"Hey, you have the skill to distinguish the type of film, you might as well think about how to die!" the system teased.

"Die to your sister! Lao Tzu is the king of thousands of years and the turtle of 80,000 years!"

"Speaking of which, aren't they all cuckolds, what's the difference?" the system's words made Zhou Xing dumbfounded.

After a few words with this thing, Zhou Xing calmed down a lot. Count, people die in the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!

is bored in Zhou Xing to go in and send people's heads... No, when the gun was delivered, a middle-aged man in leather clothes poked his head out and asked suspiciously, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged leather-clad man's eyes were like two X-rays, vigilantly scanning Zhou Xing's body back and forth.

Zhou Xing was startled by the sudden appearance of the head. "Send... Delivery. He was so nervous that his voice was hoarse.

"Come in. The leather-clad man shrank back again. "Oh," Zhou Xing cautiously walked into room 7.

There were four leather-clad men in the room, surrounding Zhou Xingtuan in the middle. Except for the bald policeman, the other three leather-clad men were all on guard. The bald dramatist's eyes were a little strange, but Zhou Xing couldn't translate it.

"Tomato egg rice, twenty-five and a half pieces, thank you!" Zhou Xing said calmly.

One of them, a leather-clad man with thick hair and who looked like the boss, saw that Zhou Xing's expression was calm and not as if he was cheating, so he turned his head and asked a few people around him, "Which of you ordered takeout?"

His eyes were fixed on the bald policeman. The latter shrugged, "I haven't booked it yet!"

Ma Dan, Lao Tzu knows that you didn't order, the problem is that if Lao Tzu doesn't come again, you will die. And then I will be honored to be buried with honor!

Zhou Xing glanced at a few people suspiciously, and took out an order from his trouser pocket. "Is this No. 1?"

As soon as he said this, the bald policeman let out a sigh of relief. He was a little lucky, fortunately this kid was adaptable, otherwise he would have to go through the gang.

"I'll take a look!" The bandit boss took the list in Zhou Xing's hand, and the word "1" on it was extremely thick.

"You're in the wrong place! You need a snack to deliver food!" the bald policeman smiled at the three leather-clad men, "These food delivery guys are so outrageous!"

Zhou Xing understood in seconds, he turned around with the basket and was about to go out. As long as you step out of this threshold, Lao Tzu will be safe. Unfortunately, it backfired.

"Forget it, don't you want tomato and egg rice? The bandit boss grabbed Zhou Xing, "Can you give it to us?"

Shet: I'm really afraid of something. This boss is too. Okay, if you let me out, won't it be over!

Zhou Xing had no choice but to turn around, "It's okay, twenty-five and a half yuan!"

The situation is stronger than people, and he doesn't dare to say a word at all, after all, the blood of the short-lived ghost in front of him is still on the wall.

"Hey, it's someone else's, isn't it?" interrupted the bald cop. He glanced at Zhou Xing and motioned for him to get out.

Zhou Xing pretended not to understand. It's not you who is in control of the situation now, big brother!

"What's the matter, I just say okay!" said the bandit boss domineeringly by hitting the hand of the bald policeman who stopped him.

However, he did not pay for it immediately. Zhou Xing is not good to leave immediately.

"Tomato omelette, huh?"

The action of the bandit boss made the bald policeman and Zhou Xing scatter. I saw him take out the tomato rice from the basket and look at it carefully for a while.

"Just let me see what is delicious about the tomato egg rice that you have never forgotten?"

"Don't!" Zhou Xing almost shouted when he saw that he was about to open the food box. The bald policeman was even faster, he gently squeezed the hand of the bandit boss and said, "Isn't tomato and egg rice just tomatoes and eggs, what's there to see!"

"Other people's tomato omeletella only has tomatoes and eggs, but will your tomato omeletif have more condiments?"

The gangster boss stared at the bald policeman's eyes. The latter smiled unnaturally, "Since it's tomato egg rice, it should be about the same, right?"

At this point, he was no longer good at preventing the leather-clad bandits from peeking into the secrets inside the food box.

Xie Te, something must be done, otherwise he and the bald drama will die! Zhou Xing's mind was full of thoughts.

"The two eldest brothers, let the younger brother dare to interject. Zhou Xing looked cautious, "Can you pay the money first!"

Only then did the bandit boss stop exploring the secrets in the food box, he handed the food box to the yellow-haired Azhu beside him, took out the money from his arms and handed it to Zhou Xing.

The bald policeman gave Zhou Xing an appreciative look. This kid himself was not mistaken, he was really clever.

Zhou Xing took the money and politely said thank you. At this time, the cold sweat on his back had dried several times.

He had just walked to the door, and before he had time to rejoice, suddenly a surprise came from behind him, "Boss, what do you think this is?"

Zhou Xing couldn't help but look back. I saw a yellow-haired, bloodsucking expensive Ah Zhu, holding a bugging device in his hand.

There were also rice grains and eggs on the bugs. At first glance, you can tell that it was taken out of the food box. He placed the food box on the coffee table in the middle of the room, and the lid was opened. Damn, it's a failure!

Your sister, you can't walk if you want to! Zhou Xing wasn't sure whether his legs were fast or the guns of the leather-clad bandits were fast, so he could only pretend to be puzzled and stand at the door.

The bald policeman was about to speak, when a "bang" gunshot, and he was hit with a bloody hole in the upper abdomen.

Although Zhou Xing had expected his ending, he was still a little confused when the gun rang out.

The bald policeman covered his wound and struggled to lie down on the sofa, looking at the blood that kept oozing from between his fingers, his face was full of helplessness, unwillingness, and shock.

"How did this happen?" he asked, pretending to be puzzled.

"You want to harm me?!" the bandit boss picked up the bugging device, his expression terrifying.

The bald policeman suddenly remembered what Zhou Xing asked him, and knew that he had indeed been a goof.

With all his strength, he pounced and pulled out the Glock pistol from the food box on the coffee table.

Before he could aim and shoot, the bandit boss shot him in the stomach again. At this point, the bald policeman completely lost the ability to resist, and the pistol fell behind the sofa.

Damn, Lao Tzu fought with you! Zhou Xing rushed to the back of the sofa at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

The bandit boss also turned his gun and shot at him one after another. In the original plot, the bandit Lao Lian fired three shots, and Yin Tianqiu was unscathed. If it's not that the bandit boss's marksmanship is too watery, it's that Yin Tianqiu's protagonist aura is too powerful.

Obviously, the bandit boss's marksmanship was okay, and he fired three shots at Zhou Xing, who was moving at high speed, two of them missed, and one shot hit Zhou Xing in the abdomen.

Fortunately, there were body armor guards, and Zhou Xing only felt that he had been hit hard in the abdomen. At this time, he didn't care about the pain, threw himself on the ground, picked up the Glock pistol, and before he had time to aim, he pulled the trigger in the direction of the bandits.

At this time, the bandit boss was holding a pistol and was about to return fire, and the other two bandits were already armed with submachine guns and AK rifles.

Once the submachine gun and rifle were fired, Zhou Xing, even if he was wearing body armor, could not escape the fate of being beaten into a sieve.

Zhou Xing pulled the trigger tightly, and the Glock pistol danced lightly in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun spewed bright flames. Bullets of revenge erupted from the muzzle of the gun.

The "first blood!" system didn't know which nerve had a stroke, and even played LOL's music effects in Zhou Xing's mind.

Hearing the nonsensical reminder of blood, Zhou Xing was slightly distracted and happy in his heart.

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