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Dusting off the spicy broken porcelain pieces on the top of his head, Hao Qiao sincerely felt that .

He wiped a handful of sticky soup from his face, listened quietly for a while, and then asked, "Who keeps calling?" ”

No, this whine, it's crying.

Perhaps he was stupid by the plate, and it took him a long time for his buzzing head to return to its normal function of processing information, and finally started working again.

"Help, help!"

This time, Hao Qiao did hear clearly. The scream was the band's new keyboardist, an unlucky guy who had always been known for eating instant noodles with either a fork or a seasoning pack. This time, he lived up to expectations, with one leg pressed under the table that was suddenly overturned, and he was pulling his neck and crying hard.

"What a noise!" Ren Shijing turned around and yelled, his hands on the door panel, as if he was about to do something.

"Didn't you hear? They must have blocked the door from the outside. Lu Jiameng was lucky not to be affected, but he didn't take the responsibility of the eldest brother to organize the rescue of the injured younger brother, just curled up in the corner with his knees in his arms, and the panic on his face had not completely faded.

"Of course I heard that." Ren Shijing's voice was cold.

"What's the matter, you guys one by one." Hao Qiao covered the bulging bag on the door of his head, and stood up against the wall, "Why are you sitting, come here to help save people!" If he presses it for a long time, his legs may be useless! ”

This remark did not have the effect of reassuring at all. The keyboardist cried even harder, swaying the huge table with both hands, causing everyone around him to take a few steps back.

"Don't shake, don't shake! You don't want this leg! Hao Qiao rushed forward to hold him down, turned his head and roared, "Lu Jiameng!" Are you stupid? You speak! You're the leader, there's someone here who is hurt, and you're just doing it? ”

"I'm ......" Lu Jiameng also stood up slowly, and smiled abruptly on his pale face, "You're stupid...... Don't you see, we're probably really finished. Flash."

"We ...... Don't care so much about him, let's take a hand first. Hao Qiao snorted and snorted for a while, and then shouted, "What are you doing! All deaf! ”

My head is still a little dizzy. He felt his knees go limp, and the table suddenly became lighter as he watched as he had worked so hard to raise the little height he had worked so hard to raise was all over again.

Lu Jiameng gritted his teeth, supported a small space with his shoulders, raised his hand and slapped Hao Qiao's head fiercely: "Why are you stupid, you, you, and how many of you...... Hurry up and drag people out first! ”

"Hiss-" Hao Qiao's face was crooked in pain, but fortunately, he was indeed sober, and turned around to greet the other little brother with a scolding grin, and then several people joined forces, both back and back, and finally moved the keyboard player out carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "I didn't misread you." ”

"Save this kind of praise for me until when I have a life." Lu Jiameng took off his coat and threw it to Hao Qiao, his eyes signaled him to quickly bandage people, and then cautiously glanced at Ren Shijing, who was striding on a horse and the muscles of his whole body were bulging, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to understand the scene just now?" It's so easy for those who are soldiers to get rid of us...... Even if we follow this group of people, we can't save our lives. ”

"Well, if only you could figure it out, we're really not in this business." Hao Qiao pressed his forehead and nodded seriously.

However, he still couldn't figure out how the male assassin with a somewhat panicked smile on his face suddenly appeared in the corner of the room. Is there such an unscientific talent as piercing walls? Or did he foresee that this group of people would just walk into this room and rush to ambush in advance?

"Perhaps...... Maybe we still have a little chance to atone for our sins. Without waiting for his not-so-bright head to figure it out, Lu Jiameng glanced at Ren Shijing again and whispered.

Years of tacit understanding made Hao Qiao instantly understand the meaning of Lu Jiameng, and asked with wide eyes and incredulity: "You...... Are you sure? ”

Is this kid trying to fight back? Hao Qiao couldn't help but be speechless. Flash Dance.

Reluctantly admitting that this brother, who often does not follow the right path, does have a little more aura in his mind than himself, Hao Qiao swallowed his saliva, rummaged in the mess for a while, and finally pinched a piece of broken porcelain in the palm of his hand.

Then, the development of events made his heart rise and fall like a roller coaster.

First of all, Ren Shijing, whose whole body was full of bulging muscles that was enough to be the envy of all men, was indeed trying his best to cover the world, and unloaded the door panel alive under the attention of everyone - the Lu Jiameng beside him finally annihilated with the fighting spirit aroused by the desire to survive at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the wine bottle in his hand that was ready to sneak attack was weakly thrown aside.

Soon, however, the initiative was once again in the hands of the Assassin, who was always able to scare people.

The blood-stained blade passed through the body of a person squatting in front of the door with a gun, Hao Qiao really understood for the first time what it meant to be "red knives in and white knives out", and the sprayed blood splashed on the hands of the person in front of him, and the man instantly screamed and ran backwards in a circle, almost hitting the wall.

