Genius commoner

Chapter 362 We Are Here to Kill
Before nine o'clock, there was a long queue at the auto parts factory.

At least 3000 people held their ID cards and stretched their necks, waiting for the auto parts factory to open the gate to distribute clothes and red envelopes. After taking a two-yuan bus and spending an hour queuing, there were two hundred cash and clothes, and the total price was almost 500 yuan. Happy to do it?As for what constitutes a needy person, the organizers did not specify clearly. They feel that they are not ashamed and do not care.

Therefore, in the two long and narrow lines, there are many well-dressed men and women wearing hats and overcoats, stomping their feet, waiting for quilts and 200 yuan to be distributed. Those who came late are fine, but those who came early The rest of the people, who waited for an hour in the snow, were cold and hungry, and became irritable, shouting why the door was still not open for distribution.

Is this a prank?

The dissatisfaction of waiting for a long time quickly vented to the rest of the group. Many people stared at the old men and women in gorgeous clothes, sneered and ridiculed them for not being a person in need at all. It turned bad, but the bad guy got old, which immediately caused many old people to curse on the spot, and the scene was chaotic.

Then someone ran to the front of the auto parts factory, poked their heads through the iron gate, and shouted that there was nothing inside. This caused countless people to become irritable in an instant.Isn't this just playing with people?Dozens of people swarmed forward and pushed open the closed gate with all their strength, only to find that the auto parts factory had no clothes.

When the news spread, everyone became filled with righteous indignation, feeling that they had been played by Ye Gong, and were about to rush in and smash it up, and some even shouted to find Ye Gong to settle the score.

The voice of cursing resounded loudly.

"beep……"

At this moment, a convoy suddenly appeared on the way, at least 10 buses with [-] seats approached slowly, all of which had red crosses written on them, and a person with a loudspeaker announced loudly: "in [-] minutes, the red cross On behalf of the Yip Group, we will distribute quilts, food and red envelopes to those in need, please take your ID cards and line up to receive them."

"Please line up and take out your ID card to get it. The limit is [-] copies."

"After receiving it, you can wait in the car, and we can send you back to the city."

Although the Red Cross has had a bad reputation over the years, seeing the size of the convoy and the residual prestige of the government, the disgruntled crowd was stunned for a moment, then quickly dismissed the idea of ​​rushing into the factory and smashing it up, and ran back to their place to wait for the distribution , Someone wanted to take the opportunity to stop but was kicked out. It involved their own interests, and no one allowed casual violations.

"They are deceiving people, they have nothing to give away, and they want to steal our identity information."

"Even if there are clothes, they are black-hearted cotton. If you wear them, your whole body will rot."

"We have so many people here, but it only distributes [-] copies. There is no sincerity. It is clearly an advertisement and a show."

"Brothers, stop queuing, there is nothing in the queue, first come, first served, rush up."

Amidst all the incitement, a thin man in a black coat turned his head slightly to several people in similar clothes, then took out a small can from his arms, and slammed it at the passing bus with more than ten bangs. There was a loud sound, and the glass of the bus cracked many marks, and a large cloud of red liquid burst out, making the car look shocking.

There is also a pungent gas everywhere.

"Run, terrorist attack..."

The man in black yelled fearing that the world would not be chaotic: "I want to kill someone."

Several companions followed him and yelled around: "Run, you're dead..."

When they yelled loudly and the crowd panicked slightly, several figures passed through the crowd, approaching the man in black like a loach, and reaching out their hands, the igniting sound stopped abruptly, like a crowing rooster being caught by the crowd. The man cut his throat, and not long after, the men in black were lifted out and smashed to the ground like waste.

Then the shooter took a step on their chests, and with a cracking sound, two of the ribs of the man in black were broken.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Many people were shocked when they saw this tragic scene, and some people took the opportunity to shout: "Murder! Terrorists have killed!"

Before he finished speaking, his neck was also twisted. Mei Zishu threw him on the ground, ripped off his clothes, and a dagger came into view.

When the crowd was astonished at this change and subconsciously wanted to rush away, the men who made the move flashed their left hands, and a police officer card flashed in front of everyone, but they didn't open the inside page. Everyone was slightly startled when they saw the police officer card, Then I heard the loudspeaker shouting: "Everyone stay still, don't be disturbed by bad guys, don't be trampled."

"There are no dead people, no terrorists, only the troublemakers who blow you away, who are exclusive to you. When you leave, they will take all your things."

Hearing this, the audience instantly stabilized their steps.

Mei Zishu tightened her clothes and put her police officer ID back into her pocket: "Everyone be quiet, everyone, don't panic, we are the police, the protectors of the people."

