Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

[Welcome to the second generation of the binding survival game - save the game, the world has been imported successfully, the memory of the game character has been loaded successfully, the reality memory block will be automatically unlocked after the game is over, and the second round of the seventh game world is now open, the name of the world ——The boundary line between good and evil. 】

[Mission introduction: The reason why the world is peaceful is because there are always people protecting our hard-won life in the dark. 】

[Mission objective: If you don't contact me again, I will become the enemy's boss! 】

Noisy, noisy, chaotic music and two groups of people fighting.

Just as Feng Yun opened his eyes, there was a gust of wind blowing in front of him. He instinctively lowered his body to dodge, then quickly grabbed the empty bottle on the wine table behind him and swung it on the head of the man in front of him.

The sound of the wine bottle shattering sounded, and he gradually came back to his senses.

"Brother Feng, the police are here!"

"Let's go." Feng Yun shouted, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man who was beaten just now got up from the ground covering his head.

Without even thinking about it, he propped up the wine table with one hand, and kicked the opponent's head in the air, and the latter couldn't get up at all this time.

The sound of sirens outside the bar came from far to near, and they quickly approached.

The police cars blocked all the front and rear doors of the bar. When they rushed into the bar, a white van also quickly left the area.

"Damn, what a meddling idiot." One person cursed angrily, his face was bruised and swollen from the beating.

Feng Yun thought it was funny, "I can't beat them, so what's there to scold."

"No, Brother Feng, they chose first."

"No matter who picks it, it's someone else's domain, so it's best to be careful."

Feng Yun squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "Okay, I'll get out of the car."

"Why are you getting out of the car?"

"Sober up..."

"Remember we have to collect rent tomorrow."

"Got it, got it." Feng Yun waved his hand, and said impatiently, "Let's go quickly, pay attention to safety on the road."

After the van sped away, Feng Yun took a breath of the hot and dry summer air, and walked towards the direction of his memory home.

He said it was a home, but it was actually a rented house. He thought that the rent of [-] yuan was too high, so he recently posted a co-rental post on the Internet.

The phone rang, and he took it out, it was an unknown number.

"Hello."

"Hello, I saw the notice of shared renting on the Internet, are you Mr. Feng?" There was a young and gentle voice on the other end of the phone.

Feng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, even though he knew that the person opposite was invisible, he still smiled and said: "Yes, I am Feng Yun, do you want to rent a house?"

"Yes, are you free now?" The man said, "I want to ask about the specific situation."

"Yes, you can ask, but what I posted on the Internet is true, and you can't find anything if you ask again."

"Then when are you free? I want to see the house."

"When will you be free?" Feng Yun stood in front of a 24-hour convenience store, thought for a while and walked in, "I'll be free tomorrow, in the morning."

"How about ten o'clock in the morning? I want to move there as early as possible. If it looks good in the morning, I want to move in the afternoon." It sounded quite anxious over there.

Feng Yun stood in front of the refrigerator, his eyes swept over the cold beer inside, and he replied a little casually, "Okay, then call me when you arrive at the gate of the community tomorrow, and I will pick you up."

"Okay, thank you, sorry to trouble you."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Yun looked at the black screen of the phone again, and the man on the screen showed a frivolous smile, "The voice is nice, but I don't know what he looks like."

He took two cans of cold beer, picked up an ice cream from the refrigerator, checked out and left the convenience store.

Feng Yun got up early in the morning, so he had to go out for a run for half an hour at six o'clock on time, and when he came back, he brought a few fried dough sticks.

The house he rented was on the seventh floor, 702, with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. crushing.

It's not easy to find a co-renter these days. He hung up on the Internet for two weeks, and finally found a renter.

While eating deep-fried dough sticks on the sofa, Feng Yun looked at the chaotic and orderly living room and the dirty clothes piled up on the small stool opposite.

How about... tidy up?It's not easy for someone to rent a house, he can't scare them away just because of this.

And he really couldn't pay the rent.

Just do what you say, Feng Yun quickly finished his breakfast and started to tidy up the house.

At nine fifty, the phone rang.

He grabbed a vest and walked down, scratching his messy hair in the elevator.

The elevator on the seventh floor stopped on the third floor, the door opened, and a teenage girl was about to walk in, but she was obviously startled when she saw him.

"Can you come in?" Feng Yun asked her.

