Walking out of the hospital, Ye Han looked at the empty streets.
At this time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, and the already noisy L City had already fallen asleep.
Ye Han took out his mobile phone and adjusted the dispatch fee to ¡ê20 until the driver received the order.
After waiting in the autumn wind for about ten minutes, a taxi came slowly from a distance.
I really don't want to look for a job in the old town. The driver complained while driving: "It's too messy over there. I can only come back empty."
Ye Han nodded, but didn't answer, looking at the speeding buildings around him, he studied the system carefully in his mind.
After driving for about half an hour, the car slowly stopped on the streets of the old city. Regardless, the driver and owner stopped going into town.
But in fact, it seems to have become the norm in Los Angeles taxis for drivers not to enter the old town, let alone late at night.
This ancient city is terrible
Fu Cheng got out of the car, and Ye Han looked at the broken paths in the old city. The street lights were getting brighter and darker, and they were covered with scars.
It was already past two o'clock in the morning, and at the entrance of the alley, there was a handsome and handsome uncle with handsome arms, sitting on a stone pier, smoking a cigarette, and looking at the uninvited guest Ye Han.
After tidying up his clothes, Ye Han opened the map and started walking towards the purple mark.
At this time, the purple mark has already started to move, but the speed is not fast.
Under the guidance of the map, Ye Han shuttled through the maze of the old city, getting closer and closer to the purple sign.
Turning around a corner, Ye Han suddenly heard the voice of a conversation, and quickly hid in the corner.
"Who are you? Sneaking into my territory, poaching?" A gangster who looked like a man with a headband and a cigarette in his mouth arrogantly pointed to the opposite side.
Looking around, there was a yellow-haired man in a blue windbreaker standing not far away, with his back to the crowd.
In fact, this is the costume of Soldier 85 watching the Vanguard game, or a special skin for the collectible version! Ye Han waved his hand excitedly.
"I'm waiting for someone." No. 85 said gloomyly without looking back.
"On the territory of me and other people, do you want to make a deal! Look at your beautiful coat. I let you wait for the protection fee here." The gangster said arrogantly.
"Protection fee? Have you seen too many gangsters?" Lane 85.
This 85 seems reasonable.
Ye Han looked at the 85 data while thinking. His purple equipment is extremely luxurious.
It's no wonder that wearing the collection's clothes, the combat power has directly reached 2333, and now I can see more.
"Fuck? How dare you be so arrogant on my territory!" The gangster was obviously dissatisfied with No. 85's attitude, so he blew his whistle.
In the next second, six or seven figures ran out of the corner one after another, dressed like a rock band.
"Yellow hair, now I give you two choices, one is to leave your money, and the other is to leave your hands. Please choose one!" Due to the large number of people, the gangsters expanded even more.
As for the gangster's mocking, No. 85 remained indifferent, turned his head slightly, looked at "Rock Band" and said: "I will only give you one choice, and then immediately disappear from my sight."
"I'm fucking, who the hell gave you courage, brothers, let me go!" the gangster shouted angrily, "I'll let him pretend to be with me again!"
It appears this is not the first time the gang has done this. They all grabbed machetes and iron bars, and walked towards Soldier 85 with grim expressions.
His mouth was still yelling and cursing. He talked on and on and didn't hear what they were saying.
At this time, soldier No. 85 narrowed his eyes slightly, adhering to the glorious tradition of "I am the sixth brother in society, but I don't have many malicious words", and turned around smartly, already holding a blue metallic gun in his hand. heavy pulse rifle.
The cold muzzle suddenly stopped the gangster.
"He what is he holding in his hand?" A strong man asked with some fear.
"Butit could be a gun!"
"Why haven't I seen the shape of this gun?"
"Isn't it Isn't this soldier 85 years old?" Suddenly, a rogue boy who knew the goods said in surprise: "He should be a character in the play!"
"Will the game characters appear in reality? It's not role-playing!"
I don't know who said a word, which suddenly made everyone realize that they were a little bit wanting to laugh after sweeping away the haze before.
"Hahaha, cos has become a game character, who is scared? Why don't you uphold justice?" The rogue boy was already laughing and couldn't keep his mouth shut.?Is this not a suicide attempt?
? Justice from Heaven is the work of a French chicken and has nothing to do with me! 85 snorted coldly, the heavy pulse rifle suddenly ejected the hidden blue salamander, and several punks fell down
"Damn it!" The sudden gunshot made the leader of the bandit scream and subconsciously hide in the corner.
The rogue boy who was still smiling suddenly froze on his face. He looked down at his companion in the pool of blood. The boy only felt that his legs were a little weak
"Are you are you really 85 years old?"
85 did not answer, but looked into the young man's eyes coldly.
"Brother! No, someone smashed up the field and still had a gun in his hand!" In the corner, the gangsters shouted for help. His trembling voice perfectly explained his fear at this moment.
85 looked around the corner where the gangster was and realized he had moved it back to the juvenile. He said coldly, "You can't see my anger."
As he spoke, three rounds of miniature rockets spewed out from the pulse rifle, entangled together and spun towards the gangster's corner.
"Boom!" There were three loud bangs.
The wall blocking the gangsters was directly blown into powder. Of course, the gangsters are likely to be blown into powder together.
Seeing this scene, the rogue boy was scared to pee.
That's right, he really freaked out and peed, his pants were dripping
Observing secretly Ye Han excitedly looked at the scene in front of him, this is finally awesome!
Just then, a loud noise came from the end of the alley. Strong men with stripes and guns in their hands were gathering from all directions.
I don't know if the gunshots and explosions will attract them, or the gangsters are just calling for help, anyway, the situation at this time does not seem to be optimistic.
"It's right in front, don't let him run!" I don't know who shouted, but Mo, who was originally hiding in the corner, became the target in an instant.
"My grass, you have the wrong person!" Ye Han waved his hands hastily.
However, the answer to him was a burst of gunshots, which frightened Ye Han to walk in the direction of 85.
The rogue boy who was still immersed in fear was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of a pistol.
His companions seemed to come to his rescue, and finally he could put his heart in his stomach instead of being afraid. (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com