The business of the "guy eater" was so good that the restaurant owners of the whole delicious street were jealous. If it weren't for the fact that all the ingredients purchased in the store were used cleanly, it would be really difficult to tell when the door would be closed. Fang Lin walked out of the door with a smile and a smile with the red envelopes distributed because the business was too good, and strode down the street, but the mood was extremely comfortable, but the original depression was swept away.

Gradually, it began to rain.

The rain was fine, but dense.

Thinking that it was when Fang had just eaten, because he drank two glasses of "fighting wine", Fang Lin felt that his heart was gradually getting excited, there was an indescribable irritability, he was surnamed except for his coat, his upper body with clear muscle lines was striding in the rain, the cold rain stirred up the hot skin, and the whole body was covered with a faint white mist, which was really indescribable stimulation.

When he returned to the student dormitory, of course, the door had already been closed, Fang Lin Ma Li grabbed the edge of the second floor with a great leap, and was about to climb up with all his strength, when a flashlight from the old man at the door shone on, and his tongue burst into angry shouting:

"Phew! Where to escape over the wall! ”

Fang Lin was so frightened that his hand went soft and almost fell off, but he still had no choice but to let go and jump down, rubbing his nose and saying with a wry smile:

"Aren't I afraid that you'll sleep all the time?"

The old man at the gate took a "China" in his mouth, and walked over with a cloud and fog, Fang Lin's heart moved, how could this old man smoke three pieces of five packs in the world, how could he open meat and suck up China? The old man picked up the pen and said sternly:

"How many bedrooms are on the floor, which department, and what is the name?"

Fang Lin explained truthfully, but the old man looked him up and down a few times, threw away the book, and handed him a business card:

"Someone is looking for you in the afternoon and waiting until the lights go out in the evening before leaving, it seems that there is something important, so you can call the above as soon as you come back."

Fang Lin immediately suddenly, it turned out that this old guy had obtained such beneficial benefits as "China", no wonder he immediately looked at it differently, he took the business card casually and looked at it, and frowned slightly:

"How could it be her?"

The business card is exquisite, with a gilded rose vine swirling around the edges, and the name that falls is:

"Wan Min."

As soon as he saw this name, Fang Lin couldn't help but think of the fragrant fair-skinned **, with a crying moan of submission. There is also a fiery eruption, a hearty catharsis. His Adam's apple twitched, and the rain seemed to be getting hot, so he threw his shirt over his shoulders and turned to walk to the public phone booth in front of the school.

"Toot ....... toot...... Honk. Fang Lin tilted his head and clamped the earpiece, waiting with an indifferent expression.

After a full thirty seconds, there was finally a panicked gasp on the other end of the phone, and there was a panicked noise around him.

"Hey! Feed! ”

The voice on the other end of the phone was frightened and sharp, completely devoid of the elegant temptation of Pingshu, and the tone, the tone of voice, was very similar to that of a person who was drowning and about to die.

The corners of Fang Lin's mouth showed an evil smile:

"Hello."

Wan Min screamed on the other end of the phone:

"Please, go find Director Hu! Saying that No. 53 Riverside Road was attacked by Duge, it will kill someone! I'll agree to whatever conditions you want! ”

Fang Lin smiled and said:

"Looks like you should call 110."

"110 is their man on duty tonight! It's been bought a long time ago! There was another loud bang from Wan Min's side. It seemed like the door had been smashed open.

"Remember." Fang Lin smiled weirdly: "You can agree to any conditions." You said it yourself! ”

Then, with a "pop", he hung up the phone.

The phone booth shook a few times because of his hanging momentum, and it completely scattered into a pile of waste!

In the middle of the night, in the boulevard on the long street, there is a faint figure running fast! Fang Lin ran in the dense drizzle, only feeling extremely happy, the inexplicable heat all over his body rolled out, the faster he ran, the rain sprinkled on his ** body, and there were bursts of faint mist!

The faint mist lingered behind him for a long time, and finally there was a layer of arrogant purple intent! In the end, it was slowly scattered in the wind!

It's a pity that Fang Lin was immersed in the thrill of running and couldn't turn back to see this strange scene.

Even if he ran several times faster than ordinary people, when he arrived at the bar at No. 53 Riverside Road, he found that the defenses inside had obviously been breached, someone was pouring gasoline everywhere, and a man in a hooded raincoat was pulling the screaming Wan Min's hair, dragging her out and stuffing her into the car, and her snow-white thighs were exposed under the torn cheongsam, which looked particularly dazzling.

