Zhou Shu solved Fu Siyan's matter and returned to the rented place, and found that only one person from the knife killing team was watching over there with a phone, so he asked Fu Siyan's whereabouts.

"Soaking up the sun on the balcony. The knife kill team replied.

Zhou Shu nodded, "Let her continue to dry, I bought strawberries, let's eat some." What are you doing with your phone?"

The knife killing team showed off her mobile phone, and she was watching the Chinese forum of the hero platform, in which a group of killers who could use Chinese nationality and unknown origin were chatting about a topic that seemed interesting.

Zhou Shu looked at the topic and felt that the knife killing team in front of him could also participate in this discussion, so he asked her, "You were also trained by your father alone, in the mountains?"

This post is to discuss the experiences and mental journeys of killers who have been trained in the mountains and deserts far from the city since childhood, and when they first came into contact with modern society.

There is a high-volume ID who said with a cheap smile in emoji that when she just came to the city from the snowy mountains to return to society, she was like a primitive person, and her relationship with her classmates and neighbors was very tense. The female killer said that her clumsiness and ignorance caused a lot of trouble, but this was temporary, and she said that she was like the protagonist in such a movie, relying on her skills and psychological qualities that she had trained over the years to win the recognition and respect of those around her.

There is an ID below this reply that seems to know this female killer, and he complained very facelessly, "Those are your fantasies, return to reality, murderers, you have no friends, your classmates and neighbors have been killed by you." ”

The female killer made a playful expression and replied, "Oops, you guessed it." ”

What a boring bunch of people...... Zhou Shu stared at the knife killing team, waiting for her reply. The little girl's answer was simply amazing, "I haven't returned to society yet, I haven't been to school or a neighbor." ”

Yes...... Master Zhou sighed. The child seems to be just a ghost wandering around the city, without her own social circle, and society has nothing to do with her. She is like living in a forest of steel and concrete, although she believes in the law of the jungle, she has her own justice.

Living in the Jungle of Steel...... Zhou Shu remembered the three lynx sisters and brothers in Baiyue Kingdom, they were still staying at the sick princess when they left, and they didn't know what was going on now.

The topic comes back to this post. Judging from the information on the reply ID, it seems that the number of female killers far outnumber that of men.

"It's because girls are more emotional and willing to come and speak in this type of post, right?" Zhou Shu guessed.

The knife killing team said that this is not the case, "women are more suitable for assassination than men, and most of the killers' killing methods are assassination, so there are many organizations that train women to be killers." She didn't finish her sentence, and there was the second half. But she was a little embarrassed to say that.

When Master Zhou saw her and stopped, he probably guessed that she wanted to say that most of the assassins were men. Women are more qualified for this kind of work than male killers on the basis of their physical costs.

In fact, there is another point that the knife killing team wants to say, that is, if a woman cannot be cultivated into a qualified killer, she will be sold to a rich man as a bodyguard and lover, and the loss of training failure is smaller for the organization that trains killers.

Although there are a large number of female killers, the most powerful group of killers has a male-to-female ratio of 73 in terms of gender, with men accounting for the majority. This is mainly due to the fact that the strongest killers usually rely on the assault ability of a man with a gun to sweep through a barracks, rather than a sneaky assassination.

There were a lot of replies to that post, and many killers posted their valuable experiences. There are some killers who are quite humorous and have great narration skills, and what they write is interesting to read. Zhou Shu read it for a while, and was gradually aroused to read. Then this hope was disturbed by Fu Siyan, who broke into the house in a panic. When this woman opened her mouth, she frightened Zhou Shu.

"Someone's secretly taking pictures of your house!"

Fu Siyan was basking in the sun outside and thinking about her thoughts, but by chance she found a person with a left-handed camera and a right-hand camera, with a long gun and a short cannon pointed at her side.

Master Zhou's eyesight-strengthening jelly bean went down, and immediately leaned down on the window next to the bed, opened a little curtain and looked in the direction pointed by Fu Siyan. It doesn't matter. Master Zhou was happy. He originally thought that he had killed someone and was discovered by Jingcha, but he didn't expect that the person who was secretly photographed was just a young man in his twenties, although he had never seen this person, but he could guess what was going on from the person's appearance.

The young man's crooked appearance is clearly the male youth version of Wu Lijuan's woman. This young man is Wu Lijuan's son, absolutely right.

"Genetics are really magical. Zhou Shu, a liberal arts student, sighed, grabbed a coin and bounced it out along the crack in the window, hitting the opponent's SLR lens. "Okay, this shot of a thousand dollars is scrapped. ”

"That's amazing...... "The two women watching with their butts crossed on the bed said in unison. In their opinion, at least fifty meters apart, using finger force and coins to blow up the camera, this ability alone is enough to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate.

Master Zhou climbed out of bed and patted his palms very easily, and the two girls were still over there admiring the candid photographer holding their shots and crying. Facing these two round and warped buttocks, Zhou Shu wanted to slap them together with both hands. Ever since he had the Book of Calling, he found that he had become more improper, and his attitude towards women had changed and he had become frivolous.