It's weird. Hao Qiao thought. These so-called brothers, who can usually do all the illegal things and bargain for other people's lives, are like bear children who have never done psychological construction but have been boldly committing crimes, crying with all kinds of ugly expressions.

Lu Jiameng didn't cry, just sat on the side with a dull expression, without saying a word.

Regret it? Hao Qiao suddenly wanted to ask him.

They are like clowns who have strayed into battle, but they are just a joke to add to the future of the "professionals".

A young girl's voice could be heard faintly outside the door. Hao Qiao slapped his thigh, and finally figured out the essence of the so-called "flash" with his not particularly smart brain.

It was the girl in the short skirt who took advantage of the opportunity to open the door and let the assassin in! He was a little surprised. I didn't expect that today's soldiers are also so advancing with the times, and they will actually use this kind of trick?

Maybe the sound of his leg slapping was too loud, which made Ren Shijing look back at him angrily. Hao Qiao waved his hand and was about to sincerely say, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to disturb the confrontation between masters like you", when he saw a big hand stretched out towards his neck, and then-

Grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

The feeling of not touching the ground may evoke the primal fear in everyone. Hao Qiao was about to flutter twice, when he felt a cold thing cling to his temple.

"So, how about that?" Ren Shijing's voice was so low that it made people feel tight, "This group of young people who are not very useful and like money very much seem to be citizens on your ship, right?" Since they are not condemned, you cannot let them die overboard...... Maybe we can talk? ”

The constant repetition of "why am I so unlucky" in my heart overshadowed my fear for a short time. Hao Qiao's two legs habitually dangled twice in the air, causing Ren Shijing to press the muzzle of the gun his head again.

Be careful, big brother, don't go off. Hao Qiao couldn't help but glance at everyone's expressions with his peripheral vision.

Lu Jiameng's mouth opened in vain, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to speak.

Maybe that's growth. Hao Qiao felt that a part of his consciousness seemed to have floated into the sky, pointing at his vacated body.

Growing up may be the cruel process of overthrowing "I am unique, I am the pride of the sky" and becoming "my luck is no better than others, and I am not the protagonist of the world".

Good and evil will be rewarded. It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come. I just don't know how I, a little head who is a little more upright in a group of people, became the first to suffer, maybe the naughty side of the god in charge of "retribution".

It turned out that I was the unluckiest person. He couldn't help but think. The little brother who shrank from the front to the end of the line because he was scared by blood, please remember my brother's goodness, and celebrate the New Year's holidays in the future...... Alas.

At the moment of life and death, it may always stimulate young people's philosophical thinking, or cranky thinking. Hao Qiao also opened his mouth. It's just that I don't know if I haven't had the opportunity to spread such a reasonable remark to the band and the bear children.

"Talk? We? It's better to be free. The assassin brother outside the door didn't give any face, "Your luck is really bad, I'm not the kind of person who is particularly pedantic, it's difficult to take equal care of everyone, not to mention that this group of 'hostages' in your hands was just your accomplice." Besides, I have been tasked with taking you back to the three sessions for interrogation. But no one has ever explained anything else to me, and I never do anything superfluous. ”

"Really? Your words will disappoint your boat people. ”

"I've won the prize, and I've always been a person who has never disappointed in the field of disappointment." Han Yue's answer was like a stream.

It took Hao Qiao a little time to understand this somewhat convoluted sentence - he was surprised that he was so calm at the moment. Shouldn't you take the time to look back on your short and not wonderful life at all? But he couldn't think of anything to remember about himself. When you follow your parents as a good doll? When you followed the advice of your brothers and sisters to practice bass? When you are stupid to cooperate with Lu Jiameng to do nonsense? Damn, thinking about it this way, how come I've always been just a follower?

"You're a little more interesting than I thought." Ren Shijing's voice was extremely cold, "Then, in order to express my respect and praise for you, let's start with this curly-haired little brother in my hand." ”

"Don't!" Lu Jiameng finally made a sound, so hoarse that it would make all his fans sigh for his voice.

Bullets are loaded.

The dust mixed with small stones suddenly smashed down from the top of his head. In the midst of the lightning, Hao Qiao, who was almost about to calmly face the last second of his life, suddenly saw the figure of a young man, wrapped in a large floor slab, falling vertically from the top of his head.

"Keep your head down!" Ling Shucheng shouted.

I really want to, but the big brother behind me won't let go! The sudden change seemed to make the fresh blood of the whole body rush to the brain, Hao Qiaofu went to his heart, pinched the broken porcelain piece in his hand and poked it back.

The feeling of landing on the ground is so nostalgic. In the next second, a Western-style long sword hooked a strand of curly hair on the top of his head, and then stabbed straight at the terrifying big man with big hands.