A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 After seeing that Lu Li had a gun in his hand, Bolivar was shocked. He raised his hand and said, "Police officer, I am willing to cooperate."

　　 Obviously, verbal cues played a role.

　　 Until now, Bolivar still believes that Lu Li represents the official agency, and seeing that things are going well, Lu Li finally feels a little lighter.

　　 "Put your clothes on..."

　　 "By the way, change into a more normal one, don't dress up or wear a mask."

　　 This guy has a unique taste in clothes. He likes to wear an oversized ring on his finger, with a silver necklace, a silver skull pendant, and a tall head. Even if he uses a mask, he can be recognized.

　　 Therefore, after Lu Li explained these precautions, he raised the muzzle slightly.

　　 After all, the wicked must be grinded by the wicked.

　　 Lu Li really doesn't mind being a villain when he treats Bolivar and Joan Luce.

　　 A few minutes later, Bolivar, dressed in overalls and acting as a plumber repairman, walked out of the theater, his feet stiff, he knew that a gun was pointed at him behind him.

　　 "Did you see the black Chevrolet parked deep in the alley? Go over."

　　 "Make a random move, and the shooting begins."

　　 Five o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 Lu Li got in the driver's seat, turned on the navigation, and drove to the next target.

　　 On the other side, Bolivar had an unbelievable expression, as if saying: You are abusing lynching, and I want to sue you.

　　 "When I'm tired, I will sleep for a while, or move twice when I feel uncomfortable. I will keep staring at you."

　　 "Woo woo woo..."

　　 handcuffs, iron chains, plus a pair of special mouth plugs. Fortunately, a mask is blocked outside, otherwise it will definitely cause a series of troubles.

　　 And these are all to protect himself, because Lu Li didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

　　Especially the vampires in this world are ugly and ugly. Once they are recruited, they are likely to become a monster who only knows how to kill.

　　 At this time, Bolivar also reacted. He suddenly discovered that Lu Li was wearing a casual suit, driving a private car, and treating himself badly, completely inconsistent with the law enforcement process.

　　 Time passed slowly.

　　 The car galloped all the way and arrived in Brooklyn at 7 o'clock in the evening, and Mr. Gbagbo lived in a neighborhood called Flebsh.

　　 It seemed that only two survivors could be taken away today, Lu Li thought silently in his heart.

　　 Thinking of this, he tilted his head and glanced at Bolivar who was sitting next to him.

　　 The guy was pale and dizzy. He was leaning on the seat, looking at the roof of the car in a daze.

　　 "Hold on a little longer."

　　 Lu Li casually comforted, and then returned his attention to the car navigation system.

　　 [Turn right five hundred meters ahead, enter Flebusch, please slow down]

　　I don't know why, Lu Li thought of the female lawyer Joan Luce. At this moment, what kind of symptoms would she show on her body?

　　 Unfortunately, none of this is known.

the other side.

　　 Mr. Gbagbo, who was finally reunited with his wife and children, was in terrible pain. He coughed constantly, turned over and over, and couldn't fall asleep.

　　 And his pet dog, Gerty, was uncharacteristically, not only did not make a fuss, but shrank quietly in the kennel, constantly whimpering, as if he was afraid of something.

　　 "Damn reporter."

　　 The noise came from downstairs, and Mr. Gbagbo struggled to get up from the bed and opened the curtains to look outside.

　　 At a glance, I can see at least ten different media reporters squatting outside his courtyard and taking pictures.

　　 Not only that, but the leading home also suffered. The yard was occupied. What's more disgusting is that there are people who are free to solve personal hygiene problems in the garden.

　　 He was sure that among the four survivors, he was the only one who suffered this kind of unfair treatment, and the community police had done nothing except soft dissuasion.

　　 According to the law, personal privacy is sacred and inviolable.

Unfortunately, the facts have proved that in this country, only the rich and powerful can enjoy fair treatment. Like Mr. Gbagbo, people who have neither money nor power can only endure sneak shots and harassment by reporters without a bottom line. .

　　 "Lucky guy, let's talk a few words."

　　 "Sir, can I take you an hour to do an interview?"

　　 Some reporters saw Mr. Gbagbo and kept beckoning and calling, and the noisy half of the community was disturbed.

　　 People's sorrows and joys are not the same. Gbagbo only thinks they are noisy and despicable. He closed the curtains blankly, walked to the counter where the family medicines are commonly used, and took out a bottle of ibuprofen.

　　 tinnitus, auditory hallucinations, fever, hair loss, soreness, bleeding gums, strong irritation in the throat, loss of appetite...

　　 All of the above are the feelings of Mr. Gbagbo.

　　 "Perhaps, I shouldn't be back this morning."

　　 As he thought, he swallowed the entire bottle of painkillers.

　　 Inadvertently, through the mirror, Gbagbo saw that he had another symptom: bloodshot eyes.

　　 Is the condition worsening?

　　If you die, what should your wife and children do?

　　 The more I think about it, the more I get confused.

　　 Finally, Mr. Gbagbo is determined to fight the mysterious virus hidden in his body——

　　 For example, fill your stomach first.

　　 With this thought, he leaned on the handrail of the stairs, step by step, and came to the refrigerator.

　　 A dim light came out from inside, milk, bread, sandwiches, tomato sauce...

　　 Soon, Mr. Gbagbo's eyes fell on a piece of raw steak, and a lot of blood gathered at the bottom of the glass basin~www.readwn.com~ It looked so attractive...

　　 Subconsciously, he picked it up and drank it, but the pain was somehow relieved, but the throat was still itchy.

　　叩!

　　KOKO!

　　 Suddenly, a knock on the door came from his side.

　　 Mr. Gbagbo, who feels good about himself, closed the refrigerator and walked toward the door. He was going to warn the unscrupulous reporters that if he dared to disturb his family’s rest, he would be shot.

　　 Even if there is no gun at home.

　　 "Honey, let me go."

　　 Suddenly, a voice came.

　　 Mary, who was squatting next to the cupboard, slowly stood up. She wanted to cook some dinner for her husband, but unfortunately witnessed the scene just now.

　　 horror, weird.

　　 In fact, Mary clearly saw that a bifurcated thorn replaced her tongue and protruded from her husband’s mouth. After drinking the blood leaking from the raw steak, the thing was taken back.

　　 However, Gbagbo didn't know how scary he was just now, but thought that drinking blood was a very bad thing.

　　 Therefore, he managed to squeeze a smile: "Well, by the way, unplug the phone line and let the children sleep well."

　　 Mary shivered when she heard her husband talk about her children. As a devout Christian, she loves her husband and children far more than herself.

　　 But now, I have to choose between the two, because Mary is afraid that her husband who is suffering from a bad disease will hurt her two children with that strange sting.

　　 "Ansel, can I send the children to your sister tomorrow morning?"

　　 "Of course, before nine o'clock, I will come back to take care of you..."

　　 Outside the door.

　　 Lu Li, wearing a mask and a peaked cap, was tempted and kept knocking on the door.