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Chapter 80 Photographer: I’m super brave
"???"

Before the photographer had time to think about the meaning of Lu Chen's words, he felt a coldness on his neck.

Something sharp touched his throat.

A muffled voice came from the ear.

"do not move!"

Liu Dali put a switchblade against the photographer's neck and kept pulling the photographer back, trying to distance himself from Lu Chen.

The photographer hadn't figured out what was going on at this time, and even though he had become a hostage, he didn't panic at all.

He sneered and threatened Liu Dali behind him:
"Don't do it in vain, I have the protection of a Bodhisattva on my body, don't talk about you, even if black and white come, you have to pass a cigarette before leaving!"

"Do you think you can hurt me?"

Looking at the photographer's very confident appearance, Liu Dali was actually a little shaken at the moment.

But only for a moment, he suddenly shook his head.

He looked at the two people in front of him with a somewhat enlightened look on his face.

Before Liu Dali was wondering why Lu Chen wasn't afraid of him at all, what kind of fanatical believer of a cult he had been doing for a long time.

Do you think that if you worship the Bodhisattva, you will be protected by the Bodhisattva?

Thinking of this, Liu Dali didn't think that Lu Chen, who was full of evil spirit, was so scary.

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but laugh out loud when looking at such a dramatic scene.

[(Laughing and crying) Hahaha!I laughed so hard, the photographer rushed in and was kidnapped! 】

[(cover mouth and laugh) It's obviously a very dangerous thing, why is it so funny when the photographer came over! 】

[By the way, is that thing a human or a ghost?How can anyone use a Swiss switchblade? 】

【…】

Lu Chen helped his forehead helplessly, looked at the arrogant photographer in front of him, and reminded weakly:

"San'er, have you ever seen a ghost who wants to kill people and uses a Swiss switchblade?"

Hearing this, the photographer who was clamoring just now was taken aback for a moment.

Then he looked down slowly with a gloomy expression, and as expected, he found a sharp switchblade with a cold light on his neck.

Photographer: "Σ(°△°|||)︴"

"Brother, don't you want to say that this is not a ghost..."

The photographer looked at Lu Chen with a difficult expression.

Lu Chen nodded helplessly. He now understood deeply what it means not to be afraid of opponents who are like gods, but to be afraid of teams that are like pigs.

If the photographer hadn't suddenly rushed out and was caught by Liu Dali.

With his own strength, the battle is now over, that's right.

Lu Chen took a deep breath, looked at the photographer firmly, and clenched the brick even more tightly.

"San'er! You can rest assured!"

"Since you want to be a hero for a second, I will definitely help you!"

Before the photographer could reply, Lu Chen clenched the brick and made a gesture to charge towards Liu Dali.

Hearing that Lu Chen left the photographer behind so simply, Liu Dali was stunned for a moment.

Looking at Lu Chen, then at the photographer holding a knife, his mind was full of doubts.

The photographers all rushed in to help Lu Chen. It stands to reason that the relationship between the two should be very strong, right?

But now that Lu Chen gave up on the photographer so simply, it seemed as if there was some hatred between the two of them for killing their father and taking their wife.

But knowing that the two of them were just cult members, Liu Dali didn't take Lu Chen who was rushing towards him in his heart.

There was a ferocious smile on his face, he turned sideways past Lu Chen's brick, and then swung the switchblade on the photographer's neck, stabbing Lu Chen.

It didn't have the blood splatter he imagined, but it was like seeing air.

The sharp blade that shone with cold light only pierced Lu Chen's sleeve.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lu Chen pulled the photographer out of Liu Dali's arms and rescued the photographer.

One hit failed, and Liu Dali wanted to pursue him, but he felt as if he was being targeted by some prehistoric beast.The sense of crisis cultivated by walking on the edge of life and death for many years made him retreat back like a conditioned reflex.

He distanced himself from the two of them for a long time, and then looked at them with a wary expression.

"Who the hell are you guys!"

On the other side, Jiangnan City Police Station.

The director sat in the lounge with a melancholy expression, just about to close his eyes and take a rest.

The door of the living room was opened roughly.

The captain looked excitedly and shouted at the director:

"Ju Zhang! Liu Dali has found it!"

"Where? Where is this guy hiding?"

Zhang Ju almost jumped up from his chair excitedly, and hurriedly asked the captain in front of him.

"This guy is very cunning. He's hiding in that deserted cemetery in the suburbs. I've already sent the police to that cemetery!"

After listening to the captain's report, Bureau Zhang felt relieved.

The joy on his face was almost overflowing, he patted the captain's shoulder vigorously and said:
"Okay! It's good to find it. I didn't expect this person to hide in the cemetery. It seems that the police in charge of the search this time are very responsible!"

The captain looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

"That was not found by our policemen..."

Before the captain finished speaking, Zhang Ju's expression suddenly changed.

"What? Didn't our police find it?"

"That's an A-level serial murderer, the principal culprit in many vicious criminal cases, and a retired mercenary from abroad. If anyone else encounters it, they will definitely be in danger!"

Bureau Zhang is well aware of Liu Dali's harmfulness. Even if a trained police officer without any equipment encounters him, it will probably be a disaster, let alone ordinary people?
The captain looked at the gloomy Zhang Jue, stood beside him and comforted:

"It was discovered by the previous anchor who caught the traffickers. It seems to be Lu Chen, right? That young man is pretty good at it, so the problem of self-protection shouldn't be too big."

Director Zhang nodded, and now he can only hope that the colleagues sent to arrest him will arrive at the scene in time.

Hearing Lu Chen's name again, Director Zhang showed a happy expression on his face and couldn't help but praise:

"Nowadays there is a lack of young people with the spirit of helping others. Look at the last time he caught traffickers and smashed up the taxi he used to make a living. This time he gave us another clue to Liu Dali!"

"If there are young people like this who are responsible and responsible, why don't the country be rich and strong!"

"In addition to the last reward, this time I have to pay for it myself, give him more bonuses, and prepare a car for me. I want to thank him in person!"

There was a gratifying smile on the corner of Zhang Ju's mouth, admiring Lu Chen very much.

But after he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again.

Out of his usual professional habits, he frowned and asked the captain curiously:

"What's he doing in the cemetery?"

Even if it's an anchor, it's too strange to go to a deserted cemetery in the middle of the night, right?
The captain scratched his head, he didn't know very well, and said in an uncertain tone:

"I heard that it seems that he went to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva this afternoon."

"I want to use the protection of the Bodhisattva to make black and white impermanence smoke for him."

Bureau Zhang: "..."

The corner of Zhang Ju's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, the captain on the side spoke up.

"That... Director, do you still pay him the bonus out of your own pocket?"

The director sighed helplessly, as if he had aged more than ten years for a moment.

"I'll give him more. I hope he can go to the hospital to have his brain checked..."

He couldn't figure out how anyone in this world could be so outrageous.

Want to use the protection of the Bodhisattva to let black and white impermanence smoke for him?
Why doesn't he go directly to see Lord Yan?

(End of this chapter)