Fang Lin threw the shirt in his hand on the ground, dipped it in some muddy water to wipe his face, and directly bent down and rushed over with all his might!

Like an angry leopard sprinting in the rain, the muscles of his body are full of strength and beauty.

The distance of tens of meters flashed by in an instant.

He landed his knee on the chest of the stunned creature closest to him. This order made his chest sink deeply, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and the pistol that he had half pulled out of his arms flew out in a scattered manner.

Fang Lin rolled in the air, pinching the pistol firmly before it hit the ground. The basic marksmanship of level-9 immediately made him master the gun very skillfully. He straightened up, raised his gun and strode forward, the muzzle of the gun flickered, and the only trace of reason left in Fang Lin's mind made the person who was shot injured but not killed, but there would definitely be no more threat!

After the eight rounds of the imitation "May Fourth" pistol were fired, Fang Lin rolled up from the ground, threw the pistol back, and walked in front of the stunned Wan Min who was trembling on the ground, he tilted his head and looked at this embarrassed but gorgeous woman, and said with a cold smile:

"This kind of trivial matter, you don't need Lao Hu to come forward."

Wan Min swept the wet hair in front of his forehead, looked at the strong man in front of him with a blurred face and a ** upper body, and said in disbelief:

"You....... you ......"

Fang Lin pulled her up, walked inside rudely, and said lightly:

"I ask, you answer."

Wan Min is a very scheming woman, staggering forward, opening her mouth, and immediately holding back.

Fang Lin glanced at her and said:

"Where's that Dugo who smashed your shop?"

Wan Min suddenly had a frightened look on his face, pointing to a group of people who came down the stairs from the main entrance. But before her words could be spoken, Fang Lin had already stepped on the stool next to her, directly stepped on the stool and jumped up in the air, and then volleyed over!

With a "snap", the chair fell apart in the air, knocking down a person head-on. The man immediately fell to the ground groaning in pain.

Fang Lin had already shot straight out of the ground at this time, punched away the bodyguard who was pulling out the gun, swept with his feet, hooked the other two into a rolling gourd, and screamed together with his feet and necks, it seemed that a tibial fracture was inevitable.

It's just that at the same time, Fang Lin was actually kicked in the chest, and then a thick fist hit him in the face, knocking Fang Lin's whole person out like a sandbag! The shot was a strong man in his forties, with a blood-red scar on his face, which looked quite eye-catching.

"This is a master!" The sudden pain made Fang Lin feel a kind of masochistic pleasure, he stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on his lips, and pounced on him again!

The scar man smirked, took a step forward, swung his fist hard, and hit Fang Lin again and tumbled and fell out! But the smile on his face immediately froze! The direction in which Fang Lin rolled over was the direction of the bodyguard who was knocked down by the chair, Fang Lin actually took advantage of the situation to grab the bodyguard's pistol, rolled backwards, and knelt on one knee and aimed coldly!

The scar man roared, not retreating, but advancing!

Can you run past bullets?

Chong is the way to live!

Fang Lin's cold pupils were also slightly purple, without the slightest panicked look, only the head of the scar man in his eyes!

Gunshots!

If you don't hit, the gun will go off again!

Sided!

But after the gunfire rang out for the third time, the Scar Man's actions suddenly lost his accuracy! He had already rushed in front of Fang Lin, his huge body suddenly crooked, and he blindly slanted into the bar sofa next to him! There is already a blood hole in the center of the eyebrows!

The corners of Fang Lin's mouth rose slightly, and he fired four shots in a row, breaking the limbs of the last person standing with a look of disbelief on his face. Then he sneered and threw the gun to Wan Min next to him.

Wan Min trembled for a moment, as if grasping the life-saving straw, she clenched the handle of the gun that was still warm, her beautiful face suddenly showed a trace of ruthlessness, her high heels stepped on the broken glass on the ground, and then pulled the trigger on the Du Ge who was moaning in pain.

Fang Lin looked indifferently at the bar that swept through like a storm, his eyes finally stopped on Wan Min's plump chest, and then pinched it very directly. Wan Min didn't resist, he hugged him with his backhand, his full body writhing like a snake, and seeing that Fang Lin's cheeks had been scratched and bleeding some blood before, he took the initiative to go up and lick his wound with his tongue regardless of the dirt. A rather tempting tremor snorted from his throat like a Persian cat.

(To be continued)