can not help

In front of the dilapidated building, two muscular men dressed in black were smoking a cigarette while lowering their heads and fiddling with their mobile phones. There was no communication with each other.

In such a desolate environment, the endless 'click' sounds are particularly harsh.

The two men glanced at each other, put their mobile phones back into their pockets, and each took out a gun. Their dark faces and slightly dirty eyes were fixed on the swaying grass in front of them.

The wind blew the dead leaves across the faces of the two men, and after a while, the sweat dripped down the cheeks and fell to the ground, and even the insignificant traces in the soil disappeared within a few seconds.

…………

Murong Ling fiddled with the weeds, and finally walked to the open space.

He ignored the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, brushed off the leaves sticking to his body, walked past the two men, and then stood still, his eyes were fixed on the building in front of him. calm.

The two men who had been holding their guns and their arms were a little sore looked at each other. One of the men pouted at the other man with a relatively tall character, and the other man nodded and took a step forward.

"Who are you, what are you doing here!"

Murong Ling didn't turn around, just kept looking at the building, and didn't know what was so interesting about such a dilapidated building where many people had died.

The tall man frowned when he saw that the young man in front of him didn't answer, but he didn't dare to be too arrogant at this juncture. After all, it must not be easy for this seemingly harmless person in front of him to be so calm under the gun. .

He adjusted the direction of the gun, and said again in a deep voice, "I'm asking you, bullets don't have eyes."

Murong Ling still didn't move, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, he said softly, "Don't you have eyes, too?"

After speaking, Murong Ling ignored the two of them and walked into the building.

The two men at the door seemed to have muscles and no brains. No matter how you looked at them, they looked like students who had nothing to do and came to kill them.

In the end, the two of them didn't even hold their guns properly, and rushed up to hold Murong Ling's shoulders impatiently.

"Hey, boy, this is not the place you should go, hurry up and go back where you came from."

After all, the world is different. If it was the past, the two of them would have sent this desperate kid a bullet, and asked him to meet the messy people in the books, and learn how to write the word "cherishing life".

But now they can't. In the current situation, one thing more is worse than one thing less.

The muscular man patted the young man's shoulder vigorously, seemingly friendly, but actually a warning.

Murong Ling's raised foot fell back to the original place, standing still as if thinking about something, a faint sound came from his ears.

Meng Youzhao lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only Murong Ling could hear: "Don't cause trouble here, you're only here to talk, and it counts as much as you can get out of it."

Murong Ling kept his hands in his pockets, his eyes flickering slightly.

in case……

Maybe Murong Ling stood there for too long, the muscular man became impatient, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

"Young man, don't toast or eat fine wine."

As a result, the boy who ignored their warning still turned his back to them nervously, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Brother, do you want me to give you a gift?"

"Hey, who are you with, what the hell!"

Originally, he was holding the gun casually in his hand, and didn't open the safety catch. He wanted to drive away this ignorant person as soon as possible. He still had important things to do in the afternoon. Turning around suddenly, he kicked his hand holding the gun.

□□It fell out of his hand without accident, and Murong Ling quickly caught it.

The muscular man is obviously from a professional background. Even if his brain is not good, his skills are still first-class.

He took a step sideways, turned his body halfway, and kicked Murong Ling's hand that was receiving the gun.

And another muscular man, who was only a step away behind him, also loaded the gun in the blink of an eye.

"Don't move!"

It was only a moment of loading, but Murong Ling had already pinned the muscular man under attack to the ground, with his cock resting on his head.

"Is this man's life worth anything?"

The hand of the muscular man holding the gun trembled slightly. He was not a professional thug. He used to be a security guard, but now he is desperate and has to be the dog in front of him.

But even if he is a dog, he is also a dog who is afraid of death, just like the man who was pinned down on the ground, he has never killed anyone, he is just a pair of idiots who are vicious and mean-spirited.

Why put the straw bag at the door?

Murong Ling stared at the muscular man eating dirt on the ground, and the smile on his face became more ironic.

"It doesn't look like much value."

"Murong Ling! Don't be silly, do you know what you are doing? Everything you do and say is recorded. If you don't want to die, just follow the plan honestly!"

Meng Youzhao was obviously enraged by Murong Ling's actions just now, and roared angrily in the tiny monitor, regardless of whether the people next to him could hear him or not.

"Tsk, I don't even want to give you a meritorious service for nothing."

"I want a fart!"

