Police Detective

The Internet cafe Wang Liang went to was the same one they went to together last time. It was very close to Sanlin Road Police Station and Jiuheqiao Police Station.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Wang Liang greeted: "Bai Song, look at my equipment! Look!"

Bai Song went over and took a look, what is this? Two highlands were broken, and the other side changed for four. Only Wang Liang was still alive here. After playing Medusa for 65 minutes, the six gods finally combined and produced the Holy Sword.

The flying messenger flew over slowly, and a golden holy sword was inserted directly into Medusa's backpack.

The opponent was surrounded by four people, and the three of them were not in good condition. Medusa was in charge, standing on the high ground on the third road, shooting in an orderly manner as if strolling in a garden. The opponent had a small ghost and three swimmers. The soldiers dispersed, three of them fell in five or six seconds, and only one Windrunner was left, seeing that the situation was not good, he fled in a hurry.

Wang Liang was so proud that he quickly chased after him, wishing he could take out a jumping knife.

Windrunner seized the opportunity and tied an arrow to the cooling Medusa of Lincoln's Sphere, and then began to output wildly. However, Medusa with the Six Divine Suit and the butterfly in her hand was really powerful. As soon as the restraint was over, two long arrows flew out, the cannon hit critically, and Windrunner fell to the ground. Wang Liang's earphone also heard " "ultra kill" in English.

The complacent Wang Liang didn't notice his teammates' frantic typing. Huh, don't look at it at this time. There must be a lot of licking dogs who didn't say anything good before and now come out to praise "666"!

"Military line, military line!" Bai Song couldn't stand it any longer and reminded him.

Only then did Wang Liang react and slowly walked towards the high ground. However, the two super soldiers were so brave that the tree of life fell.

"Hahaha, four kills, cool or not." Wang Liang said excitedly.

"Handsome Maoxian, the base has been pushed." Bai Song was speechless.

"That doesn't matter, just be handsome! Four kills. The last time I got four kills was when I was a junior in college!" Wang Liang danced with joy: "Winning or losing doesn't matter, I win often anyway."

Bai Song held his forehead. At this moment, he deeply doubted whether he was right to come to Wang Liang.

"Wait for me first and wait for a while. I'll go to the bathroom first." Bai Song hadn't gone to the bathroom all morning.

When I entered the bathroom, I saw the familiar paintings all over the wall, almost unchanged. Bai Song also took a look around and found it to be quite interesting and a lot of fun.

After washing his hands, he ordered two rice bowls. Bai Song got one for Wang Liang. It was just a quick lunch. Hotpot dinner had been decided and everyone had paid their wages. This time it was a small gathering, so Bai Song , Sun Jie, Wang Liang and Wang Huadong.

Wang Liang is a typical person who doesn't realize that he is being cheated, that is, Bai Song doesn't care. Anyway, the game is about relaxing. If you don't lose the house or the land, there is nothing to be unhappy about if you lose. It doesn't matter if the ladder score drops from 1900 to over 1400 now, at least the lower ranks are better.

But even with this mentality, after experiencing five consecutive defeats in one afternoon, Bai Song still felt that he needed to be quiet and let Wang Liang play by himself. He began to browse the web casually.

"Let's go, get off the plane and go have dinner." Wang Liang won three games in a row by himself, stretched out comfortably, and patted Bai Song on the back: "Holy shit? Are you reading papers in the Internet cafe?"

Bai Song was too lazy to talk to Wang Liang. Wang Liang, who could be called a "tenacious plastic" in later generations, turned off the information he was checking. Bai Song got off the plane and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, and we'll leave after I'm done."

"Hey, hey, I'm going too!"

The two of them entered the toilet one after the other.

As soon as I opened the door and walked in, a young man in slutty clothes walked over. He was only about 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing fancy long-sleeved clothes. They were dirty. The collar was all gray, and the sleeves were so dirty that the color could not be seen. He was holding a cigarette in his left hand and a black tube in his right hand.

Bai Song was taller and stronger, and Wang Liang was about 1.78 meters tall with a medium build. The two of them entered the door together, but the guy inside was blocked at the door and couldn't get out at all.

This guy originally had a look of dissatisfaction. After taking a step back temporarily, he put a cigarette in his mouth, put his left hand on his waist, raised his head, and his expression at the first moment was extremely unhappy. Then he took a closer look at the two strong men, and his expression instantly became easy-going. He raised his right hand that had no place to rest, and turned the pen in his hand.

Bai Song originally thought that this man was holding something bad in his right hand. After looking at it, he saw that it was just a pen, so he didn't think much about it. He turned sideways and let this guy go.

"You're so awesome, you've only been painting small advertisements for a long time." After the man went out, Wang Liang said contemptuously, and then opened the zipper.

Little advertisement!

Bai Song was startled and turned his head to look at it. On the wall was written "Selling guns, please contact 137"

In an instant, all the hairs on Bai Song's body stopped sweating. Adrenaline surged. Without any warning, he turned around and ran out.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on?" As soon as Wang Liang saw this situation, he immediately ran out with Bai Song without even zipping up his zipper.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Bai Song said, already running to the middle of the lobby of the Internet cafe.

The man just now had walked out of the Internet cafe. I don't know if it was because of a guilty conscience. He glanced back and saw Bai Song running quickly. He was startled and immediately ran in one direction. Got out.

How could he run away in this situation? If he was really run away, Bai Song's physique that allowed him to take part in sports meets at the police academy would be in vain!

There was a main road right out the door. This guy was also unlucky. After only running for more than a hundred meters, his speed slowed down. Bai Song only needed one more sprint to catch up.

Bai Song keenly noticed that this man had thrown away his pen and cigarette, but he kept looking back while running, and his arms were still stretching into his clothes.

Bai Song slowed down. He was not reckless. He was using his bare hands. If the opponent really had a stick or something, it would be fine, but if he had a knife, it would be dangerous. If, what if, once that kid really had a gun, the risk factor would be too high.

Bai Song was hanging the man at a distance of about fifteen meters. To be honest, at this distance, when he was very tired from running, even Bai Song himself, holding a standard weapon, did not dare to say that he could hit the target. So this distance is safe.

After Bai Song followed for three to four hundred meters, Wang Liang also followed. Seeing this situation, the running buddy showed fear on his face, but he still insisted on running.

It was getting late at this time, and the man was probably looking at the getting late, looking for a chance to escape, but it didn't take a moment for the sky to turn dark. The more he ran, the less strength he had. At this distance between the three of them, even if Even if he got into the alley, it would be difficult for him to get away from Bai Song and Wang Liang.