The man fled. Fu Siyan reminded: "Aren't you going to chase it?"

"Let him go. Zhou Shu put himself in a rocking chair and shook it rhythmically, he didn't think that an ugly son of a bad woman could bring him any trouble-

At about 8 o'clock in the night, there was a robbery in a jewelry store in the city. The robbers were a group of four, all armed with knives, one of whom also carried an earthen pistol. Because a clerk risked his life to pull down Jingbao, the robbers' actions did not succeed and were blocked by two passing cars.

The excellent clerk of the jewelry store was beheaded in front of Jingcha by the gangsters, who threatened to kill someone every ten minutes if Jingcha did not leave. At eight o'clock in the evening, there were only a few store staff in the jewelry store who were busy with the New Year's book, and killing one in ten minutes was only enough to kill for more than an hour.

The inspectors were very stubborn, and like the Americans, they insisted that they would not negotiate with the terrorists, and half an hour later, three of the hostages lost their whole heads.

It's all in one place. When all the sniper rifles in the city were aimed at the same building, the captain of the Municipal Criminal Elite Brigade appeared at the scene of the incident with a man with a fine hat covering his face.

"I'm, now turning on a fine light is the same as driving a fake, there is no intersection along the way that is not blocked, and a car that gives way is not TM!"

The limited number of taxis in this small city is largely due to the congestion in the city.

Zhou Yi cursed. After he heard that four of the hostages had died, he no longer cared about his position as the leader of the torture brigade. Not to mention that nearly forty of his old friend's security company died in one go, even if the death of these four people in front of him was enough for the city leaders to take him down.

Recalling the conscience-destroying things he did in order to be promoted, but now they are empty, Zhou Yi rushed in with Yang Yihong beside him as soon as he didn't fight.

A minute later, Yang Yihong's fine clothes were covered in blood, and he was helped out by Zhou Yi in a fake way. Then he picked a fine car and sent it away without saying a word. A group of people who don't know why, what is it, their captain rushed in single-handedly, and rushed out again with a soak of urine. Walk through the city gates?

Soon, the hostages fled from the main gate with tears of horror and joy on their faces, and Jingcha realized that the gangsters had been eliminated by their own captain.

But who was the colleague who was shot?

Zhou Yi was not ready to be the captain at all, and when he was stuck on the road, the criticism calls from the city bureau came one after another. After single-handedly eliminating the gangsters, the city bureau's criticism calls continued one after another, and the leaders took on a paternalistic tone. blamed Zhou Yi for engaging in personal heroism and disregarding the safety of people's lives. Ignoring the lives of his brothers.

"Fuck you cuckoo cuckoo. "The director of the Municipal Inspection Bureau has the nickname of a cuckoo, which was given by Zhou Yi. His head was full of mush, and for the first time, he hung up the phone of his boss. "It's a big deal, anyway, Mayor Li intended to introduce me to the provincial security department a long time ago and serve as a bodyguard for the provincial leaders. I'm going to the provincial city to do it, where can't the manly husband eat?"

Yang Yihong rubbed his chest in the passenger seat. A bullet had just been stuck in his ribs and was now left in his body, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"How's that, can you spit it out?". Zhou Yi said with concern.

"It's not a big problem, it's really not okay, you can help me get a knife when you go home, I have anesthetics at home. ”

"Or throw it away. You won't get sick anyway. ”

Yang Yihong was accustomed to Zhou Yi's strength, so he didn't mention this stubble again with a flat mouth, but changed the topic.

"Old Zhou, what's that. ”

"There is something to say. ”

"Uh...... Then I'll say it. Yang Yihong's rare expression was swallowed, "That, anyway, your position is about to be taken off, right......?"

"It's my business whether I masturbate or not, you speak happily, as if you are going to propose to me. ”

Yang Yihong gritted his teeth, ", I didn't vomit when I proposed to Xiaofen, okay!"

"yes, and then I was beaten, wasn't it? ”

"But now it's all me hitting her, in bed. ”

Zhou Yi said proudly: "I have also beaten." ”

"Forget it, don't mention her. The two men spoke in unison.

The two brothers have the same preference for women, and they are also excellent runners in marathon love. It's a pity that there is something wrong with the woman they like, or not so serious. Rather than a stuffy Chinese who are fanatical and obsessed with 'sex' but are ashamed to mention it, Xiaofen is more like the kind of Nordic who uses the words 'Hi, the X-handed duì of the Salander family duì are you going?' as a good morning greeting.

I fell in love with this kind of woman, and maintained this weird relationship until the age of its establishment...... This kind of experience and life is really impossible for two men to show off.

Zhou Yi began to feel impatient with his old friend, "What are you going to do?"

"No. I just want you to help me abuse my power, anyway, you're almost at the end of your job, so you might as well help me before you die. (To be continued......)