Chen Ming's luck is good, this group of migrant brothers comes from a large construction site of an office building. According to a rough estimate, the number of people working at the same time is as high as thousands.

Quietly followed in, took a hard hat from the supervision office at the door, put the suitcase in his field of vision, and followed it for an afternoon.

When the workers left the construction site for dinner in the evening, they followed them all the way.

After an afternoon of hard work, Chen Ming now looks like an ordinary migrant worker from the outside. Dusty clothes, hair and face, all stained with a little white latex paint.

Chen Ming stood on the side of the street, feeling a little lost.

He didn't know where he was going or what to do. Yuan Lang's text message said in a daze, but he just knew that this was a special forces assessment exercise similar to that in the TV series.

But when it will end is not known, and his mission is not known.

Perhaps, on that mobile phone, there will be a follow-up task?

Chen Ming suddenly regretted it a little.

He seemed to suddenly understand what Yuan Lang had said. Have you ever really experienced the adversity of being alone?

Isn't that what you are now?

Looking at the lights slowly lit up in the buildings in the distance. The streets were rushing to and fro, all kinds of people. Chen Ming came back to his senses.

After all, life is like an RPG that can't be saved, and different choices will bring different results. If you don't discard your phone, you may be able to receive the next task now, but you may also be arrested directly by someone following the location.

Although there is no danger of being caught, Chen Ming does not want to lose.

Thinking of the eyes of Lao A's comrades-in-arms when he parted, Chen Ming wanted to use the good results of this acting to say goodbye to Lao A.

Hey, think about what you don't have.

Chen Ming shook his head, maybe people who study art always have an extra active brain. Let's think about how to solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Except for having breakfast in Brigade A before departure in the morning, it can be said that I haven't eaten a drop of water until now. The Five Organs Temple has been in revolt for a long time.

Fortunately, there is still 68 yuan, and in this year, there is no problem with eating for three days.

Chen Ming rubbed a few sheets of Grandpa Mao in his trouser pocket with one hand, well.... Well? How do you feel, it feels a little wrong.

Chen Ming stopped, took out the banknote, raised it above his head, and looked at it carefully with the help of the light of the street lamp.

Fake, fake, still fake. Three 20 yuan, one 5 yuan, and three 1 yuan notes are all fake.

I lost my mother! Old A, count yourself ruthless!

Chen Ming couldn't help but scold his mother. If you really make counterfeit money, no one will even fake a dollar, and the black-faced stall owner, the cliff is disguised by Lao A's people.

It seems that the disguise of his migrant workers must have been known by Yuan Lang. It's a shame that I'm still stupid to move bricks at the construction site for an afternoon for the sake of natural camouflage.

Silly, really stupid.

Chen Ming suspects that he is now a second fool, and he is being played by Lao A.

Looking at the streets now, there are significantly more police cars. Chen Ming secretly sighed.

Fortunately, I realized the problem in time, and it was dinner time, and a large number of migrant workers poured out at the construction site to confuse their vision. If it's a little later, I'll still be wandering around the street like this, and I'll finish my calf.

"Smack~"

Just as I was thinking about it, someone suddenly hit me on the back of the head.

Chen Ming turned his head suspiciously, the attacker was a man with dyed green hair. Well, not only is it non-mainstream, but this face is also special.

"You want to run after beating my brother?"

The person who came pushed Chen Ming and said without waiting for Chen Ming to speak.

Why did I hit your brother? I'm afraid this person has a problem with his brain?

"Hey, what do you have to say, your brother definitely wasn't beaten by me. I warn you not to do it. ”

Chen Ming shouted as he stepped back, if it is not necessary, try not to attract any attention at this time.

I don't know that this killer Matt kept repeating the same words in his mouth, and he was pushing and shoving in his hands.

The clay man also has three points of fire, not to mention being deliberately found fault. There is no need to endure it.

Chen Ming reached out and grabbed Matt's wrist.

"I warn you not to do it, what's the ...... Damn?! ”

Seeing Chen Ming grabbing his wrist, a weird smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Kill Matt's mouth. The other hand suddenly pulled out a blood bag from his pocket and smashed it directly on his head. The body also fell backwards.

The moment he saw the blood pack, Chen Ming decisively turned around and ran. I finally remembered that this special killing Matt was the one I had seen once when I first arrived at Lao A's report, the captain on the horse's face on duty.

"Bang~" standard backwards, absolute pacesetter level.

It was quite strong. The Oscar statuette is for you.

Voices are heard behind you, and the siren that follows.

"Yuan Lang of the grass you cute (M)!"

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"We've called 120, comrade, are you alright? Hold on a little longer. ”

"Eh, comrade, you?"

The police car stopped as it passed by the horse, and a policeman got out of the car and ran towards the fallen horse, but the person did not get close. Lying on the ground, the horse's face covered with blood suddenly jumped up, and showed a smile to the police comrades who thought they were kind.

As everyone knows, his smile, combined with the bright red on his face, and a long horse face, almost didn't scare the police comrades. Fortunately, I showed my documents in time and explained the situation clearly.

"Hey, Captain. The porcelain was successfully touched, and the person now ran in the direction of Hunan Road. ”

Waving goodbye to the police comrades, Ma Yan took out the towel he had prepared in his pocket and wiped off the paint on his head. Then he took out his phone.

"There was a police car catching up. Rest assured. ”

"By the way, this kid said..."

"Grass, you cute."

In a private house in the city, Yuan Lang hung up the phone with a smile.

It is normal to scold the mother, and being able to scold it shows that this kid doesn't really hate them in his heart. Although, he now feels that doing this is a bit lacking in morality.

"Look at what, hurry up and get to work. Notify the police in the direction of Hunan Road and increase the police force. This kid has no money in his hand, and he can't run far because he hasn't eaten for a day. ”

Looking at the simple command center in the private house, a group of internal soldiers looked at him with the eyes of animals, Yuan Lang's face turned dark.