The man holding the gun stared at him, and began to wonder if this man who was too good-looking but behaved too strangely escaped from some mental hospital.

The danger of guns is divided into many levels depending on the operator. It is obvious that the muscular man standing with a thick face is not classified as dangerous.

The gun in Murong Ling's hand was still pressed against the temple of the man on the ground, mocking Meng Yanzhao for not knowing how to seize the opportunity, but his movements still did not slow down.

"Murong Ling, what I said is farting now, right?! Do you believe that I threw the kid surnamed Qian in front of you and asked him to go with you?!"

Meng Youzhao yelled at the correspondent's Mai, and everyone in the room fell silent, sitting obediently in their seats, not daring to lift their heads.

After getting angry, he finally calmed down a bit, sat back on the chair, and loosened the tie around his neck, deeply feeling that this thing was invented for strangling people.

Qian Shucheng sat in the corner, looked innocently at Meng Yuzhao, then at Meng Junchen, and asked Meng Junchen, did your father forget to take his medicine today? Such a big rage, how could it hurt him, a fish in the pond.

Meng Junchen shrugged helplessly, saying that he didn't know either.

After a brief silence, Meng Youzhao pulled Myel in front of him, and said very seriously: "Murong Ling, let me tell you, don't think that you can get what you want like this, it's impossible!"

"Tsk."

Murong Ling put away the gun in his hand, and the muscular man holding the gun behind him and the one lying on the ground both breathed a sigh of relief.

He was half relieved when Murong Ling stabbed the back of the neck of the person lying on the ground with one hand, and the strong man passed out without a sound.

And the man standing behind, before he could straighten the gun in his hand again, was unloaded by Murong Ling in the same way, and fell unconscious on the ground.

Murong Ling casually threw the gun on the ground, patted the ashes on his body, and said in a brisk tone: "The person is not dead, remember not to put these two together in the body bag when collecting the body."

Murong Ling shrugged when there was no sound in his ear for a long time, even if that guy really got a heart attack from anger, there are still so many people around.

Stepping into the door, a gust of cold wind seems to be able to penetrate the flesh and blow directly on the bones.

Many people died in this building, and I don't know if it was too dark.

Murong Ling looked around, and in the sweeping hall, he couldn't even see anyone who was panting.

Seeing such a scene, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

There is nothing wrong with such a quiet place being the end of life.

Stepping on the uneven ground, among the dilapidated bricks and stones, weeds emerge from the crevices of the stones with their tenacious life, but in such a place where there is no sunlight, even the weeds grow a little sickly.

'Crack. '

I don't know how many branches he stepped on. Murong Ling stepped on the steps that were once hidden behind the wall that said the safe passage, but now they can only be exposed in the hall. The strange noises from time to time will always make people suspicious. Will the stairs in disrepair collapse at some point?

Until reaching the third floor, there was still no one in sight, as if this place was really just an ordinary ruin.

Only then did Meng Youzhao speak in his steady voice, "What's going on?"

Murong Ling touched his earlobe, he was still not used to having foreign objects hanging on his ears, and he was still checking his own foreign objects all the time.

"There is nothing. Didn't you say that he is not going to resist? What can there be?"

Meng Youzhao pondered for a moment, and said, "It's best to be fine, and you should pay attention to safety."

Murong Ling: "Why, are you afraid that he will jump over the wall in a hurry?"

Meng Youzhao snorted coldly: "I'm afraid he will die with you."

Murong Ling smiled, but didn't speak.

The surroundings fell into silence again, only the sound of Murong Ling's unintentional footsteps, and occasionally stones were kicked, rolling farther and farther with the sound of 'da da'.

After staying in such a quiet environment for a long time, even the air flow has slowed down a little.

It doesn't feel like this at first, but it gets a little boring after a long time.

The whole building is only five floors, and as an office building in a factory, this height is enough.

'click. '

The moment he stepped on the fifth floor, an unusual breath came over his face in the air.

The originally slow-flowing air suddenly became sharp at this moment, as if a sharp knife suddenly appeared in the soft cotton candy.

Murong Ling squatted on the spot with only one foot, raised his hand and tapped on the monitor.

In the simple room a few kilometers away, the people in the entire meeting room held their breath at this moment, picked up the headsets in front of them and put them on. Even Qian Shucheng and Meng Junchen were given a seat to put on the headsets.

The 'da da' sound disappeared from the loudspeakers and came back from everyone's headsets.

Everyone present was aware of it.

Arrived.