Chapter 632

Will she know the virus dog?

Looking at the water shadow with an excited face and almost crying, Barak shook his head in some confusion, and the mobile phone rang again.

What's the matter with this mobile phone today? It won't make me safer!

Ballack, who was so upset that he couldn't even compare with a dog in the water beauty's heart, scolded secretly, but he couldn't stop answering. He had to look at the caller ID before he connected the phone.

Just about to scold the man for making a bullshit call when he had nothing to do, the man shouted over there: "boss, we have found the trace of the virus dog. Now go west along spoertan street!"

Sportan street?

Shit, isn't that where I am now?

Ho ho, it's true that there's a way to heaven. If you don't go, there's no door to hell. Come by yourself. Let's see how I killed the virus dog that harmed the world alone!

Police officer Barak was in high spirits and didn't scold his men. In order to show his importance to the city and his peerless demeanor of serving the people wholeheartedly - in front of so many celebrities, Barak took out his pistol with his backhand and shouted like spring thunder: "everyone, pay attention!"

At a festive and peaceful reception, someone suddenly took out a gun. It's hard for big guys not to pay attention.

Several timid ladies were even more frightened and screamed, "I don't like such a gun!"

Barak didn't care what kind of gun they liked. Huodi turned and strode to the door: "the latest news is that a dog carrying Ebola virus is heading west along spoertan street! Don't go out and stay in the house to avoid being infected by the virus. "

"Everything, there is me!"

After shouting these four stirring words, Barak had rushed out of the hall door. With the tragic temperament of wind and water, he naturally gained some favor from ladies who worship heroes.

Whoa, whoa!

The shrill and shrill siren, like blowing up a hornet's nest, gathered here from all directions of Sportan street.

After Barak ran out, he found that there was hardly a pedestrian in the street where people usually came and went - this is an era when citizens pay great attention to their safety. No one is stupid enough to come to the street to watch the excitement at this time.

At most, I hide in the window and look out like those celebrities and ladies at the party.

Hundreds of meters away, someone is running crazy here.

A dog with yellowish hair followed him, barking while running.

Shit, can I stop the big man alone?

Although it can be seen from a distance that grinde and the dog are exhausted from running, the guy's healthy physique like a gorilla still makes officer Barak, who has been used to the days of fine wine and cars in recent years, beat a drum in his heart.

He's really not sure about dealing with Greene, even with a gun in his hand.

Even, he regretted that he shouldn't have run out as a hero and robbed and killed himself immediately.

But the cowhide has been blown out, and there are many pairs of eyes with little stars staring at him. At this time, if he plays a shrinking turtle -- it is estimated that in his life, he will never lift up his two heads again.

Is it more important to lift your head, or is your own safety more important?

This is really a difficult multiple-choice question.

Fortunately, a police car killed in time from the alley behind Barak helped him solve this problem: of course, the safety of citizens is more important!

"Everybody get ready and take my orders before you shoot. Whether we can successfully kill the virus dog and protect the safety of the general public depends on us! "

Especially after seeing two police cars driving out of the alley not far from the East, Buckley has more confidence and stronger leadership atmosphere.

Under the wise guidance of the leader, four armed police officers immediately seized the favorable terrain and aimed their guns at the dog and the man who had run 100 meters.

Dogs carrying terrible viruses must be killed.

People who protect virus dogs will die if they don't kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands!

Anyone, any dog, who dares to threaten the life safety of the general public, the heroic police will give them the sharpest punishment. There is no room for negotiation. Even if you give officer Barak a beauty like a water beauty, you can't move his sincere heart.

He would only stare at the man with more firm and contemptuous eyes, a dog: drink, can you stop and run away?

We can't escape.

This time, I really can't escape.

Unexpectedly, even if I met you, I didn't escape the bad luck of being killed.

Grinde stuck behind a tree, looked back and forth at the slowly approaching police officers on both sides of the street, took a few deep breaths one after another, and made the heart almost pop out of his throat a little more comfortable.

He didn't have much strength to run. Just like he never dreamed that the police would intervene in the killing of donkeys. Even if they turned into a fly, they couldn't escape the reality of encirclement and suppression.

Grinde was half dead tired. In fact, why didn't the donkey run away and explode?

Even, it was more desperate than Greene - after all, it could not have died.

As long as it can pretend to be a fool and promise that woman, it must still be in the hotel and live a happy life like its uncle.

But God thinks the donkey should not regret it.

In the world, some dogs, like some people, have their own bottom line principle: do what you should do, even if your leg is broken; What you shouldn't do, even if your dick is cut off, you can't do it.

