Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 21: Meeting ceremony

"Who are you?"

　　The young man dressed as a hippie pointed a shotgun at Fujiang, and stepped forward a few steps and asked sternly. His movements and expressions all showed his nervousness. It seemed that the other party would pull the trigger if he hesitated.

　　 The other two pairs of men and women spread out around Fujiang in an arc. Among them, only the black woman had a pistol in her hand and a holster tied to her thigh. She looked very cautious and seemed very experienced, probably a policeman. The other three were holding cold weapons such as knives and axes. They just looked at their postures, and they didn't use them many times.

　　 After making a preliminary judgment, I was completely calm. Although they are large in number, they are still in shock, and they are not unexpected in terms of their athletic ability. There are two gunmen, one for me and one for Fujiang. The rest can be slaughtered slowly. This is a good deal.

　　The only thing that needs attention is the priest standing aside and remaining silent. He is the only one in this group who remains calm and has a strong physique. When he noticed us behind the hiding door, the diamond-shaped mark on my hand started to get hot.

　　 "Hey, don't be nervous, I'm not malicious." Fu Jiang grabbed the two ends of the fire axe with both hands, and raised it high above his head, as if he didn't resist.

　　 "Woman?" The hippie heard it.

　　 "Yes, woman, I am a woman, don't shoot."

　　 "What are you hiding there for?" the hippie asked.

　　 "I went to this ghost place this morning somehow. There were monsters everywhere and no one could see it. Then I accidentally discovered this air-raid shelter, but I found myself lost when I came in. I didn't follow you in, behind me All the passages are stagnant, which is terrible."

　　 "Why don't you come out right away?"

　　 "You have many people."

　　 Hearing this reason, the five of them couldn't help looking at each other, their shoulders all sent down. Good job, Fu Jiang. My crossbow was aimed at a black woman who was still vigilant, but lowered her muzzle slightly. She seems to have a sense of justice. She is the kind of person who conscientiously abides by the rules. If she is a policeman, she is a good policeman who is determined to protect the citizens.

　　 I don’t know if she has experienced cruel things here. It doesn’t seem to be. The habit of being a good policeman will make her unlucky.

　　 "You are well dressed." The hippie withdrew his gaze and raised his chin towards Fu Jiang.

　　 "Be prepared for trouble." Fu Jiangyuan turned around: "Can you take me in? I'm scared. Where is this place?"

　　 "I have to think about it." The hippie's lips curled up: "Take off the hat and let us see what you look like."

　　 Tomie did not answer, nor did he move anything.

　　 "Immediately!" The hippie's tone became severe.

　　 Tomoe put down his hands holding the axe and took off his helmet with his right hand. Everyone's eyes froze for a while. Fu Jiang is certainly a beauty, but she is still bald now. Bald-headed beauties are rare, either fashion models or elder sisters. At this time, Fujiang feels like both.

　　The hippie gave a frivolous whistle and lowered the muzzle.

　　 "What's your name?"

　　"Fujie."

　　 "You are welcome to join, you can come to me if you have any questions, I am the leader here." The hippie said, deliberately turning his body and looking at other people with faulty eyes.

　　 There was no objection or dissatisfaction, with a dead face.

　　The hippie treats silence as approval and smiles contentedly. However, the next moment, he saw a surprised look on the faces of other people.

　　 "I'm looking for you for something important, boss." The words pressed in quickly, and he only felt a huge object rushing toward his shoulder.

　　 Fujiang spans a distance of three meters in one step. The hippie was about to turn around and raise his gun, but she slammed the muzzle with an axe on the side. Fu Jiang rushed into the hippie's arms and slammed into the wall in front of him like a mad cow.

　　 Those people only felt a strong wind blowing around them, and before they had time to move, the two overlapping figures had already rushed out.

