"Be careful! There are snipers! ”

The old detective's reaction was very fast, and while reminding Qin Ran loudly, the whole person rolled backwards in an extremely standard posture and hid in the dead corner of the window.

Then, the old detective saw Qin Ran standing still and didn't move.

“2567……”

Bang!

Crash!

The old detective subconsciously wanted to remind Qin Ran, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the sound of broken glass.

With a loud noise, a man was thrown straight in.

The old detective didn't even see how the other party got in, and the reason why he judged that he was 'thrown' in was because the other party was so miserable.

Not only was his face covered with glass slag and blood, but his limbs were also distorted to varying degrees.

But the old detective didn't pay much attention to this, and when he found a tattoo on the other person's neck, his attention was completely attracted.

"Do you know this tattoo?"

Qin Ran glanced at the five-pointed star tattoo and asked.

The pentagram in front of him is not a magic array, it is just a model of the tool, and there is no filling of arcane words, let alone a spell that activates.

"Hmm."

"Remember the Ford I just told you about?"

"It's his unique mark, and only members of his henchmen who are affiliated with him will be given the right to own this tattoo."

The old detective nodded solemnly.

"Did the friction start on Derin Street?"

Qin Ran muttered to himself in a low voice.

What the old detective had just said, with Qin Ran's memory, he naturally wouldn't forget it, but Qin Ran didn't expect that this sniper would come from there.

Originally, Qin Ran thought that the other party was just an ordinary revenge seeker who took advantage of the chaos to trouble the old detective.

But obviously, the other side has a more direct purpose.

And this is a good thing for Qin Ran, who already has a preliminary plan.

"It seems that the matter is more serious than you say."

Or......

"What you've done lately has made the 'big guy' who just took charge of Delin Street unhappy!"

"He's protesting to you!"

Qin Ran said.

"Humph!"

"It's not once or twice that such a protest has been made!"

"If I had been willing to accept such a protest, I would have retired a long time ago!"

The old detective walked to the phone as he spoke.

However, he was stopped by Qin Ran.

"Can you leave this to me?"

Qin Ran asked.

"Over to you?"

The old detective was stunned.

In his cognition, Qin Ran is not a helpful person, although he treats him very well, he should not be nosy.

Such an abnormality made the old detective become serious.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Or are you going to do something?"

The old detective stared at Qin Ran with his eyes.

A person like the old detective will never forget his kindness, but in the same way, he will not forget his duty.

Even, most of the time, the duty is still above the kindness.

It looks a little impersonal.

But it is precisely because of this that Qin Ran chooses to deal with the other party.

Because, the old detective really knows what can and can't be done.

The other party will not be moved by some small favors, nor will they be blinded by hatred.

When the other party faces anyone, he will insist on a very ridiculous bottom line in the eyes of others, but Qin Ran likes such a bottom line.

"Don't worry."

"I'm just curious why that guy is the one that changes in your mouth."

"And, I assure you, it won't affect anyone else."

Qin Ran said with a smile.

"I'm going to supervise the whole process."

The old inspector emphasized.

"No problem."

Qin Ran nodded with an unchanged smile.

……

Ford was covered in bandages and splints, and he climbed on the chair.

Quack, quack.

A crackling sound resounded in Ford's body

He bit a towel, trying not to make a sound, but the snort still sounded irrepressibly in his mouth.

On the head, which had no hair, the green tendons collapsed, and large drops of sweat kept overflowing and dripping, so that the five-pointed star tattoos on the other party's face became blurred.

This process lasted about ten minutes.

Ford's whole body was already wet with sweat, but the moment the crunch in his body stopped, Ford ripped off the towel in his mouth, rolled over and stood up from his chair.

In addition, the whole body is moved in a special posture.

Smack, smack!

Another sound came from Ford's body, but unlike the previous crisp sound, the sound in front of him was like fried beans, not only continuous, but also very dense.

In the continuous sound, Ford's body became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the already muscular body became strong in a few breaths, and even his height was one or two centimeters taller.

Feeling the power bursting from within his body, Ford squeezed his fist in satisfaction.

"Strength!"

"That's power!"

"I want more power!"

Ford roared, his face slightly hideous, and he didn't hesitate at all at the thought of the trader's command, turned around and walked out.

But as soon as he took a step, a warning of danger rose in Ford's heart.

That's the intuition he honed in the streets for many years.

Without thinking about it, Ford rolled towards the desk next to him, and pulled out the large-caliber pistol from his waist, and when he landed, the muzzle of the gun was already aimed in the direction that made him uneasy.

The whole process seems to be flowing smoothly under the physical fitness that Ford has gradually surpassed ordinary people.

But......

Where he aimed his gun, there was no one at all.

Only a clump of hair.

A clump of jet-black, thick, and extremely long hair.

Devil!

What I heard in the past and what I knew in the recent past had already made Ford understand what he was facing, and he ran towards the door while pulling the trigger with his fingers.

If it was a little while, Ford thought that even if he was a demon, he would not take it seriously.

But not now!

He's still too far away!

Quite self-aware Ford will turn around and run.

But he still underestimated the strength of the demon.

The bullets were scorching hot and fell into the hair, but that was it, and it didn't stop the hair from moving in the slightest.

Whoosh, whoosh!

In the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air, several strands of hair shot out of a large mass of hair, not only winding Ford, but also plugging Ford's mouth, so that the other party's shouts were all suppressed in his throat, and then, as if dragging a puppet, Ford was pulled out of the window.

By the time Ford's men rushed in because of the gunshots, they found nothing but broken windows.

The disappearance of the boss immediately caused Ford's men to panic and start a swarm search.

And in a car less than a kilometer away from Ford's base camp, Ford, who was captured by the 'hair demon', was glaring at the old detective.

Even if the mouth is gagged, there is a constant, muffled squeaking.

However, immediately, when the other party saw Qin Ran walking back slowly, the anger on his face was immediately replaced by horror.

This unexpected horror surprised Qin Ran.

Qin Ran glanced at the other party's expression, and after groaning slightly in his heart, he said slowly.

"You know me."

"Moreover, you and I are hostile."

"...... who are hostile to me here"

"Piercing Thorn?"