"How do you do that...... How did you...... How...... How did you do it?" Xuan Lin couldn't believe his eyes, in the video at the elevator entrance, he stared at Lao Hang's hand the whole time, although someone blocked his body for a few seconds in the middle, he didn't see it, but his arm didn't move. It can be said that he was not seen to make a move at all.

Not to mention the video at the elevator entrance, just how did he put these things in the black bag just now?

Not only did Xuan Lin not believe his eyes, even Gu Miqing, who recruited Lao Hang in, was shocked, Qi Shushu looked at Lao Hang, Lao Hang was left in the back closest to the window, squinted at Yan Jiucheng who was sitting next to him, and then looked at Xuan Lin with an unbelievable face, too lazy to look at Gu Miqing's girl.

He raised his brow, stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair, and a lot of dandruff fell from his hair, flying in the air, and the sun shone through, which was extremely obvious. grinning, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are very noticeable.

How?

Stealing this craft is not a glorious thing. But all craftsmanship is nothing more than four steps: first Mu Monkey and crown, see how others do it, you will learn how to do it, but you can't do it well.

During the period of Mu Monkey and the crown, Lao Hang was caught and beaten several times, but fortunately, he was young at that time and was not sent to the bureau.

After that, Handan toddler.

Handan's toddler stage is much better than Mu Monkey and crown technology, at least it will not be funny or have big flaws, it can be regarded as entering the door of this industry, and the old hanger in this period is tired of haunting on the bus and near the train station.

He is talented, although it is a shameful thief, but in his heart, in terms of this aspect of technology, Lao Hang is indeed talented. Soon, every time he made his gains envious and jealous, he entered the third stage: following suit.

So far, it has taken more than ten years for the old hanger.

Until he was imprisoned, it came to an abrupt end.

How?

A glass of bitter old wine of the years, practiced.

Shameful, unable to raise his head, smeared the old hanger When this mysterious organization came to the door, he didn't sleep all night, smoked three packs of cigarettes, and his mouth was foaming.

"It's going to be life-threatening, are you willing?"

"That's right. The old hanger put on a somewhat embarrassed look.

"There will be no name in history, no one will know all this, are you willing?"

"Huh?" the old hanger frowned, Erlang's legs were shaking, and he was ruffian.

The old hanger, who has been in society for many years, made a request: "Give me money? I have to leave some money for my mother." ”

Money is not important to Lao Hang, the important thing is the old mother in the family, if the old mother has some money after death, the neighbors in the village who laugh at his family for being a thief may be kind in their words.

"Yes. ”

After hearing this, Lao Hang's heart trembled. He didn't ask to erase the record that he had been a thief, he was a thief, he just did something wrong, the old man was wrong is wrong, and he must stand up when he is beaten.

The old mother is rich and becomes a hero herself, even if others don't know about it?

When the old mother dies and dies, the gods in heaven will tell her that her son is finally on the right path.

Lao Hang, who seemed to be crying for money, but actually cried excitedly all night, nodded his head after receiving an affirmative answer. Carrying the bitterness of the first half of his life, drinking the bitter old wine given to him by the years, he embarked on the right path that seemed to others to be full of blood, but in his eyes it was full of sunshine.

No one knows, only God knows, a rough man in his thirties cried all night. With red and swollen eyes, hiding his face and crying with shame, Lao Hang understood the disgrace of the first half of his life.

What is even more clear is that such a low-level spurned person will usher in the second half of his life.

You actually chose a person like me to be a hero?! You actually picked a thief like me that everyone shouted at and beat to be a hero?!

The old hanger's hand holding the cigarette shook violently, crying like the most pretentious girl in the next village with a big butt and big breasts and a loud voice.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The dangerous road ahead is long, you hang the uncle!

"Hey, what's so awesome? It's just a shameful skill to eat before. The old hanger was quite proud, waved his hand, and said no more, he is not the kind of girl who will cry, he is a tough guy. How do others know that he has cried all night, and those are all gone, all of them are gone.

Lao Hang turned his head to look out of the window, the first car was in front, and he happened to see the group of people he had stolen.

Lao Hang couldn't help but laugh, a smile from the bottom of his heart.

In the past, when he stole other people's things, he would laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh insolently, knowing that it was dishonorable, and laughing was just laughing at himself for having something to eat. But now, his smile was so presumptuous.

The sun shone down on his bronzed face and into the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"A bunch of fools, get out of the car after a while, take advantage of their lack of things, and serve them in a pot. ”

Lao Hang smiled, spat into his hand, wiped it away, and the sun shone on his hand, shining: "No weapons, look at what kind of birds you chickens play." ”

The old hanger is uneducated and vulgar.

It's that rough.

