After days of heavy rain, the weather in Manchester City has gradually cooled.

In such an autumn season, the British people on the street added an extra trench coat to the thin and cool shirt of the original summer, and the same thing that the man who opened the door and walked into the coffee shop was wearing.

The man is dressed ordinarily, wearing a black trench coat and a pair of denim trousers, and is about the age of 30 and looks ordinary, and he should be the type that will quickly be submerged and not attract more attention when put on the street.

However, if someone pays attention to it or approaches it, they will immediately feel something different.

It may be said to be an aura.

A kind of cold aura that no one can enter.

Just like the indifferent look on the man's face, people can't help but shiver even if they just look at it, and subconsciously stay away, and the fear and vigilance that will unconsciously give birth to the scalp tingling in the bottom of their hearts, as if this man contains some kind of incomparably dangerous and terrifying cold aura.

So even if it's just a simple action of pushing the door in, after the man walks into the coffee shop, it seems that the temperature of the entire store has quietly dropped by several degrees.

There was even a guest sitting on the seat by the door who suddenly shivered, and subconsciously raised his collar-

This weather ......

It's really getting cold.

The man who walked into the store looked around coldly, and soon landed in the direction of the booth by the window not far away, and the light in his eyes flashed slightly, and he took another step towards the booth.

And at this time, No. 5 also saw the figure of an old friend who had not seen him for many years under the reminder of No. 1:

"It hasn't changed at all......"

Five sighed softly.

No. 1 shrugged: "It's still the same dead face, it's just a fight with the second guy." ”

But these words are easy not to be heard, and when the man walked to the front of the booth, No. 1 had already stood up naturally and calmly, and was ready to greet him with a warm smile:

"Hi my old friend, it's been a long time—"

Originally, he was going to have an affectionate hug, but before he finished speaking, he saw that the man had walked straight past No. 1, completely ignoring the former's warm greeting action, making No. 1's outstretched hands stop in mid-air with some embarrassment.

"Ahem...... I said that old friends don't have to be so cold when they meet, right? ”

Number One reluctantly withdrew his hand and looked at the man who had already walked to the seat across from the booth and sat down.

Bullet glanced at No. 1 coldly:

"I'm not your friend."

The tone is stiff and direct, without the slightest intention of giving face.

But then his gaze fell on Five, his expression softened slightly, and he nodded slightly at Five:

"Long time no see."

No. 5 smiled: "Well, it's been a few years, and it's a pleasure to see you again at Manchester City." ”

Bullet's gaze swept over Five's left hand on the table, as if noticing something, and his eyes narrowed:

"Engaged?"

No. 5 was slightly stunned, then reacted, smiled and cooperatively raised his left hand and gently shook it to show a diamond ring on his middle finger: "Yes, it's been a long time~"

Bullet's gaze swept to Number One next to Five:

"And him?"

Five smiled and nodded.

"Congratulations." Bullet nodded, then shook his head again, "It's a pity. ”

Obviously, it is still a cold tone, but in the last three words, people can clearly distinguish the sincere regret and regret.

No. 1 next to him couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth slightly: "Hey, okay, my fiancé is next to me, okay, give me some face." ”

However, there is no doubt that such protests were once again ignored by the Bullet.

Wait until all three are seated again.

The conversation finally turned back.

Bullet finally looked up at Number One for the first time:

"Where's the stuff?"

No more politeness, straight to the point.

Although the face and tone of this North American legend are still indifferent, as if there is no emotional change and fluctuation, it can still make people feel the urgent emotions that are being controlled and suppressed by the effort.

Number One laughed:

"Rest assured, I brought it."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to his fiancée beside him: "Xiao Wu? ”

No. 5 smiled and said "um", took out a mini laptop from the small bag he was carrying, and then took out a small mobile hard drive and plugged it in with a data cable, and handed it to his fiancé.

No. 1 took over the computer and hard drive, moved his fingers on the touch screen quickly and flexibly and clicked, and soon opened a video file into the playback interface, and then turned the screen of the laptop to the opposite Bullet:

"Come on."

"The first video, will you take a look at it first?"

In fact, there was no need to wait for No. 1 to finish speaking, Bullet had already pulled the laptop screen directly in front of him closer to him, and his eyes fell on the playback screen of the screen for the first time.

Number One and Number Five looked at each other tacitly, did not speak, and began to wait patiently.

The video is in the early 20s.

The screen shows a battle of passers-by in a qualifying match, and the recorder deliberately locked 90% of the camera perspective time on the first view interface of the blue side lower lane ADC Delevingne through the viewing system.

Bullet starts watching the recording.

A minute passes.

Three minutes passed.

In the video screen, the blue side ADC Delevingne made a strong attack in a downward lane, and directly completed a one-blood kill with the cooperation of his supporting teammate Hammerstone.

It's neat and neat, and there is no mud and water.

The expression on Bullet's face in front of the computer screen remained indifferent, and there was not even the slightest flicker in his eyes.

Five minutes.

Lower Ludlevin double-kills again.

Bullet still didn't respond.

Seven minutes.

The purple legion in the picture is linked to the lower lane in a wave of midfield, and with the upper single teleportation, a wave of five people on the lower lane is instantly formed to encircle and kill.

The blue ADC Delevingne suddenly bursts out in a desperate situation.

Move to dodge two key lethal control skills in succession.

A backhand E interrupts the opponent's jungler advance.

Cooperate with Hammerstone to forcibly kill the purple crispy ADC explorer at the first time.

Take the support Nami again.

Kill the top order again.

Flashed a strong chase and four kills to take away the jungler.

In the end, while his teammates assisted Hammerstone to die, he threw a cold spinning axe and threw out his shot, slashing and taking away the opposite midlaner.

The female voice of the system sounded "Penta-Kill", and the bullet in front of the computer screen finally let out a "mmmm".

The posture in front of the booth is still upright and has not changed at all.

It's just that the gaze in his eyes has become slightly sharper.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

More than twenty minutes passed silently, and when a video was played, ending with the victory of the Blue Legion and the full sixteen kills of Draven, the video player window popped up back to the desktop.

One, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow at Bullet with an inquiring gaze.

Bullet's face remained indifferent:

"What about the others?"

Number One laughed:

"That's a lot."

"If you're not tired, take your time."

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The update is sent.,There's a little work to be done in an emergency.,I'm not sure about the next chapter a little later.。