Chapter 667

Two hours after the explosion of the laboratory, that is, at 8 p.m., the lights were on at Mingjiang high-speed railway station.

Three kilometers away from the high-speed railway, in a narrow lane to be demolished, a fashionable woman is dragging a yellow suitcase.

She is not small, at least 1.75 meters. Although she doesn't wear high-heeled shoes, she also gives people a kind of tall posture. Her nose is firm, and she is very exotic.

Her feet in leather shoes, walking slowly in the pothole Road, dragging the suitcase is a click sound, in this night is very clear.

The alley is surrounded by big words. The walls are thin, the ground is rough, and the smell of mildew is spreading, which is unspeakable gloomy.

Compared with the high-speed railway station with busy lights, this alley is really dilapidated and desolate.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the fashionable woman's vision was reflected in the lights of the high-speed railway station, a dark shadow leaped in front of her without any sign. It was extremely fast and with a strong wind.

Fashion woman face instinct a tight, left hand a lift, a flash of white light, black scream, broken into two, fell from the mid air.

Alley, flowing a touch of blood, fashion women look down, a stray kitten, mouth with a mouse.

"Suspicious..."

"But in half an hour, when we get to the high-speed railway station and get out of the boundary of Mingjiang, we will be completely free," the fashionable woman muttered in English

Thinking of this, she jumped over the stray cat with her suitcase, hoping to arrive at the high-speed railway station early and leave Mingjiang.

"Whoosh!"

Just as she carefully jumped away from the dead cat's body, her body suddenly stopped, and then she turned to stick to the wall.

A word on the wall was completely stuck on her back.

Almost at the same time, her vision of two more people, one after another blocked her way.

One with gold teeth and a cigarette in his mouth, and the other with a broken left hand, silent but straight.

Although they don't look burly, they create a sense of danger for fashionable women, and they are very strong.

Some things do not need words, and do not distinguish between friends and enemies. Just looking at the posture is enough to explain everything.

Han captured the tiger, the hand is broken.

"Who are you? If it's a robbery, I have five thousand dollars in my wallet. Take it. "

Fashion woman scan two people, Jiao drink: "I will not call the police, we should make a friend."

Between speaking, she took out a purse from her body, took out a stack of banknotes, rolled them up and left them at the foot of the person in front of her: "let me go."

Han Qinhu ignored her, just took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and then slowly spit out a mouthful of smoke: "not enough."

"Not enough?"

"What else do you want? What's wrong? I'm old. It's not cost-effective to violate me and spend more than ten years in prison. "

"It's better to get some young girls to vent their anger with money."

She said coldly, "if you think 5000 yuan is not enough, you can sell my necklace for 100000 yuan at least, which is enough for you to enjoy."

She took off the necklace from her neck and threw it at each other's feet: "if you don't pay attention to the police, you'll make a lot of money."

At the same time, she looked around fiercely, trying to find a breakthrough to rush out.

However, although there are only two people blocking the front and back, and there are enough lanes for four or five people to pass at the same time, fashion women feel that there is no gap.

Subconsciously, she glanced at the brick wall two meters away from her, wondering if she would retreat.

The figure of the fashionable woman swayed twice, but she was still blocked. The guy with the cigarette in his mouth slowly puffed out a mouthful of thick smoke, which was another two words:

"not enough..."

The fashionable woman yelled: "is 100000 not enough? What on earth do you want? "

She dragged the box with her left hand and lowered her right hand. A shot fell into her palm. She was ready to shoot and kill them. She left right and wrong as soon as possible.

Han grabs the tiger with a little finger and laughs: "leave the box..."

The fashionable woman's pretty face completely changed, and her right hand suddenly raised the gun: "go to die -"

the muzzle of the gun pointed at Han Qinhu.

"Zi!"

Before the trigger was pulled, the fashionable woman heard a sharp friction sound in her ear, but the two people who were not blocking rushed towards him.

The huge danger makes the fashionable women's hair suddenly explode. The next second, they feel the vibration of the wall behind them.

The fashionable woman's face is like frost, and she wants to avoid it, only to find that it's too late. The brick wall bursts, and the word "dismantle" falls apart.

The earth is shaking.

A huge shadow, wrapped in bricks and stones, hit her back like a train.

The fashion woman didn't have time to escape. The whole person flew out like a broken kite. The next second, she collided with the opposite wall.

His head is broken and his blood is bleeding.

Then, she fell to the ground from the opposite wall, arms and suitcases fell from the palm, very embarrassed.Too overbearing, too fierce, too impersonal.

Fashion women in hemoptysis, breathless that kind of hemoptysis, she felt smashed, has become a meat pie.

All the things she saw were dancing with little stars.

The whole body ache fashion woman ignores the blood on the face, bites the red lip to look at the guy who breaks the wall.

"It's a little late, but it's just the right time."

In the dust, the dinosaurs are like wild animals walking out of the jungle. They pat the dust on their shoulders carelessly, and then look at the fashionable woman with a smile:

"good evening, Dr. Murong."

Dinosaurs look harmless to human beings and animals, but the huge physique standing there has its own beast like pressure: "Ye Shao, let me say hello to you."

The fashionable woman's mouth was deeply affected, and then she drank: "what's Dr. Murong? I don't know. You've got the wrong person

"And I've never met you."

She wanted to touch the gun, but she was fixed by the cold eyes of the disabled hand. She didn't dare to move: "if you want to kill and rob, it's shameless to say so."

"We haven't really met."

Han Qinhu came up from behind and puffed out a smoke ring in his mouth: "even if you have seen Dr. Murong in the photo, you are also a person with Oriental outline."

"Although I don't like your pretending to be a fool, I have to admit that your camouflage technology is first-class."

"You kill the real Dr. Murong, peel off the human skin on her face and transplant it to your own face, so that you can control every move of Lin chenxue."

Dr. Murong said, "what are you talking about? I don't know what you mean? "

In spite of the denial, her eyelids jumped up, with a shock that was hard to hide.

"Your plan is seamless, from internal control to project development, so that you can take drugs more easily than other forces."

Han grabs the tiger and flicks an ash: "it turns out that you can really get it easily, and it's the first time."

"After you leave the laboratory, tear off the human skin mask on your face, restore your original identity, and then you can walk away."

"Dr. Murong, I have to say that your abacus is very good. You can advance and retreat freely. Ordinary people can't guess the way you play."

With a trace of sympathy on his face: "it's a pity that you met our big brother Huobao."

Murong murmured, "Ye Tianlong?"