"Because, someone has nominated you to take over."

Wang Ming leaned in front of the rolled down window with his left hand, he talked about the cigarette ash expressionlessly, and pressed the half-smoked Hibiscus King in his hand into the transparent ashtray in front of the car.

Looking at Zhao Qian's figure gradually moving away, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

In the past, the eldest brother was not like this, and when he encountered this kind of thing, he would tell him what to do.

Now, he doesn't say anything. Or maybe he doesn't think it's appropriate to talk to himself like that.

People on the road often say.

The red list seeks survival, the white list seeks death, and the black list depends on whether the ancestor is willing to reward a bite of food.

The red list, that is, some capable people from non-governmental countries, they are either recruited into the authorities or stay in the people. They are seen as menacing. The authorities and other governments are generally relatively tolerant of their behavior, and they may have some privileges that ordinary people do not have.

And the white list, that's the guy the authorities will do their best to kill or capture. Of course, if you are caught, you will become a waste. They have either committed crimes that are horrific or unforgivable to those in power. Its status abroad can also be regarded as the gray list of the foreign black world, a piece of paper with gray bounty paper.

Let's take the simplest example.

Bai Yunfei, known as the first person on the white list, made the achievements of the authorities so far. His situation is just like the plot that appears in today's online novels. He led 30 death row prisoners with different minds who were about to be secretly executed by the authorities to "graduate" from the isolated Gobi Desert. Killed at least one regiment of armed SWAT officers on the way.

The Gobi Desert, a prison that the authorities declared non-existent, is commonly known as a national key university by the people of the road, and the people on the road are all college graduates who are afraid of the bandits. made the son of the gun god Bai Baogen, who was also ranked first on the white list and tenth on the gray list that year, become famous. It was respectfully called Yun Shao.

As for the black list. Now the crumbling No. 1 boss in Border City is only the 40th above. Some of the big guys on it, some of them haven't even heard of it. Even if you have heard of them, they may not be seen in the media or other channels. There are regulars on it, al-Qaeda leaders, mafia leaders, bosses behind the scenes of Yakuza, and some of the names that make people feel sore have been hung on it to a greater or lesser extent.

In the evening, KTV on the cloud near the school.

"Will you go to the University next week?" Roommate Yang Zibei smiled and lowered his head to touch the smart phone in his hand and said. One of their dormitories sat on a red sofa in a KTV room, inconspicuous in a crowd of only two microphones.

Xiao Ming on the side was so curious that he leaned his head over and was pushed away.

"Got a girl?"

"Hey, hey, hey." Yang Zi smiled, which can be regarded as an answer.

"There are no beauties in wealth, and there are no virgins in teachers." The little bird who had been playing mobile games on the side suddenly said leisurely, which made everyone laugh.

Zhao Qian sat on the side, he stuffed a green fruit into his mouth, and did not say anything. Only occasionally raised his head and looked at the birthday star who was sitting in the crowd not far away with a microphone, Chu Qiuyu. Also their squad leader. She invited the whole class to sing in a karaoke with a good atmosphere at a nearby school.

Cloud is quite famous in the border city, and it is sought after by students for its cleanliness. The shareholders behind it have extinguished a lot of ideas about where to go to smash the field.

"I want to touch your hair just a simple temptation, I want to give you a hug like I used to, okay?"

The speaker in the private room resounded with the affectionate and hoarse singing of the school grass Xie Yu, which was the legendary king of spare tires Xue Zhiqian's "Gentleman".

Xie Yu was not a classmate in their class, he came as a friend of the student union. But in this group of students who are all in the class, it is not embarrassing, but because of his handsomeness and wealth, he is very popular with the girls in the class.

"Go to the bathroom." Zhao Qian got up and motioned to the people on the side to let go.

"Together, together." Yang Zi, who had been playing with his mobile phone, also got up and followed.

Close the box door behind you. The ears are filled with singing voices in southern and northern tones, either pleasant or harsh. All of them show that business is booming here.

Walking to the hallway at the door of the bathroom, he stood there, watching, and suddenly stopped.

The muscles of his body suddenly tensed.

"What's wrong? Lao Zhao. Yang Zi behind him saw Zhao Qian, who stopped in front of him, and asked.

"It's fine."

He looked at the man who was leisurely by the sink again, like a tiger drinking by the river. Subconsciously lowering his guarded eyes, he passed by the figure and walked into the men's toilet next to him.

Murderous, that's what he felt from the man in casual clothes just now. Although he hides it well, at least ordinary people can't feel it. However, the smell of blood that penetrated deep into his bones could not be hidden, especially after Zhao Qian experienced what happened last night.

"Brother Feng?"

A man who came out of the toilet looked at the man pausing slightly by the sink.

"It's fine, it's just one thing that comes to mind."

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth was ugly, but the person next to him didn't dare to say it.

Today's events are just a whim plan of the old man, and it would be best if it succeeded, and it didn't matter if it failed. Moreover, in order to ensure success, these few of them are still fresh faces except for themselves.

When I came out of the toilet, the person was long gone.

Zhao Qian didn't think much about it, and walked back to their box with Yang Zi directly.

It has been replaced by someone else's singing, and the protagonist doesn't seem to be there. also disappeared, as well as Xie Yu.

"The squad leader is out, with Xie Yu."

Seeing them come back, Xiao Ming said. It's not so much to tell them, it's better to tell Zhao Qian.

The brothers in the same dormitory vaguely felt that Zhao Qian liked Chu Qiuyu.

"Hmm."

Zhao Qian didn't speak, and he didn't feel anything about that girl. I used to feel that he had a little better attitude towards himself than others, but that was nothing. That attitude was similar to that of his high school homeroom teacher who worked and studied part-time after knowing that he was an orphan.

Admire.

It has become a habit to subconsciously observe the words and feelings of the people around you.

Continuing to digest the fighting knowledge in the station scrolls, the noisy quarrel outside the door accompanied by the fierce fighting sound made the box quiet.

"Oh no." A classmate in the class who went out to the toilet ran into the box out of breath.

"The squad leader and Xie Yu's people got into a fight with a few hooligans who were drunk here."