She shrank her neck, "I, I'm still waiting for someone, uncle, you go first."

Feng Yun curled his lips and closed the elevator.

uncle?Well, he's 30 anyway, and it's time to accept that it's normal for teenagers to call him uncle.

At the gate of the community, passers-by who came and went looked aside inadvertently. There were a few grocery-shopping aunts carrying baskets, who enthusiastically went up to introduce their daughters, but were politely declined by that person.

Bai Yumo was wearing a half-sleeve shirt, a pair of draped summer straight-leg pants, white sneakers, and a delicate face. Standing outside such an old neighborhood, he was very conspicuous.

The phone in his hand rang suddenly, and he picked it up immediately. Before he could speak, a voice rang from the other side.

"Hello, where are you? I'm at the gate of the community."

Bai Yumo had already heard the same voice outside the microphone. He walked out of the shadow under the wall and quickly found his target, "I'm here! Look to the right."

Feng Yun squinted his eyes and looked to the right.

Outside the gate of the community, a person waved his white arm at him.

"Damn it..." He took a step down, as if he stepped on something, looked down, and saw that it was his cell phone that he had used for two years, "Hiss—"

He took a breath, quickly picked up the phone, the screen was broken, but it worked.

After all, copycat machines are bullshit.

Bai Yumo put down his hand and watched Feng Yun drop the phone and pick it up a series of actions.

The other party was wearing a summer vibe, with a white vest and black shorts, and slippers on his feet. If he sat on a deck chair with a cattail fan, he would be no different from the old man basking in the sun at the door.

"your phone……"

When that Mr. Feng walked over, Bai Yumo was a little nervous, and swallowed back what he wanted to ask.

So tall, and looking fierce, he thought.

"It's okay, it's not broken." Feng Yun scratched his head, looked him up and down a few times, and asked, "How old are you? Did you come out of college to find a house?"

"I graduated a long time ago, and I'm already working now." Bai Yumo was often asked this question by others, and he answered quickly.

Feng Yun nodded, "Okay, let's go, let's go see the house."

When the two came to the house, Feng Yun threw the key away, "Look around as you please, it's your house, you can go and have a look first."

"thanks……"

Bai Yumo walked around, asked a few more questions, finally nodded, and asked, "Then can we sign the contract now? I want to move in the afternoon and live in the evening."

Feng Yun was a little surprised, "So anxious?"

"Well... something urgent." Bai Yumo didn't want to talk too much.

Feng Yun didn't continue to ask, but just took the pre-printed contract and signed it for each person.

After Bai Yumo took the contract, paid the rent and the deposit, he was about to leave, and Feng Yun also got up and went out.

"Mr. Feng, you don't need to send it away, I..."

"I'm going out too." Feng Yun put his hand on his shoulder and patted him, "Let's go together."

Bai Yumo glanced at the hand on his shoulder, which was held until the two separated at the gate of the community.

Bai Yumo came by car. After thinking about it, he drove to Feng Yun, honked the horn and asked, "Mr. Feng, I can take you for a ride."

Feng Yun was not too polite, and after getting in the car, he mentioned a mobile phone repair shop.

When he was wearing his seat belt, he saw an ID card in the middle where he put things, and suddenly asked, "Are you a doctor?"

Bai Yumo was embarrassed, "It's just an intern, and I haven't become a regular yet."

"Oh...do doctors earn a lot?"

"Not much, it's enough, I can't save much money."

"That's right, I've always thought that doctors make quite a lot of money..." Feng Yun looked at the little yellow flower perfume dangling in front of the car, "How about... I'll cut the rent in half for you? We can rewrite a contract."

Bai Yumo laughed, "How can it be done? It's only three hundred and five if it's reduced by half. It's not such a good thing."

"Aren't you going to take it now?"

"Forget it, I can still pay the rent, seven hundred a month, it's pretty good."

"You decide."

The little white car left quickly, Feng Yun turned around and went into the repair shop, took out the phone and asked if it could be repaired.

The man looked at it over and over for a long time, and advised him to buy a new one.

Feng Yun looked at the balance in the phone, plus today's rent deposit, it was only around [-] yuan.

He gritted his teeth and bought a new mobile phone worth about [-] yuan. When he paid for it, he looked hideous. The boss was so frightened that he took the initiative to drop [-] yuan, saying that he was the first one to step into the store, and it was a promotional event.