"I received a tip report that someone with bad intentions wants to destroy this charity."

Mei Zishu coughed lightly: "They are traitors who specifically stir up trouble and disrupt Longshuo's stability. There are still many of these enemy agents in the crowd. Everyone should pay more attention to the people around you, let alone be instigated to do things casually. Today's The distribution of property has been filed with the criminal investigation team, and the police can guarantee that there is no water, five thousand gift packages, one is not a lot.”

When everyone saw the knives and police officer's ID on the ground, they subconsciously convinced them to believe what Mei Zishu said, and the stopped bus began to carry out clothes and food, so they believed that someone was making trouble, thinking that they were almost fooled or attacked by the men in black. , one by one was filled with righteous indignation, rushed forward and beat the man in black and the others severely.

Everyone knows that if these people are allowed to do bad things among the crowd, not only will there be no advantage to take advantage of today, but they will turn themselves into cannon fodder.

This greatly insulted their IQ, so the people were merciless in their actions.

Screaming again and again!

Mei Zishu took the tweeter and shouted: "Everyone, keep your eyes open. There are still many enemy agents in the crowd. Their clothes are the same as these people, and they don't have ID cards in their hands, because they are here to make trouble. I didn't think about picking up the clothes, so I definitely didn't bring my ID card, everyone, see if there are such people around you."

He gave a fatal blow: "Find out, meritorious persons, participants, double the red envelope."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly boiled, their eyes lit up, and Gu Lulu looked around at the men and women around them, and the faces of many pretenders changed dramatically.

In less than 3 minutes, at least 30 people were dragged out and beaten,,,

Mei Zishu retreated slowly from the crowd and walked past a team.

A person flashed out of the crowd, holding a knife and slashing silently!

Meizi stared straight ahead, her right hand was already drooping, and with a snort, a sharp object landed in her palm, her wrist flicked, her left foot took a step back, her right foot turned slightly, and her whole body turned to the left. He made an ingenious angle, and the sharp weapon in his hand went along his forearm, stabbing out soundlessly like an arrow leaving the string.

This sharp weapon formed a perfect harmony with Mei Zishu's body, and the sharp weapon pierced the attacker's throat lightly and neatly.

Whoosh!
The attacker spurted blood from his throat and then fell headlong.

Mei Zishu killed people, not quickly, not violently, but coincidentally, and accurately.

Qing Qianyan, who was running to watch the show from a distance, slammed the window angrily when she saw this, and then shouted at the driver: "Go."

At this moment, amidst the swirling snowflakes, a van and a car were slowly approaching the urban area. There were six vans in total, each of which was full of people. In the middle was a black car with windows tightly covered. There is also a cloth curtain hanging on the back seat, so that people don't know who is sitting there. The team is not moving fast, but it is quite stable.

This is one of the convoys that came out of the auto parts factory. They had obviously received Qing Qianyan's order to approach the headquarters at a similar speed, making it impossible for Ye Zixuan and the others to judge which convoy had people. For Ye Gong with limited manpower He said that judging the whereabouts of the coffin board is definitely a big deal, and it is destined to make Ye Zixuan feel devastated.

So this convoy drove very relaxed and undisciplined, as if wandering around the capital.

Just as the convoy was about to pass through an intersection, four jeeps sprang out from four directions, abruptly blocking the way forward and retreating of the van and car, and then the doors opened, and 12 people lined up in front of the convoy, one sheet at a time. The black masks covered their noses and mouths, making it impossible to see their expressions clearly, but it made people feel the cruelty of their eyes.

The van pulled away with a clatter, and dozens of Qinglong and Qinglong's children came out, each with a playful look on their faces, and then a thin and small man came out of the black car, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and glanced across the road with a half-smile The man in black lit a cigarette with a lighter and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Thank you for intercepting it halfway."

He waved the curtains of the black car to be torn off. Except for the driver, there was no one else in the car, and the back seat was empty.

"I'm just sorry, the coffin board is not in our team, he is in one of the other five teams, which one is your business."

The skinny man flicked the cigarette ash: "I'm sorry for letting you run for nothing. Go and intercept the other convoys now, maybe you have a chance to meet them."

He also knocked on his watch: "But hurry up, otherwise the coffin board will be taken to the headquarters, and you will have no chance to save him by then."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Xueyi pulled out the bamboo knife, and the light flashed away.

The blade was close to the throat in an instant, and the thin man wanted to retreat, but he retreated, but he was still not as fast as the point of the stabbing knife.

A sword seals the throat.

Tang Xueyi snorted coldly: "We are here to kill people!"

(End of this chapter)