Sundering Nature Chapter 214: Who is the lucky one
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Chapter 214 Who is the lucky one
The gorgeously shaped sports car gallops on the midnight street, the rhythmic music inside the car undulates, the man holding the steering wheel has a calm face, after scanning the girl whose breathing is gradually slowing down, his eyes fall on the big girl wrapped in black silk. On the long legs, the **** tight-fitting miniskirt is slightly lifted up by the girl's twisting, and the even legs are extraordinarily slender.
The dark guy shook his head and shook his wrist. He didn't know that he took out a blanket and gently covered the girl, covering the girl's charming body.
Slowly parked the Porsche to the side of the road. The guy lowered the volume of the music, opened the door gently, and walked outside the car helplessly.
"The girl now..." The man sighed softly, his eyes swept across a fast-moving off-road vehicle, and he caught it with extraordinary eyesight. There seemed to be one in that vehicle too. Young and beautiful, but drunk girl.
Taking out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, the man smoked a cigarette skillfully, glanced at Liu Meng who was still asleep intentionally or unintentionally, and reluctantly lit the cigarette, took a heavy puff, and spit it out for a long time.
"Put it on, it's one time to save it once..." The man raised his head in melancholy, staring at the night sky deeply, his fortitude cheeks were exceptionally quiet.
Liu Meng in the car slowly opened her eyelids and looked at the sturdy figure outside the car carefully and suspiciously. She actually woke up a long time ago. At the moment when the dark man released his suffocation to frighten Feng Shao, she Her drunkenness faded instantly. When the man got on the car, her spirit was on high alert. Once the man had any unruly attempts, the flames from **** would be greeted by the man.
It's just... this guy seems to have no malice...
He just treats me as an ordinary girl? Thinking of this, Liu Meng's murderous intent flashed in his heart. He thought of the man in the park...He must die...
But the next moment, Liu Meng's heart trembled again, because she thought of the reason why she appeared in the park...The vague figure circled her heart again, lingering, and drove it back.
For an instant, Liu Meng felt an inexplicable panic sweeping his body, and his body trembled uncontrollably. She was a catastrophe... But she... was actually scared...
"Huh? Are you awake?" The slight change in Liu Meng's body did not escape the man's keen perception. The man pinched out the cigarette **** in his hand and gently opened the door.
Looking at her resolute face, Liu Meng nodded gently, her confused pupils seemed unable to focus.
"Drink some water." The man raised his eyebrows, looking at Liu Meng's confused gaze, and flicking his right hand behind his back, passing a bottle of water out of thin air.
When Liu Meng mechanically took the water bottle and brought it to his mouth, there was a slight hesitation.
"Don't worry, if I have any bad thoughts, I won't wait for you to wake up." The man smiled slightly and sat in the cab from the beginning.
"Thank you." Liu Meng unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and said softly.
"Thanks for nothing. Rather than thanking me, it is better to think for yourself, not every time you meet someone like me." The man curled his lips, his face flatly leaning on the seat cushion, as if The gratitude to Liu Meng is not appreciative.
Liu Meng naturally understood what the man said, but this made Liu Meng's heart even more irritable. The cause and effect of the night came to his heart again, and the corners of Liu Meng's eyes twitched, and a suffocation appeared on his face.
"Huh?" The man frowned slightly and glanced at Liu Meng hesitantly, but the next moment, the man raised his brows and fixed his eyes on the rearview mirror.
In the rearview mirror, a heavy off-road vehicle turned off its headlights, and rushed towards them like a lurking beast in the night...
"Hey! I really dare to come..." A playful smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.
The superior performance of Porsche reflects the expensive value. The harsh friction sound overwhelms the roaring engine, the single wheel locks on the ground, white smoke is everywhere, and the gorgeous Porsche turns in a circle on the spot, avoiding the danger. The collision of a black off-road vehicle.
Appearing to be more satisfied with his car skills, the man smiled and glanced at Liu Meng confidently, only to find that Liu Meng's face did not show the expected panic, instead he stared out of the car with a gloomy expression.
Following Liu Meng's gaze, sharp brakes sounded continuously. In a short time, the Porsche drifting in place was surrounded by layers of fleets that suddenly rushed in.
"It's true that there was a group to find death at night." Seeing the crowds of people getting off from various vehicles outside the car, the dark guy shook his head, his thick cervical vertebra creaked.
Pushing the door of the car, the man stood firmly beside the car, his eyes glanced at the crowd slowly gathering, and soon found a bandage wrapped around his right hand in the crowd.
"Very surprised? I tell you, you should never offend Laozi and rob Laozi's car. This car has GPS!" Feng Shao's twisted face pushed away from the crowd, staring frantically at the person in front of him. Man.
The gathered crowd stopped and looked at the man with bloodthirsty eyes, but when his eyes fell on Liu Meng, who was wrapped in a blanket behind him, most of them showed the same expression.
Liu Meng stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the arrogant and domineering Feng Shao, his gaze was like looking at a dead person. It's just that the size of the blanket wrapped around the body is so good that it can cover the body, revealing the white arms and slender thighs, which makes people think about it.
"Leave a name, you will be on the headline tomorrow." Feng Shao smiled and took another step forward, and his gaze fell on Liu Meng's lap naturally, and the evil fire in his heart rose by one more point. If it weren't for this The man who knows nothing about life and death, now he is already dying.
