Why do I say that, because the scene in front of me is not what I imagined. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I saw a man put down the seat of the cab and leaned on it to play a game, what was he playing? I can answer you unequivocally: cut the fruit.

And this kind of mentally retarded game, he played it vividly, almost mobilized the strength of his whole body to his wrist, and twice he actually hit his head on the roof of the car.

While playing the game intently, the man kept muttering, this grand "car shock" seemed to be due to him.

I shook my head helplessly, this buddy is even more strange than Brother Pony.

Look at the co-pilot again, there is a woman lying quietly half-lying, the woman is curled up with her legs, covered with a coat, she can't see the specific appearance, but she should be quite slender, I don't know if she is asleep or has a good personality, she can actually tolerate such a boring behavior of a man.

I raised my hand and was about to knock on the glass of the car door when the man opened the cab door without warning and kicked at me with a cold kick.

Caught off guard, I spun around the car, trying to dodge the man's attack, and at the same time slandered in my heart: Paralyzed, isn't it just a peek at you playing a game, as for such violence?

According to my prediction, I was able to dodge his kick unscathed, after all, my buddy is fighting with a ghost every once in a while, and both the reaction speed and flexibility are not comparable to ordinary people, but the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

Even though I spun in a circle, I still hit him firmly, and his kick was very strong, and it kicked directly on my stomach, and I was kicked by him in all directions, and before I could stand up, he came over with an arrow and stomped on my chest with a big foot.

"Hero, be merciful, I'm not a bad person!" I can't stop crying, your sister, dare to meet a practitioner, no wonder you dare to come to this wilderness in the middle of the night.

"Hmph, sneaky, dare to say that you're not a bad person? Do you have a 'good person certificate' issued by the state? The man looked at me condescendingly and asked, I couldn't see his face at all because I had just stared twice at his shiny phone screen, but why was the sound so familiar?

"Heroes, don't kid, I'm really a good person, I'm a police officer." I can't laugh or cry, if there are good people to testify, will there be bad people in the world? Of course, before I do that, I just want to ask: what does it mean to be a good person? What is a bad guy?

Some people may answer that those who kill people are bad people, then I can tell you unequivocally that no matter those great men or apocryphal heroes in the history books, they have human lives in their hands, and there is more than one. You say that Guan Yu is not a hero, when you think of Guan Yu, the first thing that comes to mind is to kill six generals after five levels, and six lives when you come up; Zhuge Liang is not a hero? How many people died just by burning the vine armor army? Therefore, there is such a saying: Killing one is a thief, slaughtering ten thousand is a male, and slaughtering nine million is a male among males. Everything is relative, but there is no absolute.

But the guy in front of him was definitely a tendon, and he sneered: "You said you are a policeman, what proof do you have?" ”

"Of course, I have a police ID." I say.

"Where?"

"In my bag." I pointed to the bag that had just been taken off and was lying quietly not far from me.

"Hmph, boy, do you want to play tricks on me? You're still a little tender! "The strength of a tendon has increased a point.

I was trampled on by him, and now it was autumn, and the bridge deck was very cold and cold, even if I drank a lot of wine, I felt a chill from my back.

It would have been a simple thing, as long as he used to rummage through my bag twice and he could dig out my papers, but this guy didn't move, as if he thought I was a bad person, and he was still complacent about his cleverness, because I felt him stepping on the soles of my feet rhythmically tapping.

"I'm really a cop!" How dare people not bow their heads under the low eaves, I explained to him again.

"Then you take a gun and take a look." He said without thinking.

Damn, I found out that this thing is not only a tendon, but also a little two, if I have a fucking gun, can you still step on me?

"I repeat, I'm not a bad person, you open it for me!" I said a word to the cow playing the piano, and imperceptibly touched a stone and held it in my hand.

"Oh, I'll go, obviously you peeked at me first, you're still in a hurry, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's good mood today, I would have tied you to the railing of the bridge......"

Before he could finish his words, I raised my hand, and the stone hit his head impartially, and I heard a "thump".

"Oops!" As soon as he covered his head, I grabbed him with one hand and stepped on my foot, and with the other elbow slammed his other heel, and he fell backwards on his feet.

At this time, my desperate scissor feet that I have practiced for many years came in handy, I clamped my legs hard, clamped his neck tightly, he broke my feet with both hands, and I also broke his feet with both hands, and for a while, we were deadlocked and torn together.

"Second goods, will you let go?" His legs wrapped around my neck and made it difficult for me to breathe.

"Who are you scolding?" He asked, panting, and I could tell that he was no better than me.

"What about scolding you, what can you do?" I asked, and at the same time played a little hard under my hand, twisting his thigh hard.

"Oh, you turtle grandson, how do you screw people, don't blame me for being ruthless if you don't play according to the routine!" This thing sucked in pain and shouted at me.

This is called a cool in my heart, I think this guy is very funny, this is Chiguoguo's realistic fight, and it is not a film and television work, where did so many routines come from? Winning is king!

But the next second I found out that I was wrong, this guy actually took off my shoes, not too smelly in the center of my feet scratched, laughing so much that I leaned forward and back, the whole body was tense and discharged, I said in my heart that after playing, I didn't calculate that this old boy would use this trick, to say that I Yuan Luo is also a man who is not afraid of hardship and pain, but he is only afraid of scratching and itching.

I was tickled by him and laughed until I had no strength to finish, but apparently this guy finally couldn't stand my "gas bomb" and ran to the side to retch.

"What are you doing?" Just as we were both incapacitated, the door opened, and the girl who was curled up sleeping in the co-pilot stepped down in her coat.

After she came down, she found me, and before I could see her clearly, the mobile phone in her hand suddenly shot out a light, which illuminated me so that I couldn't open my eyes, and the girl lost her voice and said, "Yuan Tianshi? ”