Chapter 42
However, he was still unable to refute.
The Tang and Song dynasties were almost fainted by the smell of gunpowder in the air.
He silently pulled on the wall and choked silently. Why did he feel superfluous? This is his shop!
Finally, when the Tang and Song dynasties were dying, Mu Shi read aloud: "I'm busy."
With that, she went to the bathroom. After a while, she had changed back her clothes, washed her face, and went to the cashier to sit.
Thin shallow looked at the repaired sports car. The cold in his eyes was enough to overturn the store.
A moment later, he sat in the car and started the car to leave.
Tang Song was relieved and knocked at the cashier.
Mu Shinian looked up from a magazine and looked at him puzzled.
Tang and song coughed, pointed to the door and said, "when you see him like this in the future, remember to stay away."
"What does it look like?" A puzzled frown.
Tang Song shrugged his shoulders, leaned against the cashier and sighed hard: "if he guessed right, he and his father should quarrel again. Every time at this time, he is in the worst mood. Anyway, it's right to hide away."
Mu Shinian is even more inexplicable.
She's been hiding so far. What else can she do?
The Tang and Song Dynasties gave a cry, picked up a cup of tea, looked at the vast road and muttered to themselves, "someone is going to hit the muzzle of a gun again."
……
Late at night.
Thin shallow sat in a ruin in the suburbs, his black shirt fluttered in the wind, he bent one leg, his slender fingertips were above, and a few drops of blood were dripping down along his fingertips.
His expression was very pale, a little whiter than the pale moonlight.
In front of him, a row of people knelt down. When they looked closely, they were wearing the same clothes, water blue ordinary overalls.
The factory not far away can still make a few roars.
These are undercover, undercover agents ambushed in his base.
Thin shallow lit a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. He had a big killing just now. At this time, his killing intention had not completely dissipated.
Thin disliked climbing, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.
"Not yet?"
The people kneeling at the bottom were all gray, but no one spoke.
Thin and light flicked the cigarette butt, and his face was quite appreciative: "very good."
These two words are like a deadly horn.
Someone was ready to move and sneered: "we didn't expect that the famous waste wood of the Bo family was so well hidden! Everyone on the road wanted to dig out who was behind the shadow. Unexpectedly, it was such a famous person!"
The shadow organization is too strong.
It's so powerful that other organizations on the whole road can't kill it!
Over the years, many people have spent much energy and money to find out the boss of the shadow.
However, after all these years, I still got nothing!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe that the decisive, mysterious and powerful boss of the shadow was the well-known waste of Bo shallow!
Everyone was fooled by this man!
The cold wind was whistling and blowing his short hair. His thin eyebrows and eyes were hidden in his black hair.
When a cigarette burned out, he smiled and whispered, "waste... Indeed."
"Less nonsense, kill if you want!" The man stood on his neck, panting, staring at him darkly.
Thin shallow wiped the blood on his fingertips. Through that red, he seemed to see a mourning voice from the distant western sky: "kill you, dirty hands."
"I'm not happy if I don't kill, so what should I do?"
Updat𝒆d fr𝒐m freew𝒆bnov𝒆l.c(o)m