'Hell. ’

The ordinary young man only left this message, and the black car parked on the side of the street suddenly started and chased after the locomotive of the street robber, leaving only the dust and exhaust fumes covering half of the road.

"This kid is still dragging like this while driving."

The middle-aged man waved his arm, patted the dust that overflowed in front of him, and did not forget to sigh in an old-fashioned manner.

“”

But 'for one' to know that this is not a question that can be summed up in one sentence or not. Counting 'themselves', there are three groups of people who are going to pounce on that yard, put it down, and then use some 'ways' to make this guy not dare to do it again. The three cars parked on the side of the street are just in case, but the lower insurance factor is always unsettling.

But this street crime cannot be ignored. Because of the frequent occurrence of cases, the small amount of money, the difficulty of detection, and the almost impossible recovery of stolen money, the police have always been unable to solve such cases. This kind of robbery has a higher priority than the bloody weirdos who don't catch and won't get out of surveillance today—maybe one can pull out a stack.

But the other side can't sit idly by.

After shaking his head honestly, the middle-aged man borrowed a small gesture and put the walkie-talkie to his mouth:

"Hey, there's an emergency here, and car No. 2 is going to deal with it, what are you guys!?"

His voice suddenly rose a notch.

Then, he directly put down the walkie-talkie and shouted a warning to this side:

"Xiao Cheng! They got their hands dirty! ”

Hands-on?

Before Ye Luo could react, 'himself' directly let go of his steps and rushed towards the courtyard, and at the same time threw off the wrapped coat, revealing the stun gun in his hand.

"There's nothing to worry about, I can be alone with this kind of guy——!"

Before the confident voice could finish speaking, there was a cacophony of collision over the intercom.

"He has accomplices!!"

This time, the voice was no longer coming from the walkie-talkie, but was directly heard by the middle-aged man. Almost at the same time, the heavy wooden door at the entrance of the courtyard was smashed open, and a guy in a dark red leotard who seemed to be a member of his own team flew straight past 'himself' feet, wiped the ground and rolled several times, and hit the courtyard wall on the opposite side of the alley before stopping.

'Myself' only focused on this guy for a moment, and then turned to the muzzle of the gun, and the man with the back of the tiger that the muzzle was pointed at.

At least one meter nine tall, comparable to the arms and torso of an ape, with a pair of angry eyes like copper bells on his square face.

This man is definitely not a hero, otherwise there would be no need for so many people

When Ye Luo thought like this, 'himself' had already pulled the trigger.

The stun shot hit the target, but the next moment it hit the opponent's arm, the man viciously pulled it off.

"Who are you!?"

The man roared and pounced, but he only took two steps back, and then watched him be hit by several electric shock bombs from different directions, and then a tranquilizer bullet by the middle-aged man behind him, and finally collapsed on the dirt road a few steps away from him.

"It's done here!"

In the courtyard, two members of their own team, who were a little blue and swollen, also pressed their mouths and were gagged, and the target who was constantly struggling, that is, the bloody weirdos, reluctantly walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

This should be the benefit of the so-called 'prudence': if it is not equipped with a ranged weapon, everyone present will probably not be able to take down this strong man.

"Hell, what's this guy's way to come from"

'Myself' muttered to himself, guarding the direction behind him as his companions lifted the two of them into the van. Those civilians who were still in their leisure routine a moment ago had already been frightened by the men in tights who broke through the door, the fierce strong men, and the continuous firing of firearms.

In recent years, there has not been a smartphone in everyone's hands, and there is no onlooker who has put the danger out of the way.

"What are you guys trying to do, we're not the police! How could such a big arrest operation bring people back! And Peter Pan, why haven't the two of them come back yet? ”

"Shut up, cowards who will only do something good. You're not qualified to make irresponsible comments here, be careful with me. ”

'Himself' seems to have become accustomed to this kind of quarrel, and just walks straight between the members who have just participated in the action and the members who have appeared out of nowhere.

This is still the same compound from which we set off, but it is now 'overcrowded'. The members of the action who had set out from here before, the members of the action who had come to support from other districts and then retreated here, and the members of their own side who seemed to have just finished their charity-related activities, were huddled in this small courtyard to communicate, settle, and argue, adding several times the level of chaos here.

'I' was already oblivious to all this, and just walked into the side room, and then walked down the ladder in the corner of the room.

Different from the restlessness and hustle and bustle on the ground, this unexpectedly wide underground space contains a complete coldness.

This coldness comes from all kinds of weapons that are classified, displayed and well-maintained.

Not to mention stun guns and **, blunt weapons of all kinds are also a matter of course, and even knives and homemade/smuggled firearms seized from criminals are piled up here. Those that could not be used have been destroyed, but those that still have value are still displayed here, better maintained than they were when they were in the hands of their original owners.

As if as a matter of routine, 'self' put the stun gun back in place – the slinger is your own weapon – and keep a record of its use.

Following Butterfly Shadow's perspective, Ye Luo could catch a glimpse of how many weapons were displayed in this underground space with a total space of more than 100 square meters. If only force is used regardless of good or evil, armed hero organizations can even overwhelm official organizations.

The reason why the hero organization finally disappeared is also related to this

"If you wake up and lie in bed, you won't have anything to eat"

Suddenly, a faint female voice was heard in my ears.

No, this is an arsenal, how can there be women talking in their own ears?

Ahh

The experience was too extraordinary, so Ye Luo overlooked one thing: it was a dream. Even if it's real, even real, it's a dream.

Weakness in the limbs, dry mouth, and dull pain in the head.

Because he actually 'experienced' an action in his dream, Ye Luo found that he couldn't remember what he was doing before he fell asleep.

"Ah, it looks so bad. Sure enough, the hangover had a great impact on Rongzi, and his face was haggard, but after only drinking two glasses of wine, he couldn't say that he was a hangover, and the alcohol was not enough."

Turning his vision back from the unfamiliar ceiling, there was Xiyu talking to himself.

Ye Luo instantly remembered what had happened.

"You actually poured me wine, you damn girl——!"