The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Ms. Zhu Xiulian, who was not an innocent girl for a long time, suddenly turned pale after thinking of some possibilities.

She looks a little frivolous, yes, but she has never experienced that kind of thing and doesn't want to experience it; just kidding!It is said that the whole person will be torn apart.

It's just that she is powerless now, and it seems that she can't resist.

"Livestock~" Zhu Xiulian, who knew that she could not escape the poisonous hand, cursed bitterly.

Then he closed his eyes helplessly, not mentioning whether he reported to Ah SIR to arrest him after the incident, or signed the contract as if nothing happened.

Tonight, it seems that she can only be regarded as being suppressed by a ghost.

Of course, if there is a legendary Prince Charming to save her at this time, she will definitely repay him with all her strength, no matter what.

But she also knew that such a thing did not exist.

As a result, after Da Baolian, who had prepared for the worst, closed her eyes, she heard a heavy muffled sound.

When she opened her eyes, Kitahara Shihiro fell forward like a wooden stake, almost hitting her.

As a result of all this, it can be said that when she was most desperate, the hero who miraculously appeared to save her did not stay and gently held her in her arms.

But like a gust of wind, that is to turn around and run.

After struggling to get up and look, she only saw a back quickly leaving.

Under the moonlight, the tall figure's back was so wide, as majestic as a mountain, just seeing it in her eyes gave her an indescribable sense of security.

This sense of security is so strong that it can even be said that it is the only time in her 23-year-old life.

The only thing that makes me a little puzzled is that the back looks a bit familiar.

After the shadow completely disappeared, Zhu Xiulian suddenly reacted when she saw Kitahara Shihiro who was still bleeding from her skull.

She stood up in a panic, and began to look for the bag she didn't know where it was thrown when she came all the way.

By the time the bag was successfully found, the mobile phone was found inside, and A SIR was called, more than ten minutes had passed.

While waiting for Ah SIR to arrive, she found a finger-sized pipe on the ground, which should have been dropped by the hero.

After seeing the thing clearly, and thinking about the main purpose of this thing, as well as the strong taste of his Prince Charming.

Da Baolian was speechless for a while, and then she shouted: "Humph! Man~"

But the miraculous thing is that, facing the seemingly same final result, the emotions and acceptance levels shown by this woman are completely different...

Chapter 30 Follow-up ([-])

"Where's Lao Tzu's Vaseline? There's still more than half of that stuff left, and at least it's worth seventeen or eighteen dollars."

When Hu Biao used two black garbage bags to wrap the shell gun well, and then planned to put it into a semi-finished sewer at the construction site together with the temporary gun oil.

As a result, after touching his trousers pocket and feeling a bit empty, he suddenly said a little nervously.

well!Before he hit down with a heavy stick and knocked the devil Kitahara Zhiguang to the ground, Hu Biao immediately felt that the thoughts in his heart were the only ones he had ever mastered.

But he also knew that this kind of thing was cool to do, but it would be very troublesome if he was caught.

Taking advantage of the fact that Da Baolian's girl was still a little confused, she probably couldn't see her appearance clearly, Hu Biao immediately ran back to the construction site.

Then, he passed through two garbage bags in the cafeteria and found a place to hide the sensitive shell gun.

After all, Hu Biao is not stupid. He thought about the occurrence of such an incident, and the SIRs will definitely pursue it vigorously after the incident, but they cannot expose this terrible thing.

He even thought about running, but isn't this a self-inflicted move?

Thinking that Da Baolian never saw her face just now, Hu Biao thought that he still had a great chance of fooling him.

So, he decided to take a look at the situation on the construction site first, and then decide what to do next.

I searched all over my pockets to no avail. I wondered where the half-pipe of Vaseline might have fallen on the way while I was running, and the SIRs might not be able to see Hu Biao soon. .

He decisively gave up the plan to return by the way and retrieve the thing that was worth [-] or [-] yuan now.

After swiftly hiding the shell gun, he walked towards the place where he put the mat, intending to make an illusion that he had been sleeping all the time and that he didn't know anything.

It was also halfway through that he discovered that the wooden stick used to knock people was still being held in his hands by him.

no way!In his 26-year life, Hu Biao was the first to commit such illegal and criminal acts of knocking a sap behind his back. It is understandable that he was a little nervous.

Without thinking much, Hu Biao took off his T-shirt and wrapped his hands.

Then, he quickly moved the handle of the stick, and wiped off the fingerprints he might have left. Then he rounded his arms and threw such a crime tool out of the distance.

Later, Hu Biao put down the mat at a vent on the second floor.

After lying down, Hu Biao yawned heavily; now the young man who was used to the life of moving bricks on the construction site soon heard a loud snoring sound.

The excellent sleep quality, it can be said that someone singing K by his side will not affect his good rest.

Before there was no ink at all, it was a stinky problem that I couldn't sleep until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night.

It's just that Hu Biao, who was beautifully asleep, although he expected this incident to be a bit serious, the follow-up movement may be relatively large.

But the movement has become that way, and the follow-up is so exciting, but it was not expected at all...

At 11:39 that night, 5 minutes after Hu Biao's snoring sounded, Fat Zaicong walked out of Hu Biao's dormitory swearing.

