readx;?“ Master?" Gu Fan frowned, both for his Chinese pronunciation and for the irresponsibility of the Japanese police. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He remembered that Van Luntai had shot with his Polaris. Isn't that proof, and why was it given back to him?

"Yes, master. Isn't that what you have the ability to call it?" said the young man, sitting down in his seat beside him.

Gu Fan nodded and asked him, "What are you doing here?"

"God, of course. The young man said excitedly, "Don't you know? ”

Under the introduction of the young man, Gu Fan also knew that he had only disappeared for a month, and there had been three battles between humans and gods on the earth.

The first time, of course, was the time before the formation of Tamamo.

The second time, the United States asked Japan to give a reason, and the Japanese Self-Defense Forces appeared and were completely destroyed.

After beating the Japanese brother, of course the American uncle is going to take action.

Thinking that the Soviet Union had attacked, the United States urgently transferred three aircraft carrier battle groups, including Kitty Hawk and Washington, and continued to do so.

The continued transfer came to an abrupt halt, when the U.S. military saw a black fog, who entered and who died.

"The whole world knows about this?" asked Gu Fan.

"How could it be. The United States is blockading!" The young man said, "I'm proud," and asked me about it.

It's just that the people in the car, how could the agents of Lao Mei watch someone leak state secrets.

"Sir, you are suspected of leaking state secrets, come with us!" an agent pulled out his ID.

"CIA?" Seeing the documents, the young man was not only not afraid, but became excited. "I knew it. Your presence confirms my suspicions. You can't catch me, though. I am a special correspondent for freedom of the press. The people have the right to know the facts!"

Non-US camps, or those with personal grudges, all laughed.

It's so coke! The CIA is a spy. But after making a move, I found out that he was a resident of his country and a journalist.

Schadenfreude or something, they said there was no pressure.

The newcomer who came forward was extremely embarrassed.

The law enforcement powers of the United States are very complex, not only at home and abroad, but also by nationality and occupation.

To put it simply, an American journalist who has no law enforcement powers.

That's a problem.

It's not that he can't enforce the law, but it's very harmful to him to do so. This is not yet the era after 911, the revision of the Fa.

He doesn't have so much power, but if he does this, the news media will not let him go, but he takes the initiative to provoke the news media, which must be a lot of death!

Of course, American law is not so perfect, so impersonal.

But when he thought about it, he really couldn't think of any background he had. As for their own units.

Well, if he crosses the line, the system will not shield him. Falling into the well, more likely.

So if human affection is not good, what about the law?

If you know a barrister, a lawyer, and say that the white is black, it is also okay.

It's a pity that it doesn't matter if it's a barrister or a lawyer. He knew people, but they liked Franklin more.

After a quick calculation in his mind, when he had no chance of winning at all, he saw Gu Fan.

His eyes lit up, and his heart said: This is okay.

He just stretched out his ID, but he didn't say that his ID was for the young man. You can also give this yellowmonkey!

He made up his mind in his heart, and before he could speak, Gu Fan opened his mouth first: "Stop." ”

"Hah! I want to run away now, yellowmonkey, don't you think it's too late? Don't stop, it's the CIA catching a spy!" he excitedly flashed his ID.

Gu Fan looked at him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. Instead of shooting at it directly, he flicked a coin in his hand, hit the driver's knee and hit the brakes.

At the same time, it was even more lively outside. First the car in front of it crashed and flew up, and then the car behind dodged, one of the big truck drivers slammed the steering wheel, and the steel bars on the car flew up all of a sudden, scattering flowers in the air and falling continuously.

Then Gu Fan looked at the CIA beside him.

The yellow-haired Cias didn't know what Gu Fan was looking at, but he saw it quickly.

"Bang!"

A steel bar shot straight into the car.

The front glass of the bus shattered in an instant as if it didn't exist.

CIA turned his head and watched as the steel shot at him, into his own eyes, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do but wait for death.

The rebar shot into his left eye and took him away. Hit the back window and flew out.

"Bao!"

At this time, the talent in the car reacted, and Huang Mao's partner stood up and went directly to pull out the gun.

"Pete. The woman next to him stopped him and said, "It's none of his business." He didn't dodge when the steel bar flew. ”

Gu Fan listened quietly and looked at her.

This woman turned out to be an expert in micro-expressions.

It's just that how could she know that even if the steel bar was shot at Gu Fan, Gu Fan could easily change its direction, and how could she dodge it?

"Hmph, you're in luck!" Pete was persuaded.

Instead of pulling out his gun, he got out of the car and went to see his partner.

"I'm sorry!" he was a little excited. On the contrary, the micro-expression expert was very polite to Gu Fan and seemed to be very jealous.

"No, I don't. They should actually thank you. Gu Fan said calmly.

A "sorry", if it works, there will be no racial discrimination in this world.

The people in this car should really be thankful for this micro-expression expert, as well as the "Grim Reaper".

Gu Fan has read the analysis of novels such as "The Grim Reaper is Coming", in "The Grim Reaper is Coming", of course, the more people the Grim Reaper wants to kill, the more people live, the better.

Gu Fan also thinks so, after all, the more people who survive, the longer the time interval between this next wave, and the safer his aunt will be.

However, this does not mean that Gu Fan will not dare to face this "god of death".

If it hadn't been designed by the Grim Reaper at that time, this car of people would have been buried because of Huang Mao's racial discrimination.

In order to avoid trouble and kill a car of people, Gu Fan also did not have the slightest psychological pressure.

The micro-expression expert obviously didn't understand Gu Fan's mentality, but she saw Gu Fan's difference.

No, it's not different, it's similar.

The encirclement and suppression of the U.S. military was not without effect, for example, a reporter accompanying the army took a photo in front of Tamamo.

There are always a bunch of people with extraordinary luck in the world, especially the reporters who accompany the army, if they are unlucky, they are really dead.

Since this lucky person photographed Yuzao, the US military naturally sent a large group of experts to write a psychological profile of him.

The conclusion is that different lives, different levels, and a disregard for lower beings, such as man.

And Ji Anli is also one of them, and those ruthless eyes are deeply rooted in her soul.

So when Gu Fan used to look at them "at a glance", she also noticed Gu Fan's danger at the same time.

"May I ask who you are? no, no...... No mistake, we're not investigating you. We just want to thank you. If you hadn't yelled to stop, we'd all be dead. She looked at the rows of steel bars stuck diagonally into the ground in front of her, and her heart palpitated.

"Worthy of being an expert!" Gu Fan smiled and muttered to himself. (To be continued.) )