As soon as the SIM card was replaced on the mobile phone and the data was imported, there was a call.

"Brother, are you home?"

"I'm in the repair shop." Feng Yun reported the name of the repair shop, squatting on the curb to fiddle with the new phone.

If you ask him, this new phone is a bit difficult to operate, and he still likes the old one with the back button.

"Yo, did Brother Feng change his phone?" After getting into the car, someone looked at him with sharp eyes and immediately laughed.

"Brother Feng, didn't you say a few days ago that this phone can still be used for two years?"

"If you want me to say, it's better to change it. Your previous one is really, really old. Now you have to replace your phone with a new one every year. It's a good mood every year."

Everyone laughed, but Feng Yun sighed, "I also want to change my phone every day in a cool way, because I don't have money."

"Hey, you'll get money after you finish this ticket. I heard that this guy is very smart. If something goes wrong, run away immediately. No one can catch him."

Feng Yun shook his head, noncommittal.

That man was really clever, probably because he had experience in being chased by all kinds of debt collectors, and when he saw them from a distance, he realized something was wrong and ran away.

Feng Yun and the others were driving, and the distance was getting closer and closer. Finally, the other party turned a corner and ran into an alley.

The car couldn't get in, so I had to run along.

This is the joy of debt collection, and a parkour scene can be staged at every turn.

Feng Yun soon spotted him at the entrance of the alley, and someone else blocked the other side.

Seeing that the left and right were blocked, the man simply became ruthless and took out a self-defense dagger from his trousers pocket. He held the dagger in both hands. He became ruthless and stabbed at Feng Yun like crazy.

Feng Yun didn't dodge or dodge. The moment the dagger stabbed, he held the opponent's raised wrist and broke it hard, only to hear the bones make a crisp sound.

The man let go of the pain, and when the dagger fell to the ground, his body was pulled forward.

Feng Yun withdrew one leg, then quickly raised it up, his hard knee hit the man's chin heavily, blood immediately flowed out, and a few drops splashed on the hem of Feng Yun's vest.

He threw the man away casually, then bent down to pick up the dagger and put it in his pocket, then raised his pants and squatted down, "Hey, what are you running for? In a civilized society, can we stop using knives and guns?"

"Brother Feng, are you okay?"

"It's okay, take him away." Feng Yun waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

They just find people and take them away, regardless of who has money and who doesn't.

"Smoking?" The middle-aged man in charge handed him a cigarette.

Feng Yun took a look and shook his head, "I don't smoke."

"Ha, it's a good thing that young people don't smoke." The man wasn't angry, he just lit one himself and smoked.

The smoke dispersed in the air, Feng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the begging for mercy coming from the room, "I'm not young anymore, I'm already thirty."

"If you don't find a wife at thirty, be careful that you don't have children to take care of you in the future."

"A person like me with thousands of dollars all over his body, how can I cheat a wife?" Feng Yun leaned against the wall, standing crookedly, not doing anything right.

"There's no money to make." The middle-aged man smiled and reached out to touch Feng Yun's shoulder, "How many years have you been working here?"

"Three years, a little more."

"It's good. You can make calls. You're courageous. It's easy to make money." He took out a business card from his pocket, "If you're short of money, just take a look. It's easy to make a phone call."

Feng Yun looked at the gaudy prints on it, "This won't work, I'll sell my life but not my body."

"It's just you..." The man looked at Feng Yun and nodded, "If you tidy up, you might be able to be the top card, but, you know, we make money, if we don't sell ourselves, we sell our lives."

Feng Yun twirled the business card, "I'll think about it again."

"Well, go back, the money will be on your account."

"Thank you." Feng Yun stuffed the business card into his pocket, it was only around three o'clock, he thought about it, and decided to go home.

I don't know if Bai Yumo has finished moving the house. Seeing that he is so anxious, he doesn't owe money at a young age, right?

This can't be done.

He sighed, and when he returned to the community, he saw Bai Yumo's car parked on the side of the road, carrying a cardboard box underneath.

Bai Yumo has already been busy twice. In summer, he is sweating from the heat, and his hair on his forehead is also wet in strands.

But if you find a moving company... it's too expensive.

"Yo, what a coincidence." Feng Yun wanted to be handsome and leaned his hand on the car.

However, the car was a bit hot, so he took his hand back after a while, and moved the cardboard box on the ground logically, "Is there any more? I'll help you."