At night on the outskirts of Kyoto, it is very quiet, and only the streetlights on the side of the street silently illuminate the avenue, giving it an oppressive atmosphere. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you walk down the street, you will be surprised to find a dark shadow, as sharp as a monkey, constantly shuttling back and forth.

The black shadow is Zhou Haobin, although he can walk on the street openly, even if there is a surveillance capture, Xiaofan can be easily erased. But in order to experience the feeling of being a thief, Zhou Haobin had to sneak forward.

Not long after, Zhou Haobin came to the door of a community, the gate was locked and unguarded. Inside the community, it was pitch black, there was no light, and the lights seemed to be doing things for Zhou Haobin's convenience, and they didn't want to work normally, probably they couldn't see it.

After going around the community, Zhou Haobin finally found the house that Xiaofan said had just been completed. Judging from the appearance of the house, it is quite Chinese style, giving people a simple feeling, no wonder the real estate industry of the fallen family has endured for a long time, and it is indeed capable.

When Zhou Haobin was amazed, he opened the anti-theft system at the door and walked in.

At the same time, a person passed by the community, and he frowned slightly when he saw that the gate of the community had been opened. In the middle of the night, could it be the daily patrol of the workers who built the building in the middle of the night?

He glanced at his mobile phone, and at about two o'clock in the evening, he looked at the temporary house next door where the workers were resting, and there was no light.

Xiao Fan noticed that someone was nearby, and hurriedly said, "Haobin, the fallen prisoner noticed that someone had entered the community. ”

"Fallen prisoner?" Zhou Haobin was stunned, what did he do here without sleeping in the middle of the night?

Unbeknownst to Zhou, the fallen prisoners would inspect the surrounding houses every night to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

Not only in Kyoto, but also in other places, there is at least one person patrolling at night.

"Do you want to blame him for the collapse of the house?" Xiao Fan asked.

Zhou Haobin thought for a while and shook his head: "Don't, the purpose of our blowing up of the house is to tell the masses that this is a tofu scum project." If you blame the fallen angels, it will not have such an effect. ”

While the two were talking, the fallen prisoner turned on his flashlight and walked around the neighborhood. He saw neither the workers nor the light.

For no reason, the fallen prisoner felt a very bad premonition and hurriedly walked into the surveillance room to check the video.

However, in the video, the fallen prisoner is seen with no one but himself.

"Am I mistaken?" The fallen prisoner thought to himself. Immediately, he laughed at himself, closed the door and left, thinking that he had recently been frightened by Zhang San and went insane.

On the other side, Zhou Haobin, who quietly closed the security door, began to plant the bomb according to the position Xiao Fan said.

Since the house itself is a tofu scum project, it doesn't take much power to bomb to blow up the entire building, and Zhou Haobin installed it in three or two clicks.

After confirming that the fallen prisoner had left the community, Zhou Haobin dared to open the security door, walked not far away, and stared at the building where the bomb had been installed.

With a slight smile, Zhou Haobin pressed the detonator in his hand.

Like the sound of firecrackers exploding with the lid of a pot, the whole building turned into a floor of bricks and powder in a moment, and even the houses on the side were not spared.

After the deed was completed, Zhou Haobin slipped out of the community in the blink of an eye and disappeared.

The workers resting next door heard a muffled sound, got up suddenly, and rushed to the community at a rocket-like speed. When they saw the building turned into a pile of bricks, they were dumbfounded.

The foreman was shocked, and in his anxiety, he screamed and fled quickly. He wants to escape, the farther away he is, as long as he doesn't get caught by the fallen family, everything is easy to say.

He didn't know that the collapse of the building was caused by Zhou Haobin's so-called bombing, thinking that he had cut corners.

As for his family, they have called and asked them to leave their hometown overnight.

The rest of the workers, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and tell the boss!" One of them shouted.

"You're stupid, the boss's phone number is only known to the contractor, where can we find it now?"

"I have, I have! 157****2606。 Said one of the youngest-looking workers, only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Huh? I don't think I've seen this kid before. An old worker muttered, but the matter was urgent, and he couldn't take care of much.

While the workers were all on the phone, the little worker who had just answered the phone quietly left the crowd and grinned: "Fallen prisoner, I can only help you here." ”

The depraved prisoner who had not yet arrived home couldn't help but be slightly angry when he saw a strange call, which bastard guy was looking for him in the middle of the night.

If it's a so-called pyramid scheme, he must follow the number to find out the person and treat him well.

Thinking of the fear of dominating others, the fallen prisoner's heart was as excited as if he had taken medicine.

Pressing the answer button, the degenerate prisoner was frightened by the worker's words before he could speak.

"Boss, the house in our neighborhood has collapsed!"

Collapse? Ten thousand people who did not believe it in the hearts of the fallen prisoners, Yan Long had ordered that no matter what he did, he should do it with the best attitude. Therefore, the materials used in that community were all carefully selected by him, how could they collapse?

But the worker would never call him to joke for no reason, and he couldn't help but think of the anomaly he noticed when he just passed by the community, and he guessed that someone was really making trouble.

Quickly turned around and drove towards the community, and after understanding what had happened, the fallen prisoner instantly changed his mind and cursed secretly: "Damn contractor, if I don't find you and chop you in half, I won't be surnamed Yan!" ”

"Wait, who gave you my phone?" The fallen prisoner asked suddenly, remembering that only the foreman knew his number, and none of the others knew about it.

"A young man, huh? He was here just now. The crowd said.

The fallen prisoner didn't think much of it, he picked up the phone and called Yan Long, briefly telling him what had happened. The only thing I am afraid of now is that if someone reports the collapse of the building, it will be troublesome.

When Yan Long heard this, his heart was swishing upward. He pondered for a while and said solemnly: "Yan Er, you hurry up and throw away all the waste rocks, before dawn!" ”

Hanging up the phone, Yan Long paced back and forth. He didn't believe that it was the contractor who cut corners, and with his sensitive nose, he could easily smell the conspiracy.

"Could it be Zhang San?" Yan Long thought to himself, with his ability, he could indeed come without a trace and go without a trace.

"You all go check to see if there is any boarding record for Zhang San. Also, find out the contractor in charge of the ancient Tang style community for me! Yan Long ordered.

Hearing Yan Long's order, the fallen prisoner immediately went to ask for a big truck. As a result, as soon as I walked to the door, I was surprised to find a large number of reporters waiting.

"How...... Will it be so soon? "The degenerate prisoner did not understand that it was only more than half an hour before the explosion, and the reporter rushed to the news as if he knew the news in advance.

Indeed, after the explosion, Zhou Haobin had already contacted the phone numbers of several reporters. In their eyes, as long as there is a hot spot, no matter who it is, they dare to report it.

It's over, the fallen prisoner feels a trace of despair in his heart, and paper can't contain fire after all.

Even in the cold of the night, the foreheads of the fallen prisoners kept dripping large drops of sweat beans.

While dealing with reporters' questions, he tried to find a way to call Yan Long and ask him to rush over to deal with the emergency.

"Ahem, Yan Long's brain is really good." Zhou Haobin hid not far away, looked at Yan Long's figure rushing over, and said.

"Otherwise, do you think he can become the patriarch of the fallen family?" Xiao Fan said disdainfully, "Learn more, and look at you again, everything is weak." Hey, how did I get attached to you? ”

Zhou Haobin couldn't cry or laugh, Xiaofan has become more and more presumptuous recently.