There weren't any superstars in the superstar bar, not even many customers, just a few small guys in the corner, these guys were thin, with their backs bent, like a huge cauldron, and they couldn't even reach the back of the sofa by their necks when they leaned on the sofa. On the side, there was a balding fat man in green with long hair on the back, holding a bundle of German dark beer on his left and right, hanging a white cloth around his neck in his right hand, his forearms twisted in an incredible state, and his eyes were fiercely looking at the TV in front of him.

In the TV, the camera rotated one after another, and the Mostapha 61 gong in the lens was running wildly in the building, and the fat man and the blonde knife man in yellow clothes and blue pants kept blocking the way, at this time, many red minions and green minions around the fat man were shouting: "Kill him, kill him, kill him!" ”

If you look closely, you will find that this bar is simply a wounded barracks, and the fat man here is the wounded, and the minions next to him are the wounded, and there are more than a dozen wounded like them. And the little bean-like guys were like guards guarding the wounded, sitting on the couch and laughing, and every laugh brought displeasure to the fat man and the minions.

"Hey, why are we guarding these guys who have been beaten down by Mostafa? Why not go to the mansion and fight Mostafa? Xiao Douding glanced at the fat man arrogantly, and continued: "This group of guys who can only defeat the enemy with their mouths is really disgusting to watch. ”

Another little bean Ding saw the stitches and said, "Are you talking about 'ventriloquism'?" ”

The two looked at each other, and suddenly burst out into a rampant laugh.

The fat man suddenly stood up, looked at them with his half-bald head on his face of anger, and roared, "What are you talking about, damn bed bugs. ”

The two little beans glanced at the other sofa blocked by the curtain, jumped up very confidently, and stood on the sofa and was not as tall as the fat man, but bravely pointed at the fat man and scolded: "That's right, we are bed bugs, but we are not deserters." Where are the elite among you, Arturo and Brooklyn? Why didn't you show up in the building to fight, so you guys, what right do you have to criticize our figure! ”

Crunch!

Touch!!!

Just as the fat man was about to rush over, there was a dagger stuck in the floor of the bar, and a very ordinary straight-edged dagger was stuck on the floor and kept shaking.

At this moment, a force suddenly came out of the place that was covered by the curtain, and the curtain was slightly grabbed and pulled out hard, click!

The curtain fell to the ground, and in the already separate area, the tearful woman with makeup on her face lay on the couch and raised her buttocks, kneeling on the ground as if she were praying, and from time to time trembling and saying, "Get out of my bar...... I beg you to leave. ”

Syllable.

Behind him stood a blonde but naked man, shrugging and moving, with a strange rhythm as if he were concussive and deadly, and every time his body hit, he made a 'pop, pop' sound, until he showed a very satisfied expression, and then he lifted his pants and walked out of there, without looking at the woman on the sofa again.

The golden-haired blue-clothed knife hand carried a dart bag full of daggers on his shoulder, slowly pulled the zipper of his pants, walked directly to the fat man and said, "Fatty, if you are not afraid of dying in the hands of my flying knife, try to move my people!" ”

The smell of gunpowder on both sides is very strong, and there is a posture that a big war is about to break out.

Empty.

The door of the bar was quickly slammed open, and the body of a red-clad minion appeared inside the bar, shouting loudly: "Oh no, Hannah 61 Dundee has invaded from within the city!" ”

The minions who rushed in shouting quickly chose to shut up when they saw the scene in the bar, and naturally stood behind the fat man.

The blue coat raised his hand in his hand, as if to greet some important person, and said, "Look, our hero, Brooklyn is here!" ”

The little beans burst into laughter, and the laughter was like a knife piercing the fat man's ear.

This fat man's name is Trosso, and he is Arturo's best friend, Xu Qinglou has long known that this bar is a gathering place, and he pretended to be panicked in order to lure Trosso out and then kill him. But now that this place has become a wounded barracks, Xu Qinglou doesn't have to spend so much energy, but the hateful thing is that this wounded barracks is still guarded.

