It was a man who was speaking, standing alone in a corner, with a laugh, his tone of voice was like a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm, and there was a kind of cold cruelty in his cold voice. It's good that he doesn't make a sound, but when he makes a sound, tens of thousands of human lives are lost, as if those are not human lives, but tens of thousands of mice, tens of thousands of disgusting creatures that only waste food in his eyes.
What the man said was ordinary, and the others shuddered when they heard it. They looked at the man who spoke together.
The man is very young. Compared with the leaders here who are at least in their early thirties, he seems to have more potential. He has a face of twenty-four or five years old, without the vitality of a young man. The disaster that seems to be about to happen in front of him is just a cloud in his eyes.
The man is very handsome, more handsome than anyone else present. His hair is scattered and clean, shining with a healthy luster. His skin is more delicate and white than that of a woman. The bridge of his nose is very high, not the exaggerated height of foreigners. A Chinese-style tall and straight. The eyes are long and narrow, like Guan Yu's Danfeng eyes, bright pupils, and it is impossible to see how a man with clear eyes could have such strange thoughts.
The clothes on his body are very clean, the material is not good, but they are ironed neatly, without any wrinkles or stains, a beige T-shirt in a brown casual suit, and a pair of light black slacks on his lower body, the clothes match him well , the taste is also good, the color matching is reasonable, like a very intellectual graduate student.
If it was before the end of the world, as long as he went to the street, he would definitely turn heads 100%, 50% would be women, and the remaining 50% would be jealous men.
It was this handsome man who seemed to be intelligent, elegant, and with a strong bookish look, who spoke shocking words. After he finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and looked at the white clouds and the end of the sky, as if silently brewing a sad little song. poetry.
"You Ma Le Gobi, look at your bear, you know ghosts all day long, tens of thousands of big living people are tens of thousands of livestock in the eyes of you? I will kill you, but I will not scold you , I'm not happy."
It was the school officer again, he was the first to attack, and everyone still half understood what he scolded, only the first sentence was understood.
When the young man heard the officer's words, two cold stars shot out of his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, an inch-long knife slipped into his water.
Before he started, the 92-type pistol in the school officer's hand was pointed firmly at his head. The school officer looked vulgar, but his heart was not rough. The man was the leader of a third-party force other than them. If he had no means, he could do it clean Just stand here and say sarcastic remarks?
The man didn't look at the muzzle of the gun that was pointing at his head, but fixed his eyes on the officer's forehead. He was confident that before the officer shot, he could shoot the throwing knife into the officer's forehead, and then easily avoid the officer's approach. Counterattack before death. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com