　　The black woman reacted and turned around and was about to shoot. I had premeditated shooting a crossbow arrow. The slight sharp sound of breaking wind hit her shoulder, and the arrow came out from the front. She screamed. Although she instinctively held the pistol tightly, she couldn't raise her arm anymore, let alone pull the trigger.

　　 Very good, this gun is scrapped. There is no guilt of hurting others, I just think so. As an outstanding student in a peaceful era, it is a bit strange to be able to harm others peacefully without fear of corpses, and to smoke.

　　 The unexpected attack left the remaining three people staying for a while, like frightened rabbits, discarding the black women who were kneeling on the ground and screaming.

　　The hippie's body arched like dried shrimps, hit the wall and fell off, the shotgun slid out of his hand, and almost couldn't get up. Fu Jiang didn't cut off his head, but stomped his gun hand to the ground, and the hippies suddenly wailed.

　　"Finger, finger, me, my hand..."

　　 "This is a meeting ceremony, boss." Fu Jiang said blindly, twisting his shoes a few times.

　　The hippie completely succumbed to her feet, curled up and cried bitterly. When Tomoe let go, his five fingers were like mud, all broken and twisted.

　　The tragedy of the hippies stunned everyone, and only a look of fear remained on their faces. The black woman tremblingly changed her hand and raised her pistol towards Fujiang. She seemed to have forgotten that the attack she had received came from the rear.

　　 So I reminded her and held her head with the revolver.

　　 "Don't be nervous, just say hello."

　　 These people have repeatedly been attracted by Fu Jiang's big moves, and they don't know that I have come to them. From the beginning to the end, I focused most of my attention on the priest who seemed indifferent to my tragedy. His eyes have been on me from the moment I walked out, with a sense of scrutiny, but there is no fear.

　　 This is not a good thing.

　　 When the bad guys are not afraid, the good times for bad guys come to an end.

　　 So I chose to point at him with a crossbow loaded with crossbow arrows.

　　 Until Fu Jiang picked up the shotgun dropped by the hippies from the ground, the remaining three people were completely restrained and did not dare to move.

　　 Tomie ignored the hippies and came to the black woman to collect her pistol.

　　"Glock." Tomoe gave a low laugh and shook his head: "Achuan, let her go."

　　 I pulled the revolver back behind my waist. Anyway, there are no bullets, it's just a fake tiger, if you don't need it, it's not good to be seen through ~ IndoMTL.com~ everyone stands over. "Tomie pointed to the location of the hippies and said.

　　Everyone, including the priest, was rushed to stand beside the hippies. The hippie finally got up from the ground, holding his wrist, his body trembling constantly with pain and fear. Except for the priest's expression of indifferent expression, everyone else was panicked.

　　 "No, don't kill me." The burgundy-haired young woman hugged her shoulders, shivering, tears falling continuously.

　　 "Don't be afraid, we won't kill people casually." I try to make my speech more gentle.

　　 Black women stared at me with cannibalistic eyes, and I ignored them. Her right shoulder was temporarily unable to move, but there was not much bleeding, and I didn't use the arrow that opened the blood tank.

　　Fujie stepped forward and slid the axe on the ground.

　　"Then, let’s introduce yourself first. My name is Fu Jiang, and my student’s brother is Gao Chuan." Fu Jiang said with a low-pitched voice, "I don’t need to know who you are, I just need this ghost. Information about the place?"

　　"Here?" The middle-aged man in the suit asked cautiously.

　　 "All, the doomsday fantasy, and here." Fu Jiang said word by word.

　　 "Will you let us go after telling you?" said another casually dressed young man who never spoke.

　　 "I will consider it."

　　 "How long have you been in?" The priest suddenly said.

　　 Fu Jiang and I looked at each other, and I nodded. This priest is expected and good, I think he should tell the truth. The rest is Fu Jiang's judgment. She specializes in psychology and is an adult. She has much more experience watching people serve food than me.

　　 "One night."

　　"Then you should ask what is the mark on your left hand, child."

When Father 　　 spoke, his eyes were facing me.