About half an hour later, Shang Xiuheng drove to the downstairs of Feng Han.

"Han Shao, if you have anything to do, just tell your little brother."

"On Sunday, you drive me the police car."

Feng Han had a headache.

"The unit's car doesn't cost fuel when it is driven."

Shang Xiuheng smirked.

"Use public money privately, be careful of being reported."

"Don't worry about it, the younger brother will take care of it himself." Shang Xiuheng has always been flamboyant, he can become a policeman has fallen through the glasses of his classmates in the first class of the year, and what is even more odious is that this product has also been mixed with the criminal police brigade, and he has solved several major cases in a row in recent years, and his promotion is like riding a rocket.

"Bapoling Park."

"So far away, so remote, where do you want to take me and what do you want to do?"

He made a gesture with his hands on his chest and a frightened expression.

"Less nonsense, drive faster." Feng Han's lazy explanation.

The two drove to the suburbs, and Feng Han found an extremely remote place while drinking canned coffee to refresh himself.

He took out the M1911 pistol, and in Shang Xiuheng's stunned eyes, he took out the silencer and loaded the pistol.

"I'm going to practice guns, and I'm here for this reason." Feng Han took out the bullet and loaded it into the magazine of the M1911.

"Hero, do you want to kill someone, or do you want to set fire?"

Shang Xiuheng couldn't stop with a wry smile on his face.

"Okay, no kidding, I still need you to teach me martial arts skills, and how to use the equipment, but don't ask me what I'm for, for some reason, I won't reveal anything."

"It's not a violation of the law."

"Definitely."

"You're not going to reveal anything to me either......"

"Don't ask why, I don't say, there must be a reason."

Feng Han glanced at Shang Xiuheng.

"You have participated in several shooting championships, been a champion twice, learned martial arts since childhood, and have started to contact MMA in the past few years, and your ability in this area is not weak, so I plan to ask you to learn."

With only three months to spare, Feng Han had no chance of wasting it, he had to find someone who could teach him, master some conventional means, and improve his combat ability.

"You're really going to get people in trouble." Shang Xiuheng touched his chin and didn't say anything.

"In three months, three months, I need to train myself to have a certain combat effectiveness."

", it's only been three months, and you can't learn anything at all."

Shang Xiuheng shook his head and sighed.

"I know your bastard character, you don't plan to say it, and I won't ask more, but you must remember not to do anything illegal or undisciplined, otherwise I won't be able to cover it up for you."

"Don't worry."

Feng Han just smiled and patted him on the shoulder. Shang Xiuheng can do this kind of Cheng dù, which proves that this dead friend is not in vain.

"I will make a systematic workout plan for you, you also need a lot of equipment, prepare from now on, this coach will train you well." Shang Xiuheng snatched the m1911 in his hand, glanced at him, and said: "If you plan to practice guns, it is absolutely impossible here, who knows where the bullets will fly, I will find a place for you to practice." ”

Feng Han just smiled bitterly.

………………

Li Yuanfeng sat under a huge locust tree covered in blood, and in the distance, a private villa was on fire.

All the blood on his body is someone else's, and with the power he gets from the evil spirit space, he is not a strong person that ordinary people can fight against at all.

"Xiaoyu, Ah Ye, I have already killed that group of animals for you, and after a while, I will come down to accompany you."

He quietly lit a cigarette and sat silently in the gloomy night.

………………

Feng Han has lived a very ordinary, boring, and busy time this time.

During the day, he worked in the forensic laboratory, and in his spare time he concentrated on training, practicing guns, practicing fighting skills, learning the use of equipment, and most importantly, ...... Do a lot of basic training.

Where he practiced guns, Shang Xiuheng helped him find an abandoned factory, which was very empty and no one came, and there were some simple equipment in it, such as barbells, sandbags, and the like.

"This is a project that my father invested in, and then it didn't get started, and it became the virtue it is now, but fortunately, it cost a lot of money, this land

Fang is down, and it may be changed to a big mall in the future, but it can be used as a venue for now. ”

This guy's father is one of the richest people in the city, his ancestors are overseas Chinese in Nanyang, and many relatives are still abroad.

Shang Xiuheng is also a "willful" trench, he has no interest in his family's business, but instead joins the police industry, which makes many people fall through the glasses.

However, three months is too short, and it is impossible for ordinary people to practice any skills, but fortunately, Feng Han has increased his physical fitness by the evil spirit fire, and the 0.2 times the physical strength has allowed him to pass some intense training, although the achievement is not big, but it is better than nothing.

And in the past three months, he has already dealt with his posthumous affairs.

He transferred the US dollar card directly to the bank (hell, that thing can be used as a credit card directly), and now, the 2.47 million yuan in the US dollar card has been transferred to two accounts, one is the account reserved for his adoptive father. And the other is the uncle and aunt who took care of him for many years after the birth of his adoptive father, these two are the adoptive father's brother and his wife, the old couple has no children and lives on a meager pension, to say that Feng Han is the only one who can't rest assured, only the adoptive father and the old couple.

He has been an orphan since he was a child, fatherless and motherless, and his personality is a little withdrawn, and he has few friends, except for his friend Shang Xiuheng, there are only a few friends left, living in this world, it can be described as alone.

"It's a pity that I still can't overturn the case for my father."

He sat in his home, looking at the interface in the evil spirit space, and according to the interface reminder of the evil spirit space, he knew the exact time to enter next time.

"Tents, sleeping bags, backpacks, canned food, overhead lights, leather kettles, magnesium sticks, windproof matches, flashlights, compasses, water purifiers, sleeping bags, insect repellents, antidiarrheal drugs, iodine wine, band-aids, hiking ropes, hook rods and fishing lines, these few interior spaces have been filled."

The interior space of the evil spirit space is a separate space with the same size as a kitchen cabinet, and the things that can be held are very limited.

In the past few days, Feng Han has found a few infinite novels to read, and found that there are large storage rings, space backpacks or something inside, and his side is dwarfed.

"This evil spirit contract, I don't know if it can be upgraded, after upgrading, it is best to make the internal space larger, so that more things can be installed."

In the last moment of waiting, he was a little idle, and his mind was scattered.

In the next moment, a ray of light appeared in front of him, forming a portal of light.

"Sure enough, it came."

Feng Han found that he was not afraid, but his spirits were uplifted, as if he was born with a heart that drew pleasure from adventure and excitement.

No, his heart has long been replaced by cold gears and strange "broken chapter" books!

Feng Han let out a cold smile and strode into the light gate.

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