Disaster Shelter

After a few smirks, the barcode turned and ran.

Wen Wen's eyes narrowed slightly and he shot a few water pokers at him, but what he didn't expect was that he had all avoided them.

The water poker shot by Wen Wen is at least equivalent to the ordinary attack of a catastrophic monster, and the bar code is just a superpower who masters the realm and can even escape all these attacks.

His strength and speed are not outstanding, but he seems to be able to make a pre-judgment on Wen Wen's attack, so as to avoid the Wen Wen attack smoothly.

Wen Wen snorted, pulled a weapon from the cloak, and said coldly to the bar code, "If you run again, don't blame me."

"Hum, it's a fool not to run ... Okay, stop, guys stop, I won't run, don't shoot."

The bar code glanced back and was frightened and stopped.

Wen Wen's concubine, let alone a handful of golden Gatling!

He can analyze poker shots by Wen Wen, and then evade in advance, but how to predict such simple and crude things like Gatling?

The bar code walked up to Wen Wen and said, "The sword gas crystal is not on my body. You will get nothing if you kill me. I can take you to find it, but you have to sign a contract with me, and you will put it after you get it. I leave. "

Wen Wen took a deep breath and said, "OK ..."

The next bar code was gentle, and walked through the post office in Baoji City, as well as the business points of several courier companies in the urban area, and ran for about an hour.

Wen Wen, who was always behind him, couldn't help but ask, "Don't you deliberately take me to waste your time,"

"Don't worry, you're almost there."

The bar code said proudly: "I am a person who is afraid of death. If I am caught and used torture, I will certainly be unable to explain the situation."

"But I would rather die than let the absurd words get crystallized, so I thought of a stupid way."

"I specifically found a local chubby and asked him to mail the package containing the sword gas crystal to a random person in Baoji City at random time."

"Then I asked him to write down some specific information about the parcel, engraved next to a barcode on my head, and then I killed him."

"I haven't read the information myself, and I only know the way to interpret the information."

"Once I was caught by the absurd words, that bar code would disappear. Even then, even if I regret it myself, if I want to use sword gas to crystallize my life, I can't do it."

Wen Wen looked at the barcode strangely. This guy looked like a cold-faced killer, but the style of doing things was not the same as his style of painting.

"You are a ruthless man, so why did you tell me?"

"Because you and ridiculous words are not the same, I leave the crystals to you, and my life, I choose to leave the crystals to you."

After searching for about another half an hour, the bar code finally got the address of the person being mailed. It was a social animal just entering the workplace, and its name was Li Haiyang ...

...

Redbeard stepped out of his forged room and saw a missed call before dialing back.

He was forbidden from disturbing him during the forging, and the phone was outside.

Because in the process, the temperature of the entire plant will rise to a level comparable to the oven, and both the phone and ordinary people will be destroyed by the high temperature.

The corpses hanging in the room have long been roasted into jerky ...

The caller was Komaga, who explained to Redbeard the whole process of the attack on the old hotel.

Redbeard didn't feel indignant about the attack on the old hotel, and it didn't matter how badly they suffered. As long as the old hotel was still there, he could have a steady stream of wicked souls.

But two of the information reported by Komaga made him very concerned.

Both of these pieces of information were provided by the cleaning lady on the third floor.

The first point is that the 315 residents are suspected of higher demons, at least have the strength of the disaster.

The second point is another guest on the third floor. In his hand is a crystal of sword gas left by the ancestors of the Clan's ancestors. The absurd word is the old hotel that was attacked by that crystal.

Redbeard's eyes lit up, and if he could get the demon and the sword gas crystal in his hands, his forging of the magic sword would be just around the corner.

"Bring them here."

"Master ... Master, they have left the old hotel." Kuma said cautiously.

The red-bearded face turned black at once, and the duck in his pocket flew again, which made him extremely annoyed.

"Where did they go?"

"No ... I don't know," said Kuman rubbing cold sweat.

"Waste, you give me the best you can to collect the information of those two people. I will try to catch it myself. If you ca n’t find it, just wait for me to give you a good look!

Redbeard angrily hung up the phone and looked at a figure hanging upside down in the factory building.

"Since there is news of a middle-order demon, there is no need to waste this catastrophic inflammation in this place, wait a minute."

The figure that Red Beard saw was a catastrophic demon he just caught yesterday.

It was the subordinate of the faceless monster, the little flame devil Matilda!

...

Li Haiyang hasn't been able to sleep well these days. When he fell asleep, he would dream of becoming a strong man with a hammer.

So today, he went to the hospital to prescribe a sleeping pill for him, threw a bunch of paper towels into the trash can at the bedside, and began to sleep in a tired state.

"I'm sure I can sleep well today. I always dream of that man, and I doubt I'm a gay."

The effect of sleeping pills is very good, that is, when I fall asleep, I feel a little pain in my face, and I can always hear popping hallucinations.

"Well ... why does my face hurt, and it hurts more and more."

Li Haiyang opened his eyes violently, and saw a bald man in a suit sitting on his body, bowing left and right to hit his ears!

"You ... what are you doing, saving your life, robbing, and there is no king law."

The bar code stopped slap ~ www.readwn.com ~ coldly to Li Haiyang: "At eight o'clock in the afternoon four days ago, where is the courier you received?"

"I haven't received any express delivery," Li Haiyang said subconsciously.

"The courier has 20,000 yuan in it, and a ceramic pillow. Do you remember now?"

Li Haiyang's eyes flickered, and some guilty conscience said, "No, no, I haven't seen any express delivery."

He actually received the courier, but there was no information on the courier, and the money in it was already squandered by Li Haiyang, because he didn't want to pay it, he said he didn't receive it.

The bar code sneered: "Then there is nothing to say."

He took out a pistol with a muffler and shot Li Haiyang's foot.

The shot didn't hit, but Li Haiyang's flushed face became redder, and the warm quilt became warmer and moist.

"The next shot is not on the quilt."