Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

Old Jerry is in a very unattractive mood now. This is not evident from the facial features squeezed together by the fat on his face by the younger brothers who have worked under him for many years, because the distance between them is too tight, and the emotional It's hard to see anything from his mung bean eyes, sausage mouth, or double chin that are almost closed by the eyelids.

They judged from the fact that their boss grabbed the ashtray on the table and threw it violently, hitting the head of a close boy and bleeding. They can tell that the boss is very angry now.

In fact, this is also a very good judgment. No one will be in a good mood after losing a gem making machine, let alone an old Grandet like old Jerry.

Oh correction, was snatched.

"Tell me, which bastard dared to touch my things." Maybe the fat in the neck had accumulated on the vocal cords, and his voice even felt sticky and greasy.When he stretched out two fingers, the people around him had already understood, and thoughtfully offered a cigar and lit it. Old Jerry took a deep breath, sighed and let out a puff of smoke, as if he wanted to comfort him. Calming his emotions: "I really can't believe it, does he think he has an extra head than ordinary people?"

The underground forces have always been intricate, and basically no one with normal responsiveness would choose to confront them head-on.And Jerry was able to survive from "Little Jerry" to "Old Jerry" in such an underground world, not just because he lived longer.In other words, everyone who can live for a long time must have some abilities that can keep them alive and are feared by others.

"It's...it's the 'file'." The man who just lit the cigar for him hesitated a bit, then fell backwards with a low cry.

Old Jerry grabbed the fresh ashtray and swung it over his head.He still seemed to be puzzled, and the cigar in his hand was twisted fiercely on the leather sofa, and he threw the cigar aside after the air was filled with the stench of burning.As if he couldn't breathe, he kept repeating words such as "useless idiot" like a repeater, and finally squeezed ten short fingers tightly, without giving any punishment to the "reckless bastard", and stood up. Get up and beat the man who had been guarding the gem-making machine.

Yes, those who can survive in such a world, and live for a long time and do well, need to have the first ability, which is to clearly judge the strength gap between the enemy and ourselves, and not do stupid things like hitting a stone with an egg.

Old Jerry remembered the origin of the title "file", and while the fat all over his body shuddered, he struck harder with his hands.

After all, people are always merciless when it comes to things they can control or think they can control.

His furious growl:

"You bastards! Who leaked the news! I'm going to kill him!"

At this time, it may be the "file" with an extra head than others, who is putting his hands in his pockets and turning his head impatiently to look at the crying girl behind him, not urging the other party to move too slowly.

"Can you go faster? I thought your ability was to make gems, but I didn't expect your ability to be slower than a snail."

"Did I make a mistake in the inspection just now? They just locked you in a cage and shouldn't have broken your legs."

"Comeon, did I leave your wheelchair?"

"Did you get sluggish due to slime's slime?"

Such sarcasm was endless, and it also made the tears of the guy behind him fall more fiercely and more slowly.

Her tears fell down, and before they fell off her face, they turned into crystal clear stones shining with dazzling light.

Red, green, blue, transparent.

Each one is very beautiful.

Each one is priceless.

Jones had never believed in such a thing as a hero.Ever since she was locked in a cage consisting of two wooden planks and 36 finger-thick iron rods, and hung in this warehouse, and there was a time limit for eating and going to the toilet every day, she never believed in such things. exists.

There is no light, no light.The daily task is to shed as many tears as possible, causing her originally big and godlike honey-like eyes to be sunken, leaving deep tear stains.She even began to resent, resenting why those glamorous superheroes were unwilling to take even 5 minutes to save herself who was suffering a little bit.

Until about four hours ago, this… boy?girl?I don’t know how to call it “file” first, everyone calls him/her/it that.

At that time, she was hanging ropes on her ears like a clown, linking to the cloth pocket placed under her face to collect tears of jewels. This family partner in a hooded sweater broke into the door with an earth-shattering bang, and stepped on it. Walking in with the door panel that just collapsed.His hat was buttoned on his head, and some unruly hair came out of his neck, which looked unreal under the dim light.

The guard stood up holding the wooden warehouse, cursing and trying to get the short, thin, vulnerable guy to get out quickly.

And then... there is no more.

He stretched out his hand and made a tightening movement about 30 centimeters away from the other party's neck. The man's yelling and cursing were all choked in his throat.A volley of bullets disappeared in mid-air as if by magic, passed through him, and hit the wall crackling, splashing small stones even crashing on Jones' face.

