, and in a short time, they ran from one side of the sky to the other side of the sky, and disappeared.

From the sniper scope, Guan Ke finally saw his target clearly. It's rare that this time Wang Xiaoye was also wearing a black suit, so he couldn't see it very clearly in the dark night. Guan Ke let the center cross and firmly aim at the center of Wang Xiaoye's forehead.

He had just been aligned, and his body suddenly trembled violently, causing the gun to be aimed in a deflected direction. The gateway was dizzy and his chest was filled with breath, and he struggled to aim at his target again, only to find that the thunder and lightning had passed away, and it was dark again.

Guan Ke's heart became anxious. He concentrated all the strength of his body on his hands, so that * did not shake at all, and then quietly waited for the next arrival of lightning.

In such a cold weather, a drop of sweat actually dripped from the forehead of the customs guest and fell on his sleeve, soaking into a water stain. Guan Ke's body trembled, and he tried to control it, but there was still a slight swing, driving the gun in his hand to follow the slight swing.

"Damn, can you not move!" the passer roared to himself, and used his strength to suckle, holding the gun firmly.

The negotiations below seemed to be at an impasse, and after a heated argument, an awkward silence ensued.

In the thick clouds, a bucket-thick bolt of lightning streaked through, illuminating the sky near and far as day.

The gatekeeper kept his eyes wide open. Even though his vision was red and black, he never closed his eyes. He stared at the crossroads on the sniper scope, waiting for the light to appear.

As the thunderbolt as thick as a bucket flashed through the clouds, Guan Ke finally saw that Wang Xiaoye's head was in the right position of the crosshair. He quickly adjusted his direction and aimed his crosshair at Wang Xiaoye's forehead. As soon as he took aim, the light was gone, and it was pitch black again.

The customs officer was ruthless, put his thumb on the trigger, and pulled it hard, only to see a flash of fire at the muzzle of the gun, and a bullet whistled sharply into the darkness below.

Only then did the rumbling thunder reach the ears of the people, and the eardrums of the people who were about to be shaken ruptured. The sound of gunfire was hidden in the sound of thunder and lightning, and no one noticed it for a while.

Guan Ke didn't see Wang Xiaoye's situation. He didn't know if the other party was shot, and even if he did, he didn't know if it was in a fatal place. Although he didn't know any of this, he had a strong feeling that Wang Xiaoye couldn't die this time. He seemed to have seen the black bullet hole on Wang Xiaoye's forehead.

It took the customs closer to take less than fifteen seconds to disassemble the * into a pile of parts and put them all in his backpack.

When he put the backpack on his back, someone below finally reacted.

Liu Chang was looking at Da Shao in front of him, and after the lightning crossed the sky, he suddenly fell down slowly. He didn't understand what was going on, but it was certainly something bad. He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Wang Xiaoye's body that was about to fall.

Lightning began to appear more frequently in the sky. The rumbling sound continued, and the miserable white light illuminated Wang Xiaoye's face clearly. On Wang Xiaoye's forehead, a black bullet hole appeared at some point, and a trace of purple blood flowed out of it.

Wang Xiaoye still had his eyes open, as if he still wanted to talk about something with the other party.

Liu Chang was sad in his heart, and a pair of hands stroked Wang Xiaoye's eyes, so that his eyes that were still open closed quietly.

Although Wang Xiaoye is a heinous bad person, he is very good to himself. He kept shouting from his uncle, and he regarded himself as closer than his own uncle. Liu Chang was thinking like this, and the sadness in his heart was even worse.

The people in the clearing were all stunned, they didn't know what was happening. Standing in the crowd to the north, a big man shouted, "Hey, what's wrong?

Liu Chang quietly put Wang Xiaoye's body on the ground, and when he stood up again, his face was already indifferent. "All the gangs present took this place as the center of the circle and scattered around to find the murderer. If you see a stranger with a gun in his hand, kill him. He thought for a moment and then said, "Even if you don't have a gun, kill it!"

Both in the south and in the north, people looked at each other.

Seeing that the gang behind him had not moved, Liu Chang quickly took out the pistol at his waist and fired a shot at the gang closest to him.

This time, the gunshots were all heard. It wasn't the thunder of thunder and lightning, but the alarm bell of the Killer Demon King. The people of the Honggang Gang, seeing that someone had lost their lives, were terrified in their hearts, and scattered one after another, and according to Liu Changzai's request, they went to find the murderer of Wang Xiaoye.

In the darkness to the north, the leader said, "Since the main character is no longer there, let's go first." With that, he turned and left.

Liu Changzai didn't speak, he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, motionless, as if he didn't hear the voice.

The people of the Haohan Gang retreated, staring at Liu Changzai vigilantly.