"Sniper on the Edge" (25)

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The one who was startled by me looked at the butterfly knife flying in my hand.

The next moment he reacted and reached over to hit me.

I took this punch honestly with my left hand on my chest, and I guess the other party hasn't woken up yet, and this punch is soft. Before the sniper rifle fired the reaction was great, I held the butterfly knife in my right hand and turned it one hundred and eighty degrees.

The handle of the knife is held in the palm of the hand and the joint of the right hand where the punch is thrown towards the opponent, and the metal grip is knocked on the cartilage and joints. Immediately, I heard the young man shout, and then I put one knee on the other man's stomach.

Suddenly, the young man fell to his knees and lost his combat effectiveness, and a puddle of acid water from his stomach splashed on my other foot's shoe.

The two beside him also reacted early, but they didn't dare to make a move.

After watching my partner easily fall to the ground, they all stared at the butterfly knife in my hand.

It looks like he doesn't want to do anything with me, but he doesn't know what to do.

I pointed to the ground and said, "Ma slip, I don't want to squat down like him." ”

The two of them were quite obedient, and honestly squatted down and covered their heads with their hands.

It seems that the eldest of the three is the one with the knife, but obviously the level of these three people is not even considered a gangster.

The three of them didn't know what they were sucking, and they wanted to rob me crookedly.

The three of them were all leaning against the wall at the moment, and I waved the butterfly knife and said, "I don't want that red and white knife to go in and out, and tell me how much goods I have on me." Is there any yellow ice and where to buy it. ”

All three of them actually cried, and the one in the middle cried and said, "No, we don't have those things." ”

"Don't have that thing? So what do you have? It's not honest at this time? It's the other way around? I said out loud.

"We didn't smoke it, we thought you were an addict. So I want to knock you off, and you look like a musician. Maybe you're afraid of death if you're rich, so... The one on the left said.

"So you light up the knife? Fool me, didn't you suck the three of you in a daze? I still have my hands under the table, grinding and chirping for a long time and stuffing them into my nose. I said.

The middle of the three reached into his pocket, and I subconsciously took a half step back.

After that, the other party slowly took out a small bottle and lit it up in front of me.

I grabbed the small bottle with one hand, and it looked like an aluminum flask.

Shake the flask, which seems to be water.

"What's that?" I said.

"You'll know when you smell it, it's not those things." The other party said.

With one hand, he twisted the flask with great effort, and put it five centimeters outside his nose and sniffed it slightly.

I almost fainted, so I took the butterfly knife and laboriously covered the flask and said, "What the hell? The smell is the same as gasoline? ”

One of the three said, "This is gasoline, we smell this when we're fine." ”

"Nothing to smell this? What's wrong? I said.

"It's very comfortable to smell too much, and it's dizzy. We're going to put a little bit on our noses, just like you said. That's why you say we're sneaky, and we usually smell it here. Because there's music, you can sit all afternoon without drinking. There are few people in the afternoon, so you can let us go. One of them said.

At this moment, I recall that there seemed to be nothing on the table for the three of them, and this gasoline was really speechless.

Shaking his head helplessly, this was another day in vain.

I don't know if smelling gasoline is illegal, so I have no choice but to give them a charge of robbery.

"Get up, come with me." I said.

"Where are you going?" The three of them said in unison.

"Police station." I shouted.

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