"I've said a long time ago that if you surrender, I may be able to spare your life."

Zhong Wenze had an innocent expression and loosened his shirt collar, looking gentle: "Look, now, why do you have to get so bloody?"

Da Dongleng looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of her: "Who the hell are you?"

"Come and kill me, now you ask me who I am?!"

Zhong Wenze put away his pistol, squatted in front of Dadong who was uniformed, took out a cigarette and lit it, then stuffed it into his mouth, reached out and patted him on the face: "Tell me, give me some useful information about Kakun, maybe I can let you go."

"Si..."

Dadong bit the cigarette butt hard, took a sip, stared at Zhong Wenze tightly, and said nothing.

Zhong Wenze didn't urge him, and called Xiaoliu to clean up the money box next to the body of No. 8 Middle School: "Dadong, you seem to have no life to spend this money, so I will collect the money for you first."

Dadong narrowed his eyes and wrapped himself in cigarettes, and finally said, "Didn't Fei Mushroom ask for everything? Kakun has always been in touch with him."

He said it very vaguely, with only one purpose, saying a few more words to Zhong Wenze to delay time, and when the police outside come, he might be able to save himself.

At least.

Will not die.

Zhong Wenze was not in a hurry at all, and said slowly: "You can talk about it in detail. I will verify your news and see who is true and who is false."

“Game Hall.”

When Dadong saw that Zhong Wenze did not realize that he wanted to delay time, he endured the severe pain and snatched the cigarette cartridge, and adjusted his body to maximize the delay of time. Then he continued to say: "We connected with Kakun in a game hall in Tsim Sha Tsui."

then.

He also described in detail the details of Kakun and Sha Kun, which was similar to those described by Fei Mu, and there was no difference.

Zhong Wenze analyzed what he said, nodded in response: "What's the name of Atai? Is he your middleman?"

"Yes, it was Fei Mushroom who contacted him."

Dadong nodded and threw away half of the cigarette in his hand to delay time: "I want another cigarette."

"good."

Zhong Wenze pointed another one for him: "What else is there?"

"I think about it."

Dadong smoked cigarettes and made a thoughtful expression.

He is now.

I'm somewhat grateful.

I even felt a little happy inside.

Fortunately, I met a stupid opponent.

With such obvious delays, I didn't notice this failure. Sure enough, these handsome people are all brainless little white-faced.

Hahaha..

As long as you delay a little longer, the police will be able to surround the place and you will be safe by then.

"Brother Ze."

Zhou Kehua frowned and looked at Dadong who was pretending to think: "Why do I feel like this Dadong is delaying time?"

Dadong's face suddenly froze.

Zhong Wenze waved his hand understandingly and showed great tolerance: "Give him some more time to think about it."

Dadong's face stretched out again.

Hahaha..

How did you become the boss of this flop?

In the corridor.

It suddenly became quiet.

Only in the corridor was left, the sound of Xiao Liu and his group packing their money.

as well as.

The sirens came from afar.

Dadong wrapped himself in a cigarette, listening to the sirens in his ears, and roared desperately in his heart: "Diet, come, come!"

Suddenly.

His face froze in vain.

Dadong suddenly discovered that the sirens had been four or five minutes since they started, but why was it still ringing and not coming?

and.

This sound seems to have been going from far to near and from near to far, and it has been repeated over and over again.

like..

The police car has been on the road for a while...

Walking the street back and forth?!

"Swish!"

Dadong opened his eyes in vain and stared at Zhong Wenze in a daze.

Zhong Wenze smiled at him without any rush, his smile was fun and even a little joking, and he was not in a hurry at all.

"You...you..."

Only then did Dadong suddenly realize it.

This person.

It's not a flop!

This sirens is a lie, maybe he did it.

He deliberately made a sirens to create an illusion that the police came, and then pretended to retreat, induce himself and the No. 8 Middle School to kill himself successfully.

"Fuck, your brain is a bit disappointing. Finally, you reacted?"

Zhong Wenze grinned and showed his white teeth: "It seems that you have no useful clues to provide, so that's it."

Said.

Zhong Wenze picked up Dadong's Black Star Pistol, turned Dadong over, stepped on the back of his neck, and made his face come into close contact with the cold floor, and pointed the muzzle at the back of his head.

"Fuck you!"

Dadong's mentality was unbalanced again, and he roared in anger, struggling to look up: "Even if I die, I will bring you back together."

"You are not convinced if you say you are a loser?"

Zhong Wenze stroked the barrel with an expressionless face and aimed at Dadong's head: "I'm shooting from behind you. Strictly speaking, this is called a gunshot."

"Shooting you from behind is called "slap". Why are you pulling a cushion? Idiot!"

"you.."

What else Dadong wanted to say? With a gunshot, a blood gourd exploded in his head. The sound suddenly stopped. Scarlet blood was sprayed and flowed on the ground.

In the mind.

A series of tasks are completed prompts to sound.

[The mission is completed, kill the robber Dadong, and get rewards]

[Get attribute enhancement point 1]

[Get random skills: Thousands of people and thousands of faces]

[Get experience value: 200]

[System upgrade, obtain attribute enhancement point 1]

[Level:Lv3]

[Experience value: 0500]

···

About fifty meters away from the Huansha Garden Apartment, a police car made a sirens and stopped next to the roadside.

Inside the car.

Sir Mo was wearing a bulletproof vest and drove the car himself.

Just now.

He kept driving the police car, wandering around here, but Qiu Xiong, who was in the co-pilot, cried anxiously: "Sir, rush over, there were gunfires there. If you don't go over, they will definitely run away!"

"Do you have no brains?"

Sir Mo frowned and looked at Qiu Xiong, cursing without hesitation: "Now the robbers in Dadong must still be fighting. We rushed over at this time, there are only three people. Can you guarantee that you are fine?"

Song Zijie sat in the back seat and silently tied his body armor to his body.

"What should I do?"

Qiu Xiong spoke in a hurry: "Did you watch them run away?"

"Wait and reap the benefits of the fisherman!"

Mo Sir replied in a plain tone, looking at the urgent Qiu Xiong: "You are so anxious, why don't we get out of the car, and you're driving over now?"

"hehe."

Qiu Xiong was embarrassed and picked up the bulletproof vest to put it on himself. He chose to shut up and didn't mention this at all.
Chapter completed!