In terms of street fighting, Lu Xiang is a well-deserved expert.

She is a model of the bureau's leading soldiers, always rushing to the first in a street fight, and the elite of the special operations team admires her.

I'm afraid it's hard for you to find someone in District 17 who is better than Lu Xiang's fighting ability.

But after hearing Song Lan's inquiry, Lu Xiang raised strong questions.

In her impression, Song Lan has never fought a battle on a par with each other, and it is not an exaggeration to describe her as a rookie in the field of street fighting.

And more importantly......

"Can your waist take it?"

Lu Xiang asked on the other end of the phone.

In the 17th arrondissement, there is also a threshold for being a street gangster, and during the peak period of criminal power, gang members also try to strengthen themselves every day.

Taking illegal drugs, transplanting an unknown prosthetic body from the black market, or soaking in the gym all day, exercising day in and day out can make them a punch and a house.

And Song Lan, let alone going to the gym, letting him go out for a run is like killing him.

"Grappling and over-the-shoulder throws take a long time to practice, and novices can use these techniques not only to make a difference, but also to twist their waists easily."

"Wait, I'll ask first."

As he spoke, Song Lan looked at the 'nothingness' who was eavesdropping on the side, and he seemed to be very interested in the relationship between Song Lan and Lu Xiang.

"Lao Lu asked you, how is your waist?"

"General."

"That's not going to work."

After the two exchanged glances, Song Lan understood.

"Nothingness" is now the appearance of a middle-aged man, his muscles don't seem to be developed, and he is the type of being punched by gangsters when he walks on the street, and it is difficult for him to imagine the picture of "Nothingness" fighting with others.

In the final analysis, he and "Nothingness" are in the same lineage, and they are both health-care players.

If you put it in the game, it should all belong to the mage class.

"Lao Lu, I asked, he also has back pain, leg cramps, and maybe old cold legs, do you have any hand-to-hand combat skills suitable for the elderly."

Why do older people go to fight with street gangsters?

Can't you just stay at home and watch TV and play on the computer?

Song Lan's topic always filled Lu Xiang's heart with doubts, but for the sake of Song Lan's waist, she had to persuade the other party to give up this unrealistic idea, saying, "It's 2167 now. ”

"Huh?"

"If you can't beat someone in hand-to-hand combat, you can use a weapon or a prosthetic body."

This is the choice of the absolute majority of company people, and it is also the secret of their ability to easily kill the provocative gangsters while staying in the air-conditioned room every day, "There should be a gun shop in Lute City, right?" It's much more useful to go there and buy two guns than to spend an afternoon figuring out your fighting skills. ”

“…… Lao Lu, are you really sure? ”

Song Lan still remembers that the last time she used a gun, she accidentally injured the actor invited by Guan Lili to film, and it is said that Kolo Pictures also compensated others for 50,000 watts of recuperation expenses, and since then, Guan Lili has never dared to let him touch the gun.

"That's a real problem."

Lu Xiang on the other end of the phone also fell into deep thought.

Recently, she discovered that Song Lan has some kind of magical quality, and in some unimportant actions, the success rate is much higher without him.

After a few moments, she thought of a temporary solution, "When the time comes, you can pretend to shoot, and then secretly use psionic energy to take them down, and when the fight starts, the scene is chaotic, and no one should notice this." ”

"Understood, any other suggestions?"

"After you two go in, you go to the front."

She came up with this idea, but Lu Xiang was worried about the personal safety of Song Lan's friend, "In case it really gets into a fight, you and him occupy a corner, don't overlap each other." ”

……

"How?"

'Nothingness' overheard the conversation between Song Lan and Lu Xiang throughout the whole process, but still pretended to be curious and asked.

To be honest, he heard this phone call in a fog, and he vaguely felt that Lu Xiang seemed to be worried about Song Lan's gun, but he didn't know what had happened to cause her to be so frightened.

Another suspicion lies in how Song Lan found out that he had old cold legs.

Could it be that this guy is really a detective?

"Lao Lu suggested that we go to the gun shop and buy some weapons to defend ourselves."

"It's simple, the Chamber of Commerce has a gun shop in the industry in Lute City, and I've wanted to give it a try for a long time."

For him, guns are interesting little toys, and he never found a chance to use them before Song Lan came to the Oasis.

After all, the echoes of the upper world need to maintain a sense of mystery at all times, so that believers can't figure out his mind, and when he stays with Song Lan, he doesn't need to worry about these at all.

"You still use a gun?"

