There are four or five small tables next to the stove where the noodles are cooked, which are used by customers to eat noodles.

The candy gourd seller was obviously a novice, he scratched his head embarrassedly, and stood in the position pointed by the stall owner with a smile, "There will be a customer, so I will move away!" ”

"Hehe," apparently the stall owner was a magnanimous man, and he smiled indifferently, methodically ordered his noodles, and stopped talking.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion not far away, and someone shouted: "Kill someone!" ”

What Chinese people like the most is to watch the excitement, especially the idlers who are full of food and drink in the night market, where will they let go when they hear this kind of exciting news? I saw that the market that was still lively just now, as if it was blown by a strong wind, hulala rushed in the direction of the accident.

There are also two diners sitting on Liu Ji's noodle stall, both of whom look like they want to see the excitement but are reluctant to put down the bowl.

The stall owner looked funny, in his impression, these Chinese people are so greedy for small profits, right?

He smiled and said loudly: "If you want to see the excitement, go ahead, I'll keep the noodles for you, and you can still eat the hot soup when you come back!" ”

"Okay," the two diners stood up happily and were about to run to see the excitement, when suddenly one of them patted his head: "Look at my memory, I have to settle the account for you first!" ”

He walked towards the stall owner while digging into his pocket, but the stall owner did not care, lowered his head and stirred the soup pot, completely oblivious to the fact that the customer had not taken out money at all, but a pistol.

Zhou Qingyu put the muzzle of the black hole on the stall owner's forehead: "Don't move!" ”

Another diner, Tarzan in disguise, quickly approached, ready to remove the stall owner's weapon. The stall owner was not tall, but his movements were very flexible, his body flashed, and he suddenly avoided Zhou Qingyu and Taishan, and ran in the direction of no one.

Seeing that the boss was about to run to the road, a big stick swept over, this is the vendor who sells sugar gourds, and his weapon is a big stick full of sugar gourds! The stall owner couldn't dodge, was swept by the big stick, and fell backwards, and behind him was the pot stove where the noodles were boiling.

is different from home, the pot stove used to set up stalls in the night market is very short, the stall owner is busy running for his life, and he has long forgotten what is behind him, Zhou Qingyu stayed aside, stretched out his foot and sent him again, only to hear a pop, the stall owner was mixed under his feet, and his buttocks were sitting in his soup pot!

The hot soup splashed everywhere, Taishan grinned, and made a look like he wanted to laugh, this spy of country R is really interesting, such a big night market, where can he fall? I just fell into my own soup pot!

I only heard a terrible scream, and the stall owner struggled to crawl out of the pot, saying R in his mouth, and the lower half of his body was wet and steaming!

"Is it cooked through?" Tarzan was very upright and spoke his mind as soon as possible.

Zhou Qingyu took out the handcuffs from his waist and threw them to Taishan, "Handcuff them first!" ”

Taishan neatly handcuffed the stall owner and lifted him up, and then reported to Zhou Qingyu: "Captain, the suspect seems to be injured!" ”

The stall owner was already in pain with a handful of snot and tears, his buttocks had passed around in the boiling soup, and he was tossed and turned over by Tarzan, and all the skin of his wounds had been pulled off, and now he was in pain!

The stall owner was confused, he groaned and scolded in R Chinese, completely forgetting that he was a spy and should not reveal his identity because of this small injury.