"Pan Junwei." The man looked at the dense crowd in front of him, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face. The people around them are young, trendy and weird, and they have all kinds of weird weapons. There are gorgeous thick-backed machetes, smooth-line alloy baseball bats, brightly colored solid iron locks, and cold-light restrained military daggers.
"Break the limbs and chop his liferoot for me to make wine!" The man's disdainful gaze finally made Feng Shao lose control, as if he noticed the eyes of the surrounding crowd watching Liu Meng, he was gritting his teeth and spitting out After one sentence, another sentence was added: "That girl, let's play together."
The last sentence completely ignited the madness of the crowd. A passionate animalism exploded in the crowd, and the night was filled with chaos visible to the naked eye.
But these words also ignited Liu Meng. Liu Meng's eyelids narrowed, and the clenched fists in the blanket slowly spread out...
"Boom!" A loud gunshot burst through the clouds, instantly covering the roaring crowd. Pan Junwei tilted his head, shrugged, spread his legs and raised his hands, holding a gun quietly in his hand. The pistol with smoke...
A figure fell to the ground wailing, surrounded by silence...
"BerleyTower 92F, commonly known as M9, is equipped with a 9mm Balabellum bullet, a muzzle velocity of 333.7 meters per second, a 6-rifled right-hand spin, a winding distance of 250mm, and a kinetic energy of 445J. This is my favorite gun. Except that the shooting interval is a bit long, there are almost no shortcomings." Pan Junwei's eyes fell on the wailing figure with pity, and he spoke plainly.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!" Three consecutive gunshots made almost one sound, and three more figures fell to the ground.
"However, I don't like flaws, so how about making some changes to this gun? How about improved shooting skills?" Pan Junwei raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand with silver light flauntingly. Pistol. "That's not right... You should have a line now, you should yell: You just have a gun, so many of us, how many can you kill?" Pan Junwei raised his head again, his expression abusively looking panic. The peak is less.
"BerleyTower 92F is equipped with 15 rounds. 4 shots were fired just now. There are 11 rounds left here. But..." A mischievous smile appeared on the corner of Pan Junwei's mouth, "I still have a magazine." , Pan Junwei raised his left hand like a trick, and shook the black magazine in his palm.
"Crack!" Seeing him take a move with both hands, the magazine in his left hand suddenly turned silver, and in just an instant, he changed the magazine.
"Bah!" Another figure fell to the ground.
"Don't be surprised, practice makes perfect, without him, only hands are familiar..." The dark body stood quietly in the night, with abusive faces on his face and pity in his eyes, but from the eyes of the surrounding crowd, This alive and free is a **** demon.
"Bah! Bah!" There were two more shots, and two of them lay down in the crowd again.
"You should actually guess now, 30 rounds, 7 shots fired, and 23 rounds left, but there are 24 people here, who... is the lucky one?"
"Ah..." As Pan Junwei's voice fell, the crowd finally couldn't hold back their fear. I don't know who made a scream, the crowd exploded and fled all around. Some rushed to the side of the road, some jumped to the guardrail, some ran to the car, some slid down with their heads in place...
"That's right..." The dark man slowly cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing his neat white teeth.
"Boom! Boom..." The intensive gunshots continued, and the howling Balaberum bullets shuttled in the night sky. Every time a gunshot, a moving figure fell to the ground.
Liu Meng's spread palms were slowly lowered, and his eyes hesitated to look at the sturdy figure in front of him. The man's shooting posture was exaggerated, his arms were constantly waving, and his honest body shape kept changing.
As the bullet moved at high speed, Liu Meng's brows wrinkled again. This bullet will turn... and every bullet hits the same position: the knee of his left leg.
"Don't...don't..." The intensive gunfire stopped abruptly, and the empty road was wailing everywhere, Feng Shao's face was distorted, and his expression was flat on the ground, a stench spreading under his crotch.
"Not coming out yet?" The dark man didn't look at the peak of feces and urine, but looked suspiciously into the darkness in the distance.
"It's just killing, there's no need to be so bloody..." A flat voice came from the darkness, a thin figure was quiet from a distance.
"Don't be wronged, I didn't kill anyone." Pan Junwei shrugged, and took out a magazine again. The shadow of his man was shaken and he was loaded.
"He was shot in the knee, and I have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. It's no different from death." The thin man stopped under a street lamp not far away, and his eyes scanned the **** road plainly. The man was not tall, wore a piece of work clothes full of greasy dirt, the cuffs were rolled up randomly, the blood vessels in the forearm were clearly exposed, and he wore a pair of linen gloves with invisible colors on his hands. He was just off duty.
"He also found you?" Pan Junwei curled his lips, glanced at Feng Shao who was dumbfounded, and stared coldly at the man in front.
"You are not as insulting as you." The thin man's mouth twitched, and a weird smile appeared on his face.
"Oh? That night, what are you doing with me all the way?"
"It's not with you, I'm here to find her." The thin man raised his eyebrows and moved his gaze to Liu Meng with a solemn face.
"Look for her?" Pan Junwei turned around hesitantly and looked up and down at Liu Meng wrapped in a towel.
"Well, someone wants her life."