Tonight, he took two young horses, and he won 1000 yuan after working all night.

It's mainly people from the same village who really can't be ruthless, otherwise everyone's faces will not look good when they make trouble; and according to Fat Zaicong's idea, if you win less, you will lose.

Especially when he thought of the 'coolie cow', the perfect target for slaughtering pigs, he was always unwilling to take the bait, and his heart was full of anger.

After violently throwing the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, he shouted:

"The Xian family shovels (the whole family died), go! Go! Find where the coolie cow sleeps at night, and after you find it, teach him a good lesson and let him know that if he wants to hang out on such a construction site, he must listen to me. Cong's words.

Hurry up, after the lesson of the dead slap on the street, we can go to 'Song Ji' for a late night snack. I heard that the store has some good stuff today, and men eat it, but it's a big supplement. "

As for the suggestion of the eldest brother, the two horses who followed the fat boy Cong, naturally had no objection.

Even thinking about the things that men supplemented, they were eager to try to clean up Hu Biao's meal quickly.

In this way, the three of them began to wander around the construction site together.

After walking a few steps, Fat Zaicong saw a wooden stick on the ground. He picked it up easily, and after waving it a few times, he found that it was quite easy.

For this reason, he decided to use this stick to give a brutal beating to the 'coolie cow'...

******

At 11:42 that night, at the police station in the nearest jurisdiction, SIR Zhou Changgui was on duty with three official subordinates and five temporary workers, driving a total of two cars.

They rushed to the wasteland next to the factory after receiving the 4:21 notice from the platform.

As soon as he saw the situation at the scene, Zhou SIR, headed by him, breathed a sigh of relief.

The devil named Kitahara Hiroshi fell to the ground without knowing his life or death, and a large amount of dazzling blood was already flowing from his body.

About a few meters away, a woman with a tattered dress was sobbing helplessly.

As soon as she saw them, the woman's mouth was even more excited and shouted: "SIR help, this son of a bitch Kitahara Shihiro wants to violate me~"

Zhou SIR, who has been in the industry for almost 20 years, of course knows that as long as it is a case involving foreigners, it is more troublesome in itself.

And if it is added with serious personal injury, suspected of forcibly having sexual relations, it will be a major event that can pierce Maochengtian.

After forcibly stabilizing his mind, Zhou Changgui immediately made a series of arrangements:

"Xiao Ma, immediately report the situation here to your superiors, and urge the ambulance to hurry up, otherwise this little devil, no! It's this island merchant who might just throw himself in the street."

"Old Li, you bring two people to protect the scene first according to the regulations; Xiao Qian, take this lady and go back and find a way to record the confession."

"Aqiang, you guys and I will go and search around, maybe the criminals who started it haven't gone far."

Under Zhou SIR's instructions, most of the people immediately got busy; he himself took two temporary workers with batons and began to act.

Initially, SIR was still undecided on which direction to search first this week.

As a result, they passed through a gap in the wall soon after, and saw three people appearing on the construction site from a distance, one of whom was still holding a stick in his hand.

Without even thinking about it, he quickly approached with a cautious cat on his waist.

When he got close, he faintly saw Zhou SIR, who seemed to have some blood on his stick, and nervously took out the Type 92 pistol he had temporarily picked up from his waist.

After clenching the pistol in both hands, he jumped out and shouted loudly:

"I immediately put down the weapon in my hand and put my head in my hands, or I'll shoot~"

Facing the nervous Ah SIR and the dark muzzle, not long ago, Fat Zaicong, who had scolded and declared that he was going to beat Hu Biao's shit out.

He threw away the stick in his hand with a bewildered face, and at the same time he squatted down extremely honestly, the aggrieved person almost cried for a while.

Xian's shovel, he is just a little bit fiercer in his mouth, but in fact, when he really wants to hit someone, he won't be so good.

It's just such a trivial matter, even if the coolie rushes to the street and wants to report to SIR, it's a bit too much to even take out a gun like this...

At 1:37 in the morning the next day, more than 2 hours after the incident.

The unfortunate Mr. Shihiro Kitahara has already been sent to the best people's hospital in Maocheng, and several department directors who were woken up overnight are working together to rescue him.

The main reason is that the stick is too heavy, and Mr. Hiroshi Kitahara's situation is not very optimistic.

At the same time, the A SIRs saw Zhu Xiufen, a comrade woman, and their emotions were basically calmed down.

In a short period of time, under the pressure of multiple calls from their superiors, they decided to start taking confessions immediately and try to find the suspect as soon as possible.

Then, how to deal with it, it must be justified.

Of course, as long as it is confirmed that Shihiro Kitahara was really committing violence at that time, then the starting point of the murderer can be understood to a certain extent, and the responsibility can be largely relieved.

This is what they are more willing to see.

After all, for little devils, apart from those grandchildren who have been kneeling for a long time, there are actually very few Chinese people who watch various dramas every day and will have a good impression of little devils.

What they didn't know was that Da Baolian had already made a decision in her heart some time ago.

She would not betray the prince who saved her at the most dangerous time, even if the prince's taste was a bit heavy.

So, under the diligent description of this playful woman:

A masked man with a height of 2 meters and a waist circumference of almost [-] meters, who can run horses on his arms and stand up on his fists, appeared in the painter's drawing book.