"Brooklyn, you'd better sue me Arturo and the reason why you don't take part in the fight!"

The fat man grabbed Xu Qinglou's shirt with one hand, lifted it up instantly, rushed forward directly, and slammed it against the wall of the bar to stop.

Xu Qinglou's pitiful health value suddenly dropped half of it under this blow, his eyes began to blur, and his hands and feet began to weaken, just like a natural reaction after half of the blood in his veins disappeared.

"Troso, what do you mean that we didn't participate in the battle, could it be that blocking Hannah 61 Dundee is not a battle? Then you sue me, why did Arturo and his brothers die, and only I escaped to find reinforcements! Xu Qinglou was hoarse and roared loudly.

He had to shout, to act out the state of a wronged person.

The fat man was just about to say something, when the blue coat began to slowly approach: "Hey, Trosso, interrogation, I'm better than you." ”

Xu Qinglou's lies are a bit lame, if Dundee 61 Hannah invades, why don't you go to the headquarters building and start the invasion from Castle in the Sea, isn't it crazy? Such a lie can't even be deceived by a fat man, and even the villa is an extremely shrewd blue-clothed knife hand. However, Xu Qinglou has his own plans, he just wants to trick the blue-clothed knife man he just saw to lie, as long as he comes to interrogate himself, then he will have a chance to kill him!

The fat man slowly retreated, and the person in front of Xu Qinglou changed, and when the blue-clothed master slowly squatted down, he pulled out a dagger from the dart bag on his shoulder: "I won't ask you any important questions, let's talk about something else." I played a very unhappy woman just now, why don't we talk about who is the coolest woman in your life? ”

Hit your own psychological defenses? Xu Qinglou thought about it like this, I was afraid that no matter whether he answered or not, the knife in his hand would be inserted into him, and I was afraid that only if he took the initiative to return to the topic they wanted to know, this kind of torture-like interrogation would stop, right?

After seeing through the blue-clothed knife hand's strategy, Xu Qinglou calculated indifferently: Fat man, three meters away from him, after killing the knife hand, I am afraid that he will be the first to be attacked by the other party, plus his own health is half left, and when he enters the first scene of the scene, his health is extremely low and he has no skills, and he is likely to be killed in an instant. Behind the fat man is exactly the same minions as himself, and they are all wounded, so there is no need to worry, and he is also sent to death when he rushes over. I'm afraid that the little monkeys on the side are in a lot of trouble, not to mention their speed, the key problem is...... They have grenades!

When Xu Qinglou was thinking about it, the blue-clothed knife hand spoke again: "In this way, I will say it first, and you will continue to speak according to my logic and format." Trosso, you say the third, and then your brothers, whoever doesn't say who the woman in his life is who makes him the coolest, I'll kill him at once. After saying this, he turned his head to look at Xu Qinglou and said, "Is it fair?" ”

"Okay, let me start by saying that the woman who made me the happiest was November 16th last year, and her name was, Natasha, that woman...... Hahaha. Then he threw the dagger out of his hand, and after a few weeks of spinning, the handle still fell back into his hand.

Xu Qinglou was in the mood to talk to him about this, and when he was thinking about how to deal with the enemy, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest, and the dagger of the blue-clothed knife hand stabbed into his chest, and his health value was only one-third in an instant.

"I say!"

Only then did the blue-clothed knife hand stop, and after blood appeared on Xu Qinglou's chest, he spoke: "Natasha, November 15th last year!" ”

The blue-clothed knife hand was stunned for a moment, and glanced back at the fat man, who was covering his mouth and laughing, but his laughter was too loud.

The fat man seemed to have misunderstood something under the sharp gaze of the blue-clothed knife hand, and suddenly remembered that he was the second to speak, and opened his mouth to answer: "Natasha, November 14th last year. ”

How could the minions who finally found a chance to sparse this group of people give up, and one by one scrambled to speak: "Natasha, November 13th last year. ”

"Natasha, November 12th last year......"

“……”

Xu Qinglou rolled his eyes, he didn't expect his unintentional mistake to lead to such an end, poor Natasha.