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"Strange, where's my stuff?" a middle-aged man in blue fumbled his pocket with some horror, and then turned the entire pocket of his clothes out in a hurry. He was a white man, and when he found out that something was missing, his face became as red as if he had been beaten and swollen.

"You're not mistaken?!This can be lost?!" a man in a plaid shirt sitting next to him frowned, his voice very low, but full of majesty. Red is dead, and according to his ability, the shirt man is the most capable of these people, and he is the leader of course.

The new official takes office with three fires, and it is the same everywhere in the world.

"I ......" The middle-aged man in blue stretched out his hand and touched the pocket of his jacket again, then his face turned pale and bounced up from his seat.

"What's wrong again?!" the plaid shirt man reached out and pressed him down and onto his seat.

The man in blue took off his coat and stretched it out, and when several people looked at it, they saw that there was a crack under the pocket.

"The weapon was stolen. His voice trembled, and he struggled to remember, but he couldn't remember the touch of a cut in his pocket, which made a killer creep. If something in the trouser pocket accidentally fell off, it would be understandable, but there was actually a person who cut his jacket and took away his weapon, and he didn't know it?!

The plaid shirt man's face changed greatly, and he stretched out his hand and touched the pocket of his clothes, and when he touched it, a long hard thing was still there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a voice recorder, the most common brand used by journalists, but it was actually his main offensive weapon, which could fire three bullets and psychedelic poisons, and the most important things were placed in the innermost and not lost.

"Mine is still there, what about yours?" he asked.

Several others began to touch their bodies.

After a few seconds, their faces turned pale.

"You've all lost it?!" the leader took out a voice recorder from his pocket and scolded: "A bunch of useless things, fortunately, there are spare ones in the bag, think about where you lost them, who approached you." ”

When he took it out and looked at it, he was dumbfounded.

The voice recorder is still a voice recorder, it is still this brand, it is this model. However, it is not a weapon, it is just a voice recorder.

He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly opened the bag and began to look for it to see if he had misplaced it. As soon as the bag was opened, the weapon inside was gone. Voice recorders, pens, coins, and three electric toothbrushes. These are covert weapons.

It's all gone.

It was replaced with two bottles of beer.

In an instant, the group panicked.

The dragons are already leaderless, and even the weapons are gone, so it's impossible not to panic. In the wars of the ages, how many of the armies that have been brought to the arsenal and burned the granary can win the battle?

"Request for support, quick, quick, organize a quick delivery of weapons!" the plaid shirt man's voice was very low, and he commanded one of his companions with a notebook at great speed.

This companion wears thick glasses, he is a master hacker, and he has fought against Xuanlin, and he is on par with the top heroes.

At this time, crying and mourning.

I pulled out my wet notebook from my bag.

The plaid shirt man's face darkened, and he quickly pressed a panic button on the bag: "Don't panic, the spare weapon will be delivered in a while." As soon as we got out of the car, it should have been the driver next to Reporter Yan, who approached us at the elevator entrance, and he was the only one who approached us at the elevator entrance. ”

In the end, he is experienced, although Lao Hang's technique is extremely fast and he does not feel the slightest, but the stay at the elevator entrance is easy to make people suspect him.

"As soon as I got out of the car, I him first. ”

Several men bent down at the same time, ready to draw their spare weapons from under their shoes.

Although most of the weapons were stolen, but not all, so many people surrounded and suppressed one person, and sometimes there was no need for weapons at all. What's more, Lao Hang is so bold that he comes up and steals it directly.

The identity was exposed, and the identity of Yan Jiucheng and his party was also exposed.

The theft of the weapons that made these killers lose face instantly ignited their desire for revenge, which was so urgent, so urgent that they only felt that the international correspondent station was so far away.

I can't wait to get out of the car in the next second and him directly!

The way to contact the organization is not just through a notebook, they also have a device to contact the organization directly with them. In addition, compared with Yan Jiucheng and them, the more convenient and advantageous aspect of the killer organization is in the war zone: several major black organizations in the war zone are partnerships.

When you get to the war zone, what more spy weapons do you need?

Shoot it and kill it!

Not only that, but you can also contact the black organization and pretend to have a cover for the two sides, how convenient it is.

"Fuck. The man in the plaid shirt looked out the window, the car was just cornering, and he could see the old crane sitting in the window, although it was blocked by the building in a flash, but it was enough to make him gnash his teeth.

In front of us, there is the International Correspondents' Station.

A few people sharpened their knives.

Losing a weapon is a great shame in the killer world. What's more, at the same time, so many people are lost, and a few people will be directly kicked out of the organization, not to mention that they have no face.

This revenge is not avenged?

No way!

The first target after getting off the bus: the old crane.