Need for Agent

Chapter 128 New Weapon

Chapter 128 New Weapon

"How long have they been in?" Seeing that Steve and the Japanese had been sitting on the sofa without moving for a full 15 minutes, Luo Yu finished his coffee and refilled another cup. Damn, he didn't change his expression after sitting for so long. Aren't you afraid of muscle cramps on your face?

Yang Fucheng looked at his watch: "Including the time you came, brother Yu, they have been in for at least half an hour."

"It should be soon." Half an hour was a long time, and according to the respectful appearance of the little boy, Luo Yu guessed that the person who came must be a big shot.

"Maybe we can catch a big fish tonight." Luo Yu licked his lips as the mellow taste of coffee lingered on his tongue.

Not long after, the little white face and the Japanese moved, and turned their faces towards the door.

"Here we come." Yang Fucheng was even more excited than Luo Yu. Luo Yu nodded with a smile, wondering what kind of fish tonight.

A total of 5 people in black suits entered the room. Because their backs were facing the camera, Luo Yu couldn't see their faces. Only such a narrow nation can produce such extremely well-proportioned dwarfs.

Four people stood on both sides of the sofa with their hands behind their backs. The shortest one sat down with his head crossed and his legs crossed. Steve and the Japanese thugs around him stood up and bowed deeply to the black dwarf.

"###!" Luo Yu poured down all the coffee in the cup, "### Damn you, bow to the Japanese pig, little boy, your head was caught by ###, right?"

"That's right." Yang Fucheng nodded repeatedly.

"Xiaofu, let me tell you." Luo Yu looked at the screen and gritted his teeth, "There are four races in this world that are not worthy of survival, Indian asan, Vietnamese monkey, Japanese pig, and Korean stick. Once, kill them behind their backs."

"Why?" This was the first time Yang Fucheng saw Luo Yu's expression as if he saw a poop.

"Go and check the history yourself, damn it, which one of these four groups of beasts has the blood of our people on their hands." Luo Yu waved his hand, "Stop talking, let me see what these people want to do."

After getting the dwarf's permission, Steve and the Japanese thug sat down, seeing the flattering look on Steve's face, Luo Yu wanted to slap him twice.

After turning the corner of the table under Yang Fucheng's surprised eyes with a snap, Luo Yu thought of a question: "Steve's father is Shi Beetle, secretary of the Zhonghai Municipal Party Committee, and the little boy must not have the strength to hook up with these Japanese pigs. The only explanation." That's... the dung beetle got on the line."

Thinking of what Miao Xinghai once said to himself that outsiders wanted to come to Zhonghai for a share, plus the Japanese thug's almost crazy winning streak in the Shura field, Luo Yu sneered: "If you want to eat this piece of fat, there is no need to find outsiders, right? I hate traitor the most in my life.”

Steve seemed to say something flatteringly, but the dwarf ignored him. Seeing the embarrassed look on Xiaobai's face, Luo Yu clenched his fists: "Xiaofu, have another glass and add more ice."

A group of people talked in the box for about 20 minutes. Steve and the Japanese thugs kept nodding. After asking Yang Fucheng, he knew that there was no such thing as a bug. Luo Yu could only regret not knowing the content of the conversation. up.

In the end, the dwarf put the lockbox on the coffee table and opened it. Luo Yu almost pressed his face to the screen before he could see what was in the lockbox. It seemed to be...a tiger finger for fighting?

"What does he want with that thing?" Luo Yu looked satisfied when he saw the Japanese thug take out the tiger finger and try it on his hand.

Steve graciously took a cup and held it up in front of the thug. Luo Yu squinted to see the thug slowly raised his arm, and then swung it down with a "swipe".

"Hey, nothing happened." Yang Fucheng leaned over and stared at the screen, the cup in Steve's hand was intact on the screen, "What the hell are they doing?"

"A major event happened." Luo Yu squatted on the chair with no expression on his face, "That is probably a weapon used by catfish to fight in the ring." In order to increase the sensory stimulation of the audience watching, the Shura Field allows players to wear some lethal weapons on their hands. Things, such as tiger fingers, or wrapped in chains.

"What?" Yang Fucheng didn't understand what the big thing Luo Yu was talking about, and was about to ask in more detail, when suddenly the cup in Steve's hand shook slightly on the screen, and then slowly slid down from the middle and fell On the coffee table, it can be clearly seen from the screen that the cut is smooth and flat...

Yang Fucheng choked out a sigh of relief, he never expected such a thing to happen.

Obviously, this tiger finger was specially made for him. On the screen, the Japanese thugs raised their heads and laughed wildly. Luo Yu was about to put his desert eagle ### in his mouth and then pulled the trigger. The scene of the flying meat must be Very exciting.

The purpose of the short man in black seems to be to hand over the tiger finger to the Japanese thugs. After handing over the password box, the five people in the group got up and went out. They, come back and tell me where they live."

Yang Fucheng asked a younger brother to give him some instructions and let him go out. In the private room, Steve was talking flatteringly next to the Japanese thugs. Seeing the expression on the Japanese man's face, Luo Yu was very angry. Call one.

The two stayed in the box for a while and then got up and went downstairs. Yang Fucheng asked if he wanted to send his younger brother to follow them. Luo Yu shook his head. He remembered that Tang Feng said that all the people he sent were found and killed halfway. It's not like Luo Yu exposed his whereabouts now.

"No need, I know every move of these two people." Luo Yu and Yang Fucheng stood at the stairs on the second floor and watched Steve and the Japanese walk out of the bar with suitcases.

"I'm going back first, remember to call me when you have news about those Japanese." After explaining, Luo Yu got up and took a taxi home after having a drink downstairs.

I turned on my phone in the taxi and looked, "No way, I've been out for so long and neither woman has a phone call, do you care where I am?" Luo Yu was depressed.

In the hotel, Liang Yan was wearing pajamas looking at the night view of Zhong Hai outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding the mobile phone in her hand, hesitating whether to press the call button, the door suddenly clicked and startled her, seeing that it was a makeup artist, Liang Yan smiled: "I haven't slept yet."

"Yeah." The makeup artist came over and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't think too much, go to bed early, the rehearsal for the concert will start tomorrow."

"Understood." After sending the makeup artist out, Liang Yan leaned against the door and looked at the phone in a daze, her soft curves looming under the dim light.

With a soft sigh, the room fell into darkness.