The person they are waiting for is definitely not me, this is what I can be sure of, when I can be treated like this, then I am truly invincible in the world.

I don't know if the people of the Luo family will come to continue to look for my stubble, and I am also a little worried when I walk on the road to observe the situation of the enterprise building.

If it was someone from the Luo family before, it is estimated that I would not have any good fruit to eat later, but how could they be so bold and want to do such a thing on the road in full view.

Are the people of the Luo family so eager to kill me?

I was also thinking about these problems when I was walking on the road, now that everything is out of control, everything has become confusing, and it is estimated that it is in response to what Brother Ming said, and now only the Luo family and the Pan family know what the situation is.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt a gaze from behind me, which is the advantage that my perception has improved these days, and that is that I can feel the hostility from other people.

The gaze behind me was hostile, but only for a moment. I slowed down, the sensation just now must not be my hallucination, I must be being targeted now.

Madan, why was it that I was targeted as soon as I got out of the car and walked a few steps.

I know that I can't look back at this time, and if I look back, I guess it's a message to the person who is tracking me that I have found you.

It seems that I was also discovered not long ago, and the people behind me should be confirming my identity, and then I should do it.

I was silent and began to look for a place where I could get rid of the tail behind me, and although I couldn't look back directly, I could see what was going on behind me with some environmental advantages.

For example, the front mirror was meant to keep an eye on the sidewalk for cars on the street, so I could see behind me. I looked up in the mirror and saw a lot of pedestrians behind me, but one of the people in a dark purple sweatshirt was instantly recognizable.

The most important thing is that the moment I looked at him, I also felt the hostility coming from this sweatshirt man.

The man in the sweatshirt was wearing a hood, his hands in his pockets, and he leaned forward slightly, and the direction was roughly facing me. I couldn't see the look on his face, but I could tell.

Knowing the tail behind me, I also relaxed a lot for a while, as long as I knew who it was, there was a way to solve it.

I glanced at the street on the right, and there was a newsstand right past it, which made it impossible for the man in the sweatshirt to lose my view from the right distance behind me. My heart moved, and I turned into the street on the right.

In front of the newsstand there was a row of chairs, which seemed to be reserved for people to rest, and there was an uncle sitting on the left side of the chair reading the newspaper.

I went to the newsstand and bought a copy of the newspaper in Shashi today, and at the same time, I noticed that there were sunglasses, so I bought one and brought it with me.

I sat on my uncle's right with the newspaper in my hand. Uncle has a Mediterranean hairstyle, with heavy wrinkles on his face and slight dark circles, which seems to be caused by excessive stress.

Uncle put down the newspaper, looked at me and continued to read it.

I unfolded the newspaper to cover my face, but I left a slit so I could see what was going on. The uncle sitting next to me also happens to be a favorable factor that can help me hide, as long as the man in the sweatshirt comes to me, then I will control him as soon as possible.

I turned my head to look at the street on my right, and saw that there were three photo sticker cameras at the entrance of the renovated shopping plaza on my side of the street.

At this time, I also had a number in my heart, and I quietly waited for the man in the sweatshirt to come over with the newspaper.

After a while, I noticed the figure of the man in the sweatshirt appearing on the street, and it seemed that the prey had taken the bait.

The man in the sweatshirt looked at me on the street, as if looking for me, and after a while, he also began to look left and right, as if he was puzzled.

I sneered secretly, Madan, labor and management are sitting near you!

The man in the sweatshirt looked at me for a while and walked towards me unconvincedly, he didn't notice me, probably he wanted to walk along the street for a while to see the situation.

The man in the sweatshirt gradually approached me, and I was ready to meet him. After a while, the man in the sweatshirt also came to me, and after he continued to take two steps forward, I threw away the newspaper in my hand and stepped forward to control him directly from behind.

Pedestrians next to him stepped out of the way, and many women screamed.

I pinned the sweatshirt man's hands behind him, and after controlling the wrists of his hands with my right hand, I also took out the pistol on my waist and shouted, "The police are handling the case!

"You're a ghost cop stepping on a horse!" the man in the sweatshirt was not honest, and immediately retorted to me.

But at this time, the pedestrians are more willing to believe me, one is me in a suit and a gun in his hand, the other is a man in a sweatshirt and a hood, who will the pedestrians choose?

"Be honest!" I put the muzzle of my gun against the back of the man in the sweatshirt, and the pedestrians had long since stayed away, for fear that they would be affected.

The man in the sweatshirt probably also felt the muzzle of the gun on his back, and suddenly became a lot more honest, so I escorted him and walked forward.

I escorted the man in the sweatshirt to the big head sticker machine not far in front, opened the door and pushed him in, I also entered in an instant, and closed the door with my backhand.

The sticker machine is still running, and it's playing some of the pop music that is played on the street.

The man in the sweatshirt who was pushed in was already standing in front of me at this time, how could I be polite to him, the pistol in my left hand was pointed at him, and my right hand stepped forward and pulled off his hood.

With the help of the light of the machine, I also saw the man's face clearly, and I saw that the man in the sweatshirt was an ordinary person, and he belonged to the person who could easily ignore him when walking on the street.

At this time, the man in the sweatshirt was looking at me coldly, as if he was not going to say a word.

"Who are you, and why are you following me?" I asked, raising my pistol impatiently.

"I'm just a passerby. The man in the sweatshirt stepped back unconsciously.

"Hurry up!" I deliberately picked the safety bolt so that the man in the sweatshirt in front of me could also hear the sound of the safety bolt.

The man in the sweatshirt closed his mouth tightly and swallowed.

I didn't want to waste more time with this sweatshirt man, so I fired a shot at the ground with the pistol, which caused a lot of sparks at the sweatshirt man's feet, and the sweatshirt man was also frightened by my sudden shooting.

"The next shot won't be on the hard floor...."I raised my pistol once, and this time I put the muzzle of the gun directly against the sweater's temple.

The man in the sweatshirt looked at the pistol against his head, and suddenly became nervous, and I can even see the beads of sweat on his forehead now.

"I'm really just a passerby. The man in the sweatshirt stammered a little.

I stepped forward and grabbed the man in the sweatshirt by the collar with my right hand, and I leaned in front of him and said viciously, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't care who you are." ”

The man in the sweatshirt licked his lips and said with an unnatural expression, "What do you want to know?"

"Who are you working for, and why are you following me?" I said, repeating my question.

"I am...."Speaking of this, the man in the sweatshirt obviously lowered his voice.

I frowned, a sense of danger in my heart, and I had just reacted before I could pull the trigger on my hand.