"Fack! Why hasn't that monkey come yet! Moore chewed gum with a "chirp" in his mouth, snapping his knuckles impatiently, he felt very shameless in front of his friends.

When he came, he had made a package ticket with a friend, and Xiang Yiming would definitely wait here early to make an offering.

"The monkey just owes it!" His friend was still the same black man from last time, and he also chewed gum "chirp, chirp", and smiled at Mohr jokingly: "I'll be honest after the fight, I have experience in this area!" ”

"Shaquille, I have experience in this area as well!" Moore raised his eyebrows, and the two smiled in tacit understanding. Then Moore decisively changed the topic, and he brought up the hottest topic on campus now: "By the way, it seems that the day of the perverted murderer is going to commit the crime again!" ”

"That's right!" Shaquille is really interested in this topic: "According to the cycle of perverted murderers summarized on the news, he will kill a random person every month!" Today is number one, and the perverted killer is coming out to kill again! Tsk, I don't know which unlucky ghost it will be! ”

"Afraid of what?" Moore shook his hand indifferently: "Anyway, perverted murderers only kill women!" ”

"Huh! What am I afraid of? It's not like you haven't seen the surveillance video broadcast by the news, the perverted murderer is short, skinny and small like a little chicken! Shaquille felt that Moore's words seemed to be sarcastic that he couldn't fight, which made him feel that it was necessary to emphasize that he Shaquille was also very capable of fighting. Shaquille clenched his fists and pounded his brick-like chest muscles: "If he dares to appear in front of me, Lao Tzu can beat him to his knees and call Dad!" ”

At this moment, a short figure suddenly appeared in front of Moore and Shaquille.

He wore a hood over his sweatshirt and a large mask to cover half of his face, sneaking around like a thief.

Father...... Father! Moore and Shaquille were covered with hairs standing on end at the time, and in the surveillance video broadcast by the news, did the perverted murderer just wear a sweatshirt and a hood and a big mask?

The main reason is that Americans usually have a flamboyant personality and like to be in the limelight, even if someone wears a sweatshirt and a hood, they will use other more exaggerated ways to express themselves, and will never be like the guy in front of him with his head bowed and bent over and sneaky, as if he is afraid of being discovered by others.

He suddenly appeared in front of Moore and Shaquille like this unconsciously, Moore and Shaquille were talking about the perverted murderer, and it was hard not to associate it in the direction of the perverted murderer......

Although this "perverted murderer" was short, thin and small, like a little chicken, the two big men with an average height of 1.9 meters and a weight of 19 did not even have the courage to resist.

You must know that the perverted murderer has been committing crazy crimes in the past three months, killing a random person every month, and he already has three lives in his hands! The Los Angeles police are so anxious about this that they can't solve the case even after working overtime every day, and it is said that the FBI has intervened! Not even a heavily armed policeman, what can the two of them do as unarmed and weak high school students?

The perverted murderer is super fierce!

Although the psychopathic killer has always only killed women, who knows if he will want to change his taste?

Seeing the perverted murderer stretch out his evil black hand to himself, Mohr's blood was about to coagulate!

However, what he didn't expect was that the psychopathic murderer's hand was not a mad dog knife with a throat cut, but a bottle of Coke that exuded a hint of coldness, and he was so cold that he was thrilled in his hand.

The perverted murderer said flatteringly in English with a Chinese flavor: "Big brother, drink ice cola!" ”

"Oh...... Fack! It's you monkey! Moore finally recognized the true face of Lushan of the "perverted murderer", and grabbed his collar in annoyance: "How dare you fool me!" ”

Moore's sudden move made Xiang Yiming's little face turn pale with fright, and he stammered: "I didn't, I didn't ......"

"Who made you dress like this?" Moore ripped off Xiang Yiming's hat, grabbed his hair brutally, and ripped off his mask with his other hand, and then glared at Xiang Yiming viciously with big eyes: "Tell me!" What the hell do you want to do? ”

"I, I'm ......" Xiang Yiming trembled, but couldn't help but peek at Mary not far away from the corner of his eye.

Mary, who came to watch the game again today, stood close to Moore and Shaquille, and Xiang Yiming didn't want Mary to see his cowardly side, so he put on a hood and a mask, but he didn't know how to anger Moore. Now that Moore has ripped off his hood and mask, his biggest concern is not whether Moll will give him a fat beating, but whether Mary will see it......

Fortunately, the game on the rugby field was intense, and Mary was engrossed in the men's hand-to-hand combat, not noticing that not far from her, Xiang Yiming was being bullied by the school.

"There are a lot of people here...... "Xiang Yiming pleaded pitifully: "Can you change places......"

His suggestion hit Moore's heart, and Moore let go of Xiang Yiming's hair, and Shaquille sandwiched him left and right, holding Xiang Yiming hostage to a remote corner of the court.

The massive bodies of the two black men formed a human wall, trapping Xiang Yiming in the corner of the wall.

Moore glared at the big eyes viciously, and stretched out a big black and white hand: "Baby? ”

Xiang Yiming subconsciously hugged his arm, and the hundred-dollar bill with the portrait of Benjamin Franklin, the founding hero of the United States, was in the inner pocket of his jacket. He actually regretted it, and his grandmother's worried eyes made him make another difficult decision, he didn't want to give the money to Moll. Even if he is beaten today, he has to return this 100-yuan bill to his grandmother.

So Xiang Yiming specially bought Mohr his favorite ice Coke, imagining that if he begged Mohr bitterly, or took a beating, maybe he could save the hundred dollars.

"Big brother, I really don't have it!" Xiang Yiming's pitiful pleading: "Can I still not give it to you......"

"Fack! You damn monkey! Bastard! Moore's swarthy face was so black that he could drip ink, he already wanted to clean up Xiang Yiming, but he didn't expect Xiang Yiming to dare to release his pigeon, and he was so angry that he rounded his arm and wanted to throw it at Yiming's neck!

Xiang Yiming subconsciously closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and couldn't shout out loud even if he was beaten.

This is his last self-esteem as a soft persimmon......