Under the deep night sky, a crisp sound suddenly came from a certain street in the Southern District.

Click!

Experienced people from the South District would immediately understand with a prick of their ears that this was probably a petty thief who had broken the window of a certain house.

It's just that this kind of thing happens too much in the South District. People who understand it turn over and continue to sleep soundly, but people who don't understand it can't tell the difference.

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Standing in front of the window, Roang carefully used his arms wrapped in his shirt to sweep away the glass shards on the window in front of him, then looked around, twisted his body, and entered the house.

Put your feet on the floor and handle them gently.

As soon as I entered, my eyes scanned from both sides to avoid anyone ambushing me in advance.

Pulling the curtains behind him, Luo Ang frowned and carefully looked at his surroundings under the dim light.

Perhaps because of the lack of lighting, the electronic products in the room occasionally made strange noises in the dark.

After waiting for a while to make sure that no one was ambushing him, Luo Ang began to look around carefully.

The position where he came in should be in the kitchen.

Luo Ang confirmed this through the refrigerator next to it.

After realizing where he was, he intentionally made no sound. Then, with the moonlight outside, he opened the drawer of the locker, flipped through it, and pulled out a fruit knife and held it in his hand.

This is just in case.

Although Roang still didn't know the reason why Frank didn't show up as promised, he was already prepared for the worst.

That means the other party is likely to join forces with a certain street member and want to embezzle his own money!

No matter how cowardly Frank looks and how cowardly he behaves on the bus, he will never forget that this is a man who can take the initiative to injure himself just so that he can get paid without having to work after being diagnosed with a work-related injury!

Anyone who can intentionally harm his own body means that his bottom line for harming others will be even lower.

And a huge sum of money will make such people betray more quickly and with less psychological burden.

Therefore, Luo Ang needs to ensure that he has a weapon to protect himself when he will never face an adverse situation again.

In fact, he would rather have a pistol in his arms, or hold a Remington shotgun.

He has always believed that nothing is more deterrent than trolls at close range.

Anyone who faces being shot through the body by a shotgun will think rationally, but a pistol is not that much of a deterrent.

Under the influence of various movies and TV dramas, many black people with poor brains actually think that they can avoid being shot within a few meters of themselves?

Anyway, Luo Ang has passed a lot of black people. When faced with the shouts of the police detectives, he did not immediately put his hands on his head, but turned around and ran away...

Even if the 100-meter champion is present, don't expect to be able to run out of pistol shooting range before the police detectives react.

After a moment of silence for the anxiousness that black people sometimes show when their brains short-circuit in emergency situations, Luo Ang began to move slowly, exploring the movement in the room.

As he walked, he held the knife in his hand at his side.

Hold the handle of the knife tightly with four fingers, press the back of the knife with your thumb, and stab forward immediately when in danger.

This is what Luo Ang heard from an old man who was blind in one eye after he moved to 52nd Street.

According to the old man, at close range, a fruit knife is more useful than a kitchen knife or a stick.

This is what Luo Ang himself understood. The old man's original words were: 'It is the fastest to solve, especially the Japanese-style fish cutting knife. If it is stabbed into the stomach and rotated half a circle, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he will have to get down immediately.'

Well, when he said this, the old man gestured with his fingers in a decent manner, and then told Roang with great interest how painful and miserable the person who was stabbed would be...

From that day on, he knew that there must be a story about this old man who was blind in one eye and drank all day long.

When Luo Ang inquired about it, the old man only waved his hand and told him not to listen to his old things. It was meaningless...

After Luo Ang's family established a foothold on 52nd Street and was no longer harassed by street gangsters, he gave up further questioning and began to study hard, hoping to get rid of the South District that was seriously infested by the streets as soon as possible.

But fate plays tricks on people, and he unexpectedly broke into the world of the streets, and became more and more entangled.

When this BaZhao thing is over, I will leave all the bad things on the streets and leave the South District with my mother and the others!

With this thought in his mind, Luo Ang groped his way to the living room.

He leaned against the wall to avoid being attacked from behind. His eyes looked back and forth in the living room, and he quickly determined that there was no one here.

Since there is no one in the kitchen and living room, then...

He looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor.

Narrow and unable to see what’s going on above…

Luo Ang frowned, unwilling to go up like this.

He had watched many movies, in which characters would often be attacked and killed while going up the stairs after breaking into a room.

But if you don’t go up, you won’t see Frank on the first floor…

After exhaling, he slowly walked over. As soon as he stepped on it with his left foot, he heard the creak of the wooden board under him.

He immediately stopped and stared at the stairs for half a minute. When he found that no figure appeared, Luo Ang moved slowly.

It took him nearly ten minutes to reach the second floor through the stairs that used to take less than twenty seconds.

As usual, he scanned the area first and found no one. He was about to step forward when he suddenly tripped over something at his feet and stumbled forward.

Fortunately, Luo Ang rides a bike to and from school on weekdays, and works part-time delivering newspapers on weekends. His body balance is still very good. He can hold one hand on the wall and straighten his waist to stabilize his body.

Picking up the culprit that almost caused him to fall to the ground.

When you look closer, you can see that it is a stuffed toy shaped like an apple.

Children's toys...

Luo Ang thought of the black shadow he just saw on the second floor. It seemed that it must be Fiona's toy.

Putting the toy aside, he stood there and did not move forward immediately.

Although he stabilized his body before falling, the first sound was still quite loud. If there was someone on the second floor, then according to the normal reaction, he should come out now to check the situation.

After just waiting for a while, he still didn't see anyone.

Whether it's Frank, the alcoholic who should be here, or Fiona, the little girl I saw before, it seems like no one is there on the second floor.

Glancing sideways at the stairs behind him, Luo Ang knew that he needed to think about whether to continue trying to lurk when he was likely to have been discovered, or whether to act boldly.

After thinking for a moment, he clenched the knife tightly, and his cautious movements returned to normal. He no longer looked like a thief sneaking into the house, but shouted openly: "Fiona, are you there?"

Seeing that there was no reply, Luo Ang quickly came to a bedroom door, leaned against the wall, pushed open the door, quickly stretched his head to check, and after making sure that no one was there, he came to the door of the second bedroom.

As usual, I opened the door sideways and took a careful look, but there was still no one there.

Taking a breath, he came to the door of the last bedroom. He leaned against the wall and just opened the door when he heard a rapid breathing.

After realizing that there was someone in the room, Luo Ang did not come in immediately, but still visited first to make sure there was no one hiding behind the door holding a baseball bat, and then waited for him to go in and hit him.

The above method was what his family did when they encountered thieves for the third time after moving to 52nd Street.

That's what Luo Ang did when he discovered that there was a burglar in his home. He hid behind his own door and took action decisively as soon as the other party came in. That poor guy, after being slapped a few times by Luo Ang, heard that he even had a shadow of his bedroom at night.

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How can a person who is good at planning not be cautious?

Luo Ang boasted in his heart and waited for a while before turning around and entering the house.

At first glance, he was sure that the person in the room was Frank's daughter Fiona.

Finally found someone, she should know where her father is, right?
Chapter completed!