Nightmare Apostle

Seeing Fu Qingzhu, Yang Xiao also acted very friendly and began to act according to the procedure: "Brother Song, how are you? Come and sit down. What do you want to drink?n

"Hahaha, to be honest, I have recently quit salt and sugar, so I can only drink this." Fu Qingzhu smiled and took out a translucent hot water cup from his bag. There were not only wolfberries, but also ginseng slices and chrysanthemums floating in it. It looked much more healthy than Yang Xiao's bottle.

Yang Xiao was confused. How could this routine be so familiar? After seeing Yang Xiao also take out a thermos cup from his handbag, Fu Qingzhu's smile suddenly became unnatural.

Both of them had black handbags, and they were almost the same style.

The atmosphere instantly became dull, and finally Fu Qingzhu broke the deadlock, "Um... the light here is too dazzling, how about we change seats?"

"Okay. "Yang Xiao had no reason to disagree.

So the two of them moved to the middle position, which also meant that Yu Shu, who was holding a sniper rifle, lost his target. But what was even more embarrassing was that just after they sat down, Yang Xiao's phone rang almost at the same time as Fu Qingzhu's. The two looked at each other and answered the phone.

"Ah? Mom, what? Dad fell downstairs. Where is he? I'll go over now." Yang Xiao said in a hurried tone.

"Ah? Grandma, don't be anxious. Talk slowly. What? Grandpa played chess with others and stole someone's cannon and denied it. He was beaten into the hospital? I'll go over now!" Fu Qingzhu was more anxious than Yang Xiao.

"Brother Song, how did you get here?"

"Brother Chu, where did you park your car?"

The atmosphere was completely frozen. The two of them looked at each other, and they tried their best to keep a normal expression on their faces, but their expressions were stiff.

Finally, Yang Xiao spoke, "Oh, Brother Song, you see, it's really unfortunate today. Otherwise, we will each be busy with our own things and make an appointment another day. "

"Okay, Brother Chu, you go ahead and do it. We'll do it another day, another day for sure!"

The two men stood up slowly, their speed and steps were almost exactly the same, but just as Yang Xiao stood up straight, Fu Qingzhu took a step back slowly, and the next second-

"Ding!"

A dagger fell from the sleeve of Fu Qingzhu's windbreaker and fell to the ground. The dagger was very short and had a strange luster, with a gray glow. It was hard to tell whether it was poisoned.

Yang Xiao:

"That... Brother Chu, don't get me wrong! I'm a gardener, I build a garden for my boss's family. It's reasonable for a gardener to carry a dagger, right?" Fu Qingzhu explained immediately.

"Ah, right, right, right!" Yang Xiao laughed while reaching behind him. Just as he touched the holster, his hand suddenly shook.

"Bang! "

The pistol fell to the ground along the hem of the windbreaker.

Fu Qingzhu shuddered, his eyes almost popped out.

Yang Xiao licked his cracked lips and smiled kindly at Fu Qingzhu, "Um... Brother Song, don't get me wrong, I'm a novelist, you know, it's reasonable for a novelist to carry a pistol, right? "

When Fu Qingzhu's eyes turned sharp, Yang Xiao flipped the table directly. The play could not go on any more. Fu Qingzhu retreated quickly, while Yang Xiao pulled out the dagger from his windbreaker with his backhand, waving it forward, while bending down to pick up the gun.

"Do it! "Fu Qingzhu shouted.

The coffee shop was in chaos. The man with a crew cut just lifted the hem of his clothes, and before he could draw his weapon, he was rushed over and hugged by Daxiong. The two wrestled with each other.

The young woman changed her usual behavior and took out a tennis bag from under the table, but the next second, her eyes went dark. Ximen Xiu put the ice bucket given by the store directly on the woman's head, pulled out the electric baton hidden in his waist, and stabbed the woman fiercely.

"Zizi-zi-zi"

"Zizi-zi-zi" The woman was immediately shocked and convulsed all over and fell to the ground. Ximen Xiu killed people and must make up for it. He pulled out another one and used both hands to attack. There was a burst of crackling sounds until the smell of burning was smelled.

Fu Qingzhu was not slow either. He was willing to be cut by Yang Xiao, but he also stepped forward and kicked the pistol on the ground. Yang Xiao took the opportunity to step forward, determined to beat the dog when it fell into the water, but a black shadow suddenly flashed by his side. Yang Xiao instinctively bent down to dodge, and a flying vase broke on the wall.

A thin man rushed over from the side, swinging a baton in his hand like the wind. The short baton restrained the dagger. Yang Xiao had heard about this from his fighting teacher. Besides, close combat was not Yang Xiao's strong point. He was at a disadvantage after a few moves, and the dagger was also knocked down.

The man rushed forward again, and the next second, a notebook flew across the sky and hit the man's side face. The huge force directly knocked him to the ground. Before he could get up, he was kicked in the abdomen by Yang Xiao who had seized the opportunity, and his body bent like a shrimp.

Before Fu Qingzhu could react, he was hit in the waist by a whip kick. It felt like being hit by a stolen telephone pole. Then the whole person's perspective changed, upside down, and fell hard to the ground. His neck was clamped by two long legs, and he couldn't breathe well. He even heard the sound of his arm breaking.

From Yang Xiao's perspective, it was naturally the fighting expert Beibei who took action. First, he kicked Fu Qingzhu to the ground with a whip kick, then threw him over his shoulder at close range, and finally ended the fight with a set of fatal scissor kicks. It was smooth and flowing, but it was a bit painful to watch. It was estimated that Fu Qingzhu's top position was no longer secure, and his kidneys were probably broken.

He immediately rushed over to pick up the pistol and help his teammates to be alert. At present, it seems that there should be only these four evil cultivators hiding in the cafe.

Several people in police uniforms rushed in from outside. They were all colleagues from the Patrol Office and the security department. They were also arranged by Director Nalan to maintain stability afterwards.

"Don't hurt them!" Director Nalan's roar suddenly came from the headset.

After tying Fu Qingzhu up, Beibei sat on Fu Qingzhu while taking a breath, and also grabbed a tablecloth to cover his mouth.

Hmm? What's going on? "

Fu Qingzhu saw the man in police uniform and struggled fiercely, making unclear sounds: "Mmmmmm" "Stop yelling, I'll beat you if you yell again!" Beibei gave Fu Qingzhu a hard slap on the head.

Fu Qingzhu: "Mmmmmm---, Mmmmm---'

A moment later, Director Nalan walked in quickly with a few people. Seeing the people tied up, his face turned green. There were also a few strangers with him.

"Quick, let them go!" Director Nalan urged, "One of our own!"

"Huh?" Yang Xiao and the others were all confused, especially Beibei, "One of our own?!"

Fu Qingzhu: "Mmmmmm"

"Fuck!"

After untying the ropes on Fu Qingzhu and others and pulling the tablecloth out of their mouths, Nalan Shuo breathed a sigh of relief and began to explain: "Let me introduce you, this is President Wu of the Municipal Federation, and he is the one who led this operation. "

President Wu was wearing casual clothes, was rather fat, had a prominent beer belly, and looked at a wrinkled face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Everyone, this is all a misunderstanding. We are here because the flood has hit the Dragon King Temple, and we are here to look for those guys."