"What's so hard about that? Just look at it. ”

“…… Where did you see it? ”

Song Lan suddenly had a hint of foreboding.

"Didn't there be a very popular movie a few years ago, it was made by Chloe Films, the story is about a top killer who encountered a plot in his own home, and the attacker killed his dog, prompting him to embark on a career of revenge."

"Nothingness" empathizes with the movie, especially after the protagonist's dog is killed.

If someone killed the crickets he had worked so hard to cultivate, he would definitely be furious and raze the murderer and the entire city he was in.

"I remembered when you mentioned it, and when we go to the gun shop, we'll go to the Chamber of Commerce's clothing store to buy two suits."

…………………………………

On the other side, the Cloud String Hotel.

The cleaner pushed the cart to the room at the end of the hallway, and she was already surprised by the occasional groans of pain in the closed room, and only knocked on the door when the knocking inside had stopped.

The "cargo" had been transported from the post station outside of Root early this morning, and then twisted into the Skeleton Gang.

A moment later, the door to the room was opened, and the man who opened it had a menacing face and two conspicuous scars on his face.

"Bathroom, go clean up."

The air was filled with the smell of smoke mixed with blood.

In the living room of the room, the leader of these people handed over a black suitcase to the middle-aged man.

If Song Lan was here, he would recognize at a glance that the middle-aged man was talking in the car and handed him the mineral water that had been unscrewed.

The man is a regular guest at the Cloud String Inn and one of the Skull Gang's key partners.

Almost one-third of the "goods" that were sent to the hotel were sent by them, and today the price of this "goods" is much higher than that of ordinary "goods".

Because it was the high-end goods of the coalition government, the city people with fine skin and tender meat, and the smell of blood in the room meant that the people of the Skeleton Gang couldn't wait to inspect the goods.

It is a tradition of the Skeletons to hate the Coalition Staff, but anyone who knows anything about Root City will not have any illusions of making a fortune in this city.

The cleaner pulled up the trolley in front of the toilet door, and when it was opened, there was an obese man lying in a pool of blood, who looked to have just fainted, his body still twitching unconsciously.

The wound was concentrated in the place of his knee, judging from the condition of the wound, this leg was probably about to fall disabled, and next to the fat man was a group of men who had been stripped of their shirts and covered with bruises, they were all trembling with fear after witnessing what happened to the man, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Half an hour ago, the Skeletons had already sent out the first batch of sorted goods, and the rest were crooked melons and cracked dates—at least in the eyes of the Skeletons, and the fat man who had collapsed on the ground had unfortunately been used to make an example of the monkeys.

The cleaner slowly took out the simple first aid tools from the cart, lowered his voice, and said, "Don't make a sound, and don't think about going back, it will be easier." ”

She skillfully tended to the fat man's wounds, and although she knew that what she was telling was a lie, all she could do was comfort the unfortunate ones a little.

Whether they were sold out of their own will or resold could no longer change their doomed end.

"Useless people" is the label that the Skull Gang puts on inferior goods.

Without skills and disobedience, their organs may be auctioned off on the black market in the oasis in a few days.

Once the wound is treated, the blood stains on the floor are cleaned.

That's what she does every day, at first she was tormented by the eyes of these people, but now, she's numb.

They are not destined to see each other again.

"Knock ——!"

The muffled sound coming from the living room brought the cleaner to a halt for a moment, followed by a burst of screams and curses.

"Scarface, you're crazy!"

The sudden turn of events made the cleaner's heart rise to his throat, and the knocking outside the toilet door did not stop there, and the swearing quickly turned into begging for mercy, this was the first time she had encountered a conflict between human traffickers and the Skeleton Gang in all her years of working at the Cloud String Hotel.

"Do your job, don't look around!"

The force behind him caused the cleaner to fall to the ground, his trouser legs and hands covered in blood on the ground.

The Skull Gang member guarding the door kicked her and said viciously, "Are you tired of being alive?" ”

……

The commotion in the living room continued, and the cleaner hurriedly wiped the blood from the ground, but he could still hear the vicious voice of the leader of the Skull Gang, "I think I've explained it clearly enough, but the 'goods' you brought to me don't seem to have the one I specified." ”

"Well, that kid is too cunning, but don't worry, he was shot while he was running away, and my men have already chased him, and he will never escape...... Yes! ”

Another scream.

Even without looking, the cleaner can guess what's going on in the living room.

The trafficker's arm is pinned to the table by the Skull Gang so that the leader can break the bones of his hand with a hammer.

"We want to live, live! If that kid dies......"

"Boss!"

