Chapter 97: robbery

Pedestrians at night are significantly less than before, and it is not known whether it is the role of patrol officers, various spot checks, or because ordinary people have more or less noticed changes in the situation.
Zu Lifeng observed the expressions of some people who came forward and found that they almost looked a little bit frowning. Some people are full of tiredness, and one of them yelled on the phone: "How many times have I told you! Now the company's effectiveness is getting worse and worse, layoffs and layoffs every day! I do not work overtime long ago Dismissed! What, overtime pay? Oh, where are there any overtime pay now ... looking for a job? You don't have to look at how many people are unemployed, it is good to have a full meal ... "
After yelling, he sighed again, and his voice was lowered again: "I'm sorry wife, I didn't yell at you intentionally. I went to the police station to ask about the disappearance of my dad today ... um, No news yet ... don't think about it, there is always a thought without news ... "
However, at this moment, a figure suddenly stopped for a moment when he strayed from him. The next moment, the tired-looking man felt like he was being held by a hand.
Zu Lifeng pulled the man aside, and then gave a cold glance at the stopped figure.
The man glanced at Su Lifeng with a stunned glance, and followed his sight.
The figure was a young man in his early twenties with yellow hair, holding a roll of newspaper in his hand, but looking through the eyes of the man, he clearly noticed that the newspaper had a sharp knife tip.
"Hmm ..." The young man was not panicked in the slightest. He glanced at Zu Lifeng fiercely, and quickly entered the crowd and disappeared.
The man then reacted. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and nodded gratefully to Zuli Feng: "Thank you, thank you ..."
"It's okay, don't call with your mobile phone anymore, he just wanted to grab your mobile phone." Zu Lifeng also released him.
好的 "Okay, thank you ..." The man thanked him again and again, and then left in a hurry.
Zu Lifeng looked at the back of his mobile phone, and he said with a fear in his voice: "Some thing, I'll hang up, go home and tell you ..."
The people around me didn't seem to notice much of this scene, maybe they would avoid it if they noticed it ...
Although there were people who hacked on the street before, and there were many robberies, but like the young man who just came up first, and there were still fearless people, after all, it was still a minority.
At the first glance, it was a recidivist, even if there were police patrols everywhere, he dared to do it ...
Suddenly, the man, who was almost taken captive, never mentioned to the police.
I should know that the alarm is not very useful, right?
In the case of investigating different species, where can we find police forces to manage more and more law and order cases ...
Zu Lifeng gently lifted the bag in his hand, then turned into a small supermarket to buy some supper, and then slowly walked home.
"It used to cost more than a hundred things to rise to more than two hundred this time, and I don't know if the economy would collapse peacefully first." Zu Lifeng thought about it and turned into an alley.
Maybe to save electricity, there is only a street light on the corner in this more remote alley, which makes people feel very dark. When most people pass here at night, I am afraid to think more.
Zu Lifeng did not see it, and went straight in.
I didn't go far, and he stopped suddenly, without answering, "Go ahead, when are you going to follow me?"
哟 "Oh, surely I'm not timid." There was a pause behind, then a slightly husky voice came out.
Zu Lifeng turned his head, looking at the yellow-haired youth with a hint of disgust. Not only him, he also brought several people, almost the same age, with fierce eyes, carrying a knife in his hand, or a steel pipe.
These people moved slowly and surrounded Zurich.
"Be brave? Pretend! Look at him looking like this little white face, as thin as a bamboo pole, just don't be beaten up crying father and shouting mother." Just laughed.
"Hey? What do you think you bought? Is this lover chocolate? Why, do you have a lover? Girlfriend?" Another flat-headed young man stared at the plastic bag in the supermarket in Zu Lifeng's hand, suddenly / evil The local proposed, "How about we let this guy take us home? Let him contribute our girlfriend to Lele, just like the couple yesterday."
The head of the young Huang Mao youth looking at Zu Lifeng was already full of viciousness. He nodded and said, "Okay."
"So let's say that. Boy, what do you have in another bag? What kind of cement bag is this? See if your life is going well, shouldn't you put money here on purpose? Open the bag and see." The flat-headed youth turned to laugh again. He had already thought about it, first let the kid obediently obey, and then beat him to half death when he thought he would be let go if he obeyed. After killing his girlfriend in front of him, he can kill them together.
Zu Lifeng didn't even look at him, he lowered the bag lightly and took off his windbreaker.
"Hey! Are you stupid, I let you open the bag!" The flat-headed young man suddenly raised the steel pipe in his hand.
But at this moment, the flash of red light, the smile on the face of the flat-headed youth froze. He watched dullly as the steel pipe fell to the ground and rolled to his feet. Why does the broken hand holding the steel pipe seem to be his own?
Before he realized it ~ EbookFREE.me ~, he felt a blood on his face again. A human head flew past him, looking a little familiar ...
The bag on the ground opened slightly, and the flat-headed young man finally saw it.
But just glanced at him, he felt a sudden burst of coolness on his body.
He is not the kind of pleasure that listens to people screaming and mourns under his own hands, but is fear.
Just in a blink of an eye, Zu Lifeng retracted the bone wings, put on a windbreaker, and then lifted the bag again.
Until the figure of Zu Lifeng continued to slowly move forward and disappeared into the darkness, the flat-headed young man finally realized what was happening.
It was his hand that cut it off, and his companions were dead.
He turned his head, wanted to see the Huangmao who brought them, and wanted to scold him, but suddenly, when he turned his head, he felt a heat flow from his neck.
"Is my neck cut too?"
While this sense of astonishment was rushing down the mountain, the flat-headed young man also saw yellow hair.
He was just like himself. When he turned his head to look at himself, a crack appeared in his neck ...
"How long will a person bleed to die?" At this moment, the flat-headed young man suddenly thought of the question he once asked a victim.
He had some regrets. At that time, he didn't want to hear the answer from the victim, he just wanted to have fun.
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