The Internet cafe that Wang Liang went to was the same one the two of them went to last time. It was very close to the Sanlin Road Police Station and the Jiuheqiao Police Station.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Wang Liang called out, "Bai Song, look at my equipment! Look!"
Bai Song went over to take a look. What the hell was this? The two highlands were destroyed, and the opponent exchanged one for four. Only Wang Liang was still alive. He played a Medusa. After 65 minutes, he finally combined the six pieces of equipment to form the Holy Sword.
The flying messenger slowly flew over, and a golden holy sword was directly inserted into Medusa's backpack.
The four opponents huddled together, and three of them were not in good condition. Medusa was the only one guarding the enemy, standing on the high ground of the third lane, shooting methodically as if she was strolling in a garden. The opponent had one Spectre who had no big ability and three stray soldiers, and three of them fell in five or six seconds. Only one Windranger was left, and he fled in panic when he saw the situation was not good.
Wang Liang was very proud and chased after him quickly, wishing he could take out a jumping knife.
Windrunner seized the opportunity and tied up Medusa, whose Linken Sphere was cooling down, with an arrow, and then began to attack frantically. However, with the six divine equipment and the butterfly in hand, Medusa was extremely powerful. As soon as the bondage ended, two long arrows flew out, and the cannon hit critically, and Windrunner fell to the ground. Wang Liang also heard the English words "ultra kill" in his headphones.
The complacent Wang Liang did not notice his teammates' frantic typing. Humph, there is no need to look at it now. They must be a bunch of lickspittles who didn't say anything nice before and now come out to praise "666"!
"Military line, military line!" Bai Song couldn't bear it anymore and reminded.
Wang Liang finally reacted and walked slowly towards the high ground. However, the two super soldiers were so brave that the Tree of Life fell down.
"Hahaha, quad kill, isn't that cool?" Wang Liang said excitedly.
"What a cool thing! The base has been pushed down." Bai Song was speechless.
"That doesn't matter, as long as I look good! Quadruple kill, the last time I got a quadruple kill was when I was a junior!" Wang Liang danced with joy: "Winning or losing doesn't matter, I always win anyway."
Bai Song held his forehead with his hand. At this moment, he deeply doubted whether it was the right decision for him to come to Wang Liang.
"Wait for me, I'll open it later. I'm going to the bathroom first." Bai Song hasn't been to the bathroom all morning.
When I entered the bathroom, I still saw the familiar paintings on the wall, almost unchanged. Bai Song even took a look around and found it quite interesting.
After washing their hands, they ordered two rice bowls. Bai Song took one for Wang Liang. They just had to make do with lunch. They had already decided to have a hotpot dinner. Everyone had received their salary, so this was a small gathering, just Bai Song, Sun Jie, Wang Liang and Wang Huadong.
Wang Liang is a typical player who doesn't know it but is a pitfall. He doesn't care. The game is for relaxation. As long as you don't lose your house or land, you won't be unhappy if you lose. It doesn't matter that the ladder score has dropped from 1900 to more than 1400. At least it's easier to play in the low divisions.
But even with this mentality, after experiencing five consecutive losses in the afternoon, Bai Song still felt that he needed some quiet time. He let Wang Liang play by himself and began to browse the web casually.
"Let's go, get off the plane and have dinner." Wang Liang had won three games in a row, stretched himself comfortably, and patted Bai Song on the back: "Holy crap? You were reading a paper in an Internet cafe?"
Bai Song was too lazy to pay attention to Wang Liang, whose level could be called "tough plastic" in later generations... After closing the information he was looking up, Bai Song got off the plane and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, and we'll leave after that."
"Hey hey hey, I'm going too!"
The two of them went into the bathroom, one after the other.
As soon as I pushed the door open, a shabby-dressed guy came towards me. He was about 1.7 meters tall and wore a gaudy long-sleeved shirt that was dirty. The collar was covered in dust and the sleeves were so dirty that you couldn't tell the color. He was holding a cigarette in his left hand and a black tube in his right hand.
Bai Song is tall and strong. Wang Liang is about 1.78 meters tall and of medium build. When the two of them walked in together, the guy inside was blocked at the door and couldn't get out at all.
The guy was originally dissatisfied, but after taking a step back, he put a cigarette in his mouth, put his left hand on his waist, and looked up. His expression at the first moment was extremely indignant. Then he looked at the two strong men, and his expression instantly became casual. He raised his right hand, which had nowhere to go, and turned the pen in his hand.
Originally Bai Song thought that the man was holding something bad in his right hand, but when he took a closer look, he saw that it was just a pen. He didn't think much about it, and turned sideways to let the guy go.
"What's so great about you? After all, you're just a painter of advertisements." After the man left, Wang Liang said contemptuously and unzipped his pants.
Small advertisement!
Bai Song was startled and turned his head to take a look. On the wall was written "For sale of guns, please contact 13...7..."
In an instant, all the hairs on Bai Song's body stopped secreting sweat, his adrenaline surged, and without any warning, he turned around and ran out.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on?" When Wang Liang saw this, he immediately followed Bai Song and ran out without even zipping up his clothes.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Bai Song said as he ran to the middle of the lobby of the Internet cafe.
The man had already walked out of the Internet cafe. Maybe because he felt guilty, he looked back and saw Bai Song running quickly. He was shocked and immediately ran in one direction.
How could he get away in this situation? If he really got away, Bai Song's physique that allowed him to win a place in the sports meet at the police academy would be wasted!
There is a main road outside the door. This guy is unlucky. His speed slowed down after running only a hundred meters. Bai Song only needs to sprint again to catch up.
Bai Song keenly noticed that the man had thrown away his pen and cigarette, but he kept looking back while running, and his arms were still reaching into his clothes.
Bai Song slowed down. He was not reckless. He was unarmed. If the other party really had a stick or something, it would be fine. But if he had a knife, it would be dangerous. If, if, if, that guy really had a gun, then the risk factor would be too high.
Bai Song was hanging the man, about 15 meters away. To be honest, at this distance, even if Bai Song himself was holding a standard weapon, he would not dare to hit the target if he was very tired. So this distance was very safe.
After Bai Song followed for three or four hundred meters, Wang Liang also caught up. When the runner saw this, he showed fear on his face, but he still insisted on running.
It was getting dark at this time, and the man probably wanted to find a chance to escape as it was getting dark, but it took a while for the sky to turn dark, and the more he ran, the weaker he became. Given the distance between the three of them, even if he went into an alley, it would be difficult for him to get rid of Bai Song and Wang Liang.
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