So God thinks the donkey won't regret. At most, it's anger and deep despair.

He hasn't found his eldest brother. He hasn't told his second brother if he can polish his big eyes when he sees the Xibei goods -- he died in the hands of the Xibei goods pretending to be his eldest brother. He is a ghost and has no face to see his eldest brother.

But so what?

Under Barak's command, more than a dozen police officers have slowly pushed towards them with pistols held flat against the wall. More people are shouting to Greene: don't you lie on the ground with your head in your hands, waiting to eat the gun?

The donkey looked up and looked at grinde.

Grinde smiled, gasped and scolded, "how dare you look down on me? It's better for you to have backbone as a dog? It's just death. Who doesn't die? At most, it's just early death and late death. "

"But then again, I'm really unwilling."

Grinde swallowed his spit and stared at the street. "Your brother should still be here. Why didn't he show up when we made such a big noise? Well, there's no sewer, so you can get in and escape alone. "

The donkey slapped his mouth in disdain. God translated it and said: I saw a lot of sewers for me to get into all the way. If it weren't for sharing joys and sorrows with you fool, how could I be blocked here and wait to die?

"How --"

Greene was about to ask what to do when a bullet came whistling and hit the trunk where he was hiding.

This is a warning.

The bullet came from the second floor window behind them on the left. A sniper was already in place. If it weren't for the donkey hiding in a dead corner, I believe they didn't bother to warn Greene.

They warned Greene that just because he was a person, he couldn't just blow his head out. Anyway, he had to shout "hand in the gun and don't kill".

"Ow -- Ow!"

Before the gunshot fell, the donkey suddenly raised his head and gave a long, shrill roar.

The howling sound is like a lone wolf howling at the moon on a snowy night, with endless desolation and mystery from henggu.

All the people who heard the bleak roar of the donkey were nervous for no reason.

As if this is the call of the demon king!

When the howling stops, there will be an overwhelming black fog, churning from all directions of the city at a frightening speed. Countless evil spirits fleeing hell hide in the black fog, laugh ferociously and open their mouths.

"Shoot!"

Barak also had this creepy feeling. He couldn't stand it anymore. He suddenly raised his pistol and shouted loudly.

All the police officers in position began to pull the trigger.

Bang, bang!

After several shots were fired in succession, the evil spirits' heads, like rotten watermelon, burst into a blood mist and instantly disappeared. A very festive female voice congratulated: "successfully breaking through the pass, welcome to another game!"

Fang Yuan ignored it, got up, went to the window and took out his cigarette.

Fang Yuan had already played this game very skillfully as early as when he was nursing in Peter mountain. If he didn't have nothing to do when waiting for the direct flight to China at 4:30 p.m., he wouldn't come to the game hall.

It's a quarter to four.

At this time, sometimes it's really slow. Don't you know that brother yuan is eager to fly back to China to find his glorious past?

Similarly, the city is also very boring. There are so many big news every day.

Just like today, it is said that a little woman wearing only a small Nightgown went crazy barefoot in the street.

Another dog carrying Ebola virus is being chased and killed by police officers in the city.

Alas, it is the western countries, even if it is a big thing, they will fight as big news to win the attention of the people.

Fang Yuan doesn't care about this kind of news. He doesn't even have interest in watching the video.

At most, people in the game hall said that now the virus dog had been trapped in front of Sportan Street (across the street). When it was difficult to escape, it smiled contemptuously and ignored it.

Especially, when did virus dogs exist in the world?

At most, only crazy people.

Fang Yuan thought so disdainfully when he took a cigarette in his mouth.

After subconsciously shaking his head, he lit a lighter and bowed his head. As soon as he was about to light a cigarette, he heard a sad and abnormal howl from behind the row of buildings across the street.

Sportan street is famous not because it is full of high-rise buildings, but because half of the buildings on the street are old houses in the middle ages, so we can hear the sad cry across the street.

Lightning.

Have you ever walked alone in the dark night and couldn't see the road clearly with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but suddenly a lightning suddenly lit up from above your head and let you see your feet in an instant, but before you can see it clearly, you will return to the dark experience again?

Experienced?

Well, now you can fully understand what it feels like when Fangyuan hears this shrill cry like a wolf but not a wolf.

That's the feeling of being hit by lightning!

Incomparable clarity, but incomparable pain.

It was clear because after hearing the long howl, the two black doors that imprisoned his memory were suddenly split by lightning and let him see a dog.

That dog is -- what is it?

The pain was immense because the door was closed when he was about to think of the dog.