The threat was interrupted by a knock on the door, and a panicked innkeeper burst in, "Two suspicious figures have come to the hotel, and they're asking around about the archaeologist!" ”

Scarface took a deep breath and calmed himself.

After a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Tonight, if you still can't bring him tonight, go to the garbage treatment plant and report." ”

With that, Scarface gestured to the younger brother to keep an eye on the people in the room, and followed the hotel staff downstairs.

The two suspicious characters mentioned by the staff were very conspicuous.

Suits and leather shoes, this kind of outfit is not often seen in the city of Rut, especially in this neighborhood.

Because this is the territory of the Skull Gang, the suit and leather shoes are always subconsciously reminiscent of the company people of the coalition government.

No one wants to touch the Skull Gang in Root.

When Scarface sees the two, they are sitting across from a guest, asking for something.

The guest noticed Scarface's arrival, and immediately got up with a weak heart, and without even saying a word of goodbye, hurried towards the outside of the hotel.

He took over from the customer and sat across from them.

"I heard you're asking about an archaeologist?"

"Yes, you've seen her?"

Song Lan was overjoyed and asked, "Someone has seen her come here." ”

"Yes, depending on who you are."

Scarface said ambiguously, "You're a private detective, and the Chamber of Commerce sent you?" ”

The high-risk profession of private detective is rare in the city of Root, as an oasis border city with mixed forces, and those who like to listen to secrets tend to die the fastest.

"No, we are her friends, she has been missing for several days, and her family cares about her."

"Oh, friend."

Scarface winked at the hotel staff, who immediately walked to the front desk in understanding, "I hate dishonest ......"

"Bang ——!"

In response to Scarface, a gunshot rang out.

The sound of a nearby gunshot froze him for a moment, and it was about a long time before the sharp pain in his knee made him bow down and cover his wounds.

Just now, someone shot him in the knee in the Skull Gang's territory!

However, Scarface's unexpected picture appeared.

"You're sick!"

The young man who was talking to him just now stood up and angrily scolded his partner, "What are you shooting him for?!" ”

At the moment when the gunshots rang out, Song Lan felt that her blood pressure had broken through the sky.

It's like when you're watching the plot and considering the dialogue, and your teammates rush up and stab the NPC without warning, forcing both sides to jump straight to the start of the war!

"He's not a good guy!"

"I know, don't you see that I'm trying to lobby for a peaceful solution?"

Scarface's eyes widened.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

In this situation, he should have put aside his cruel words and told the two men with a cruel smile that they were doomed, and that he would make sure that their deaths would be long and painful, but when the two of them had an argument, he found that he could not interject at all.

"Don't worry, I've already figured it out."

"You're just an assistant, it's not something you should worry about."

"You take a look at this first."

In front of Song Lan and Scarface, Nothingness took out a pen from the pocket of his suit.

Before Scarface could react, he was pressed his head against the table, and he felt the lead of the pen touch his ear, hovering near his eardrum.

Nothingness coughed lightly and asked, "I'll ask you again now, have you ever seen an archaeologist, female, less than 30 years old, with long wavy curly hair, and you only have one chance to answer, otherwise you should know what I'll do with this pen." ”

The small theater of its two hundred and fifty-five:

Wednesday, afternoon, year, month, day

Before the end of work, Lu Xiang left the counterintelligence department early and came to Song Lan's office.

This behavior immediately aroused Song Lan's vigilance, he took off his headphones, and the swivel chair subconsciously stepped back a few times.

"What are you afraid of, I won't eat you again?"

Lu Xiang noticed his movements and said.

"It's hard to say."

In the past week, Song Lan suffered greatly because of the dice game, which made him have a psychological shadow for this kind of game since then.

"Really, I don't lie to you, I have something to do today."

"Okay, you just stand over there and say."

The back of the swivel chair was already against the wall of the office.

"The council just had a meeting, and next week the crew of Kolo Films will come to the various departments to get the material, and they want to make a film that reflects the various departments of the coalition government."

"Okay, I see."

"I'm not done yet, the council is now very worried about you and the fishing culture you have brought with you, and they want all departments to maintain a good image in the film."

"Hmm."

"So from now until next week, we will conduct surprise spot checks, and this time the punishment for fishing at work is very high."

"Lao Lu, you still have something to say."

Song Lan was too familiar with Lu Xiang, and he had already seen through the other party's ill-intentioned eyes.

"Okay." Lu Xiang didn't hide it either, and said, "Throw 25 points to bribe the discipline examiner, come on!" ”