Then, with his other hand, he picked up a beer bottle that was at least five meters away from him and hit a guy's head in the middle. After he successfully shot the other guy, the other stunned guys seemed to wake up from a dream.They yelled, "This is a 'file'!" and rushed forward, cursing.

But "File" didn't listen to what these people were saying at all.Maybe he was just looking for an opportunity to fight instead of a reason, he didn't even bother to babble with these scumbags with only five combat effectiveness.

Immediately afterwards, Jones had the privilege of watching one of the most entertaining fights of her 17-year life so far.The situation of the battle fell to the point that even a bystander like her couldn't bear to look directly at it.She saw that the number of people standing was decreasing, accompanied by the sound of wooden bins, fists hitting flesh, beer bottles breaking, heavy objects falling to the ground and painful groans, until only two people were standing - "file" And the person who choked his neck at the beginning—forgot to cry and scream, and even when she regained consciousness, she was surprised and embarrassed to find that she was actually clapping.

Moreover, in the empty space, the echo was particularly loud.

clap clap.

clap clap.

She put down her hand embarrassingly.

But "The File" didn't seem to hear it at all, as if it completely ignored Jones in the cage, and went straight to the guy who had been strangled from the beginning of the battle, and with the movement of the arm, the guy slowly bent down from standing, Squat down, kneel down, and put your face on the ground.

"Tell your boss what to do and what not to do." His voice was hoarse and deep, as if he had a cold and healed for a long time, and a mouthful of old phlegm was indistinguishable, but it was full of danger: "I have always been tolerant, this time Just to tell him, don't extend your hand too far, lest you get cut off where it shouldn't be. Come again next time—" He paused, and the man on the ground suddenly struggled, as if he had been fished out Eyeballs bulging like fish in the water, his hands kept scratching at the neck, looking like he was about to die.But "File" was still calm, and said slowly: "It's not so friendly anymore."

As soon as the words fell, the man coughed violently, and he curled up like an ugly prawn.

He calmly stepped on the man and came to a desk, rummaged through it skilfully, put some unknown pieces of paper and things that were probably photos into his arms, and then silently planned to return the same way.

——he kept silent from beginning to end without even looking at the poor people who needed to be saved!

Jones' eyes followed him, from anticipation to doubt and then panic, until the end he didn't get a glance from the other party!

"Wait!" She finally yelled out in shock when the other party had already stepped on the door that was pushed down by him.She looked at the person who stopped but still didn't look at her and said in disbelief, "Aren't you going to save me?"

He turned his neck about thirty degrees, and then quickly returned to his position: "The reason."

Her eyes widened: "You knocked them all down! And aren't you a superhero? Isn't this what you should do!"

He replaced his answer with actions: He lifted his feet and continued to walk outside, even stingy with saying "goodbye".

"Wait!" Her whole body was stuck to the iron railing, but unfortunately, this call did not bring any stop, and she could even hear the footsteps getting farther and farther away.She was at a loss, maybe her brain was burned out, she shouted: "I have money!"

There was a pause in the footsteps, and then they quickly moved from far to near, and finally stepped on the door again: "How much do you have?"

He raised his head while speaking, and Jones saw the face of "The File" clearly for the first time in the shaky iron cage.

It was an immature, soft face that belonged to a girl.

Before the other party frowned and was about to turn around and leave, she hastily raised the cloth bag containing the gems: "It's all gems! There are all kinds of them! How much do you want!" Seeing the other party, she still seemed displeased. He seemed to believe it, and was about to continue explaining, but before the words came out, the other party raised his jaw.She heard the crisp sound of a broken chain, and only felt a terrible weightlessness and the loud noise and dull pain of falling heavily on the ground. She clutched her mouth that had just bit her tongue, and crawled out of the cage that was probably broken.

The gems were scattered all over the place, and only a very small part of the gems survived in the pocket.When she was wondering whether to start picking up stones, this guy in front of her had already rudely taken her cloth pocket, looked at the dim light as if to confirm the authenticity, and then put the gems in into his pocket, turned around:

"Follow."

The military boot-style shoes clattered on the ground, and the "file" sounded like it had gone far.Jones looked at the big guys who couldn't get up all over the ground, and didn't want to rush to catch up.

Well, probably not superheroes.

She caught up with "The File", looked at the same scene in the corridor as in the room, tried not to step on the people who seemed to have lost consciousness, and followed closely behind her.

But she was saved anyway.

She thought a little fortunately.

The author has something to say: Although the captain appears a lot in the copywriting, he still has to wait until he appears seriously

A file is not a good thing, ready to disregard human life at any time

So if you can't stand the three views of the heroine, please retreat quickly.