The Devil of the Walking Street

30.

In fact, Lan Ming regretted it the moment he turned around - he had never been to this place before, who knows if the end leads to another road or a dead end?

But he couldn't stop at all.

Think about it, being captured and locked up like a canary in a cage in the name of love.

He would rather stay in the attic of the church, eat and die in peace.

It's probably a bit mean - the guy puts all the good things in his hands with good intentions, but he just ignores them without even looking at them.

Instead, he pitifully begged to be taken in by his former enemy.

As Gao De said, this is a matter of giving and giving back-if you give your feelings and self-esteem, you must be eager to get something in return, but on the other hand, if you are a person who is being pursued, he will not be moved at all, because in For others, his vanity is satisfied, his charm is also reflected, his self-esteem still exists, he has not paid anything, and will not repay the suitor's desire, so there is no answer.

No... I probably have lived for too long, and even my brain is not working well, so I still have the time to reflect on myself at this time.

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Lan Ming ran in the alley at a normal speed, and Er Wang also chased him in the alley at a normal speed.

Occasionally, I can hear "Miss" laughing in twos and threes:

"Oh, what happened again."

That's right, Luofeng Street is full of fish and dragons, and everything has happened.

There was once a man who slept with the gangster's leader's woman in a nightclub, but was dragged into a certain alley on Luofeng Street and had her lower body cut off.

This matter had been popular in the W city forum for a while, but in the end it did not cause any major disturbances.

Lan Ming knew that he couldn't go on like this, he just ate too much - his stomach started to hurt.

He came to the "Xiaoliang Steamed Shrimp" that he had just left, and took a cursory glance inside. At this time, the small restaurant was already overcrowded-there were no figures of Swell and Hu Bin.

The little devil couldn't help but say "Fa_Q" and looked left and right, then walked into an alley behind the small shop.

The small alleys are squeezed between residential buildings, and the sky is already dark, with only pitiful light coming in. From the outside, the inside is pitch black—but this is exactly what Lan Ming wanted. of.

Generally, this kind of place is an excellent place to kill people and steal goods when the moon is dark and the wind is high, and to sneak through doors and pick locks.

If you can't run, just hang up.

He unzipped his clothes in embarrassment, took off the hoodie, and held it in his arms.

Ever since he was born, no werewolf had ever heard of one that could fly.

How could such a good talent be forgotten? ...if only it didn't ruin the clothes.

Do you want to take off the sweater?

He weighed it in his mind, and felt that it would be very cold if he only wore a coat later.

The sound of footsteps had already come from the entrance of the alley, Lan Ming did not turn his head, even though he had come to the end of the alley at this time, judging from the sound, there was still a certain distance between Erwang and himself.

He tied his coat around his waist and was just about to lift the hem of the sweater with his hands.

The evil hidden in the body is about to move, and the wings on the back are impatiently ready to break out of the body.

Bye ~

The little devil secretly delighted in his heart.

However, with a gunshot, a cloud of blood burst from the shoulders of Lan Ming's beige knitted sweater.

!!

Before he could feel the severe pain from his left shoulder, he only felt that there was something cold there that was melting and spreading throughout his body with the blood.

He staggered a few steps forward, arched his body, and felt tightness in his chest.

Like a crucian carp being put on the chopping board to be killed after being slapped unconscious, he panted violently, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't make any sound.

Because the wall at the end of the alley rarely sees light, it is covered with moss and black mold, and emits a disgusting smell. Lan Ming has no choice but to lean heavily against the mottled wall.

The unknown liquid attacked very quickly, and almost instantly, he felt as if his whole body was filled with lead, and his hands and feet were cold.

The wings that were about to move behind seemed to be soothed by something, and gradually became quiet.

Just like a mouse that has been anesthetized, it is about to be ruthlessly cut off a certain part of its organs, and conduct controlled experiments with its intact companions.

"..." He leaned against the wall with some difficulty to support his body, his eyes were fierce but somewhat unbelievable.

When did you come up with such a novel way to arrest people?

This shot was really fucking merciless.

The young man was holding a specially modified Browning M1935 semi-automatic pistol, his hand was still held straight, and his inorganic eyes looked at Lan Ming without any emotion. demon.

Lan Ming leaned against the wall helplessly, his chest heaved violently, and he felt his legs go limp.

Er Wang stood still not far from him, pulled the trigger, and the specially made bullet rushed out again mercilessly with a sharp whistling sound.

Almost at the same time, a black light invisible to the naked eye flashed, and the bullet fell to the ground with a "ding" a few meters in front of Lan Ming.

Seeing this, the young man raised his eyebrows and eyes slightly, as if mocking: "If you didn't choose to run away in the first place, you would have killed me instead."

Isn't it all done?

Lan Ming didn't reply, his eyes were now black, and he was holding the "field" outside his body with his consciousness, preventing anyone from approaching.

There was another sound of footsteps, and Hadley chased after Vigil in his arms.

"It seems to work well." Wei Ji jumped out of Hadley's arms, stood beside Er Wang, and looked at the man who was sitting on the ground exhausted—Lan Ming seemed to have completely fallen into a coma.

She took out a small syringe from her purse: "Don't tell Lei Nuo, I'll secretly draw a tube of his blood."

Hadley didn't know whether he should stop Vigil. He looked at the young man with a stern face, and felt that it would be more reliable for him to be a little translator obediently.

"You'd better not," Er Wang looked coldly at the man with his head bowed: "The field around him hasn't disappeared yet, if you don't want to be turned into water, go there."

The so-called "field" is a bit like an automatic defense mechanism unique to demons, and it will not be used under normal circumstances, because it will keep the demons in a state of high nervous tension and consume a lot of energy.

"So now is the task target captured?" Hadley was a little confused about the direction of the matter: "So easy?"

"To deal with legal professions like demons, you can interrupt them before their skills are read." Wei Ji, who was stopped, took back the syringe regretfully: "I just gave Er Wang a test product a few days ago, I didn't expect It works well. However, I think there is room for improvement.”

It is best to directly seal the power in the demon body.

But samples are not enough.

She clicked her tongue lightly in her heart.

Hadley looked at Vigil with some disappointment: "Didn't you say you can run very well? Aren't pure-blooded demons very strong?"

There was a smile on the little girl's face that didn't belong to her age. It was a gesture of contempt and sympathy: "It's just that the force value is relatively high. After living together for so long, everyone understands .” She looked at the young man beside her.

Er Wang nodded clearly: "Yes, he is actually very fragile."

Cowardly, cowardly, lacking in love, the Holy Mother.

Winter nights always come very early. At this time, the alley is gradually sinking into darkness, and no one knows what is or is going to happen here.

The young man froze suddenly, and he looked up vigilantly, as if he felt some threat.

"Hey, let me tell you a secret." Vigil narrowed his eyes, and pulled the hem of Rahadri's clothes with a smile: "He can't do anything to people who used to be friends."

Hadley was confused by what he heard, and felt even more baffled at this moment: "So?"

The little girl looked up at the man who suddenly appeared and was standing on the wall: "You and Lan Ming must have a good relationship~"