Shenhao: Green Tea blames me for changing my heart after licking the dog inappropriately?

"Hello? Hello, this is the Songshan Public Security Bureau..."

The phone has been dialed, and the voice of the police operator came from there.

"Someone intends to rape and molest women, just in Matsuyama Dream Paris, you should hurry up and go to the police!" Yang Ming yelled over there!

After shouting this, he hung up the phone directly.

I had to call the police, but it was too late for the police to come and do anything.

So Yang Ming made a second decision, and he quickly dialed Biaozi's phone.

"Who!?" Yang Ming's roar had already alarmed Huang Mao, and he looked at Yang Ming at a glance: "Stop!" Stay back! Of

course, Yang Ming didn't stop.

"Lao Tzu told you to stop, did you hear it!" Huang Mao was furious.

"Hello? Lao Yang, why are you calling, and you haven't come in for so long? On the other end of the phone, the crowd was very noisy.

"To make a long story short, there is a situation on my side, it is in the alley next to it, Biaozi, you immediately rush over with the security guards of Dream Paris, hurry..."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

A streamer of light roared in, pulling out a bright line in the darkness, almost grazing Yang Ming's body and flying past.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to be silent.

Yang Ming's pupils shrank sharply, and in an instant, his hairs stood on end, and the cold sweat on his forehead burst out, dense like sesame mung beans.

The other party has a gun!?

Who the hell are they?

"Stand still, take a step closer and smash your head with one shot!" The yellow hair's face was fierce, and his eyes flashed with a rebellious coldness.

On pins and needles.

Yang Ming's whole person is not good.

If he knew that the other party had a gun, he would not rush out of anything.

No matter how high the kung fu is, you are afraid of kitchen knives, and no matter how fast the kitchen knife is, you are afraid of bullets, and impulsiveness has to pay a price.

"Fuck, I don't know what to do! Get down! Huang Mao said angrily.

"Old Yang? What's going on, what's going on? Biaozi realized that something was wrong.

"Hello? Lao Yang, you speak, speak! "

Biaozi, don't come here, you must..."

Yang Ming still wanted to say something, the phone had been snatched by Huang Mao. The man was also kicked to the ground.

Looking up again, the muzzle of the gun was already pressed against the head.

The pungent smell of gunpowder, as well as the burning sensation after the muzzle of the gun, made Yang Ming's whole body tense.

Ordinary people, there should be no one who is not afraid of the muzzle of the gun.

Yang Ming is no exception.

Even if he is called a madman Yang.

To be honest, he didn't like the feeling of being held at gunpoint to his head.

It's like being put on the ground with your head stomped on your feet, and the feeling that your life is not in your hands, it's fucked up.

"Fuck, Xiao Qisan still wants to be nosy? How many lives do you have? Think about it, how are you going to die! "Huang Mao is condescending.

"You don't really want to kill, do you?" Zhou Meise, who was next to her, shrank and said, she was also startled the moment Huang Mao shot.

She just wants to make money, not go to jail.

"It's your, hurry up and go back to help Brother Zhe keep an eye on it, and then nonsense Lao Tzu will give you a shot!"

Zhou

Mei was stunned in an instant.

"What's going on?" Xia Sizhe poked his head out of the car window. Apparently also startled by the sound of gunfire.

"It's okay, Brother Zhe, a little deflated three, has been subdued by my short fire!"

"Who told you to shoot?" Xia Sizhe was angry: "Do you think the police didn't come fast enough?"

"It's okay, Brother Zhe, it's not the first time to play, it's going to be fine, you do your business first, leave it to me here!" Huang Mao didn't care, obviously not the first time he had played like this.

But Xia Sizhe has brains.

"Idiot! Excuse me, you two, get in the car! If you don't leave, the police will arrive! "

This..." Huang Mao was puzzled: "Brother Zhe, it's just a shot, no one is injured, there is no need to make such a fuss, right?"

"You know the, get in the car!" Xia Sizhe's pants that he had just taken off could only be put on again, and he hadn't even had time to take off Ye Weirui's clothes.

In this sense, Yang Ming seems to have succeeded.

"And what about this nosy deflated three?" Huang Mao looked at Yang Ming and asked.

Xia Sizhe glanced at Yang Ming, who was sitting on the ground.

Slightly groaned.

"Since this kid wants to be nosy, then you can't blame me, be careful..."

After speaking, Huang Mao subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger.