Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1152, the soul is a gun, life is bombing, and the bomb is dead.

This is a very strange feeling... when Luo Qiu faced the new guest.

He was sober and clearly aware that he was probably not suitable for the guests in the past few days - but he recovered his former state almost instantly - or was given a state of the past.

For reasons of soberness and clarity, Luo Qiu did not even feel any awkwardness for this, but felt that this was taken for granted - so he would think that this is a strange feeling, not an awkward feeling.

The degree of assimilation with the club far exceeds his estimate of himself... He looks at the customer in front of him, a sense of comfort that seems to arise, and gradually makes him feel that this is his ultimate affiliation.

For a moment, the boss’s changes have not passed through Dazhe.

The black soul messenger is almost equal to the boss's possession. The black soul messenger's perception of the boss is naturally very strong... Dazhe is still like this, the maidservant naturally does not have to say more.

Dazhe saw that from last night to the present, the face of the maid's lady suddenly had a nice smile.

Suddenly, Dazhe frowned. Frowning, perhaps just an instinct, he himself could not tell, what was it for.

......

The new customers are not as flustered as the usual customers. The new guests are calm and calm, and it is easy to reminiscent of people who may be regular customers or who have some extraordinary strength.

But in fact, the new guest is just a person who can't be ordinary. There is no such thing as extraordinary power, and it is certainly not a regular customer... It can only be said that his temper is cold.

Gray eyes.

Luo boss looked at each other's eyes, these eyes are common black, but the boss thought of gray... It is the kind of white color that is squeezed out on black pigments and forcedly blended.

The new guests, after listening to the maid's rules about the club's buying and selling, fell into silence - from the beginning to the moment of silence, the new guests only asked three questions.

- "Where is this."

- "Why am I here?"

--"who are you."

......

"Mr. Chen Mingming, don't know if you have any doubts." The boss first spoke - the name of the new guest, called Chen Mingming.

However, he did not introduce himself, and the boss directly called out his name.

He... Chen Mingming just looked at it unexpectedly. He relaxed himself, and from now on, he began to look at everything around him.

Placed on the display rack, a variety of strange things, not far from the counter, the variety of Tibetan wine, as well as the old phonograph and clock in the corner.

"Know, why is it so clear?" He suddenly looked at the boss, his face blank, his lips moving slightly, as if the face was divided into the upper part is static, and the lower part is dynamic combination painting.

Luo Qiu shook his head slightly...because he knew that Chen Mingming might like to say it himself.

"When I gave this name to them, they wanted me to be clear." Chen Mingming raised his hands and placed them on the table. "Be clear and understand things, be clear and understand things, and be clear when you live."

"They?" the boss suddenly asked.

"Besides them, who else has the right to give the child a name?" Chen Mingming said indifferently.

Luo boss nodded... Closer to home, Luo boss smiled slightly: "So the guests, the rules you already know, but think about it, buy something."

"Gun, give me a gun." Chen Mingming seems to know what he wants, "a gun that can kill anyone."

His request made Da Zhe quite moved - but in this transaction, the Dark Soul messenger did not have the qualification to speak... because this is not the task of finding the gold master, and the gold master has come to the boss, which is the last One step.

Luo Bo suddenly changed his sitting position, put his hands together on his lap and looked at the neckline of Chen Mingming's clothes... There is a small piece of exposed tattoo.

It’s just that there are too few exposed parts. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to know what the complete pattern is.

"Mr. Chen, is there anyone who wants to kill?" The boss asked for a moment later.

Chen Mingming shook his head and his eyes were gray and white. "No. Just thinking, if there is, there will be such a means on hand."

Luo boss nodded. "Mr. Chen, there is anything to sell here, but there are also prerequisites. We need, at least, the equivalent of things. For us, Mr. Chen’s own ability, comprehensive, you are just in the ordinary people. The scope. But, as you can see, the existence here means extraordinary existence... a gun that can kill anyone, we can give, but Mr. Chen can't pay the price of the gun."

"This is normal." Chen Mingming did not disappoint, but instead felt very reasonable and nodded. "That's how, a gun that can kill anyone I can kill."

"In theory, in certain circumstances, ordinary people can also kill extraordinary people." Luo boss smiled slightly: "Mr. Chen's definition is not too broad."

Chen Mingming was silent for a moment and was planning to speak again.

But Luo’s boss suddenly said at this time, “Mr. Chen, I can recommend a gun that should meet your needs...”

While talking, the boss opened his palm, a silver pistol, starting from the part of the handle, and showing it a little bit... silver, just the luster it formed when it was formed, when it was completely formed, It becomes bleak.

Luo boss put the silver pistol on the table and said slowly: "This gun is not finished, it needs to be injected into your soul to be complete. And it can not be used. Ordinary bullets, it can only use bullets made by Mr. Chen in your own life."

"I use my life as a bullet?" Chen Mingming seems to have a touch of movement.

Luo boss said: "We know that if you really want to kill a person, I am talking about the situation where there is little difference in individual force. If you are willing to spend your time and spend time, you will always find the opportunity - time Can kill people, will Mr. Chen deny this statement?"

Chen Mingming shook his head slightly.

"So, use your time as a bullet to kill what you are saying, you have the ability to kill."

"How do you determine how long it takes for my bullet?"

"When you need to use bullets, this gun will naturally tell you."

"How to sell?"

"When Mr. Chen can no longer inject this bullet into the bullet, we will recycle the gun... At the same time, it will also recycle your soul, how do you see it."

"Do you want to kill people?"

Luo boss smiled slightly: "In theory, as long as Mr. Chen has not shot the first bullet, your life will only come to an end naturally."

For a long time, in the boss's eyes, under the watchful maid's gaze, Chen Mingming slowly picked up the silver pistol on the table.

Until he left from the boss of Luo, Chen Mingming never said anything.

Dazhe frowned at this time and went to the side of Luo Qiu. He couldn’t help but say: "Boss, this guy... seems to be very dangerous. You gave this gun to him, and he was not afraid of him coming."

"What do we want to buy, what do we sell." Luo Qiu said: "Isn't this the case?"

Dazhe opened his mouth and finally did not say anything. He just nodded and slowly retreated. Since Luo Qiu, who is the master, feels that there is no problem, he naturally has no position to refute Luo Qiu as the boss.

The master's will cannot be violated... This is the brand that has been engraved into the deepest when it becomes the black soul.

You night started to pack up the desktop. "Master, just come back and say, what do you want to do?"

Luo Qiu shook his head. "I was going to go to the altar, but suddenly I didn't want to go... well, I suddenly wanted to eat your dinner."

"I am going to prepare."

The maidservant smiled and left, and her steps seemed to be cheerful.

......

......

The car slowly entered the parking lot of the community. After stopping the car, Zhou Yuxi did not get off the bus at the first time, but sat alone in the car.

He adjusted the seat and lay in the driver's seat, closing his eyes... the engine has not been closed.

About half an hour later, Zhou Yuxi got off the bus.

He suddenly sounded Ma Houde’s words and began to sniff his own clothes... There was indeed a bad taste – how long did it take to take a shower?

"Week police officer, are you coming back?"

In the underground garage, a middle-aged man just came out of the elevator. It seems that he is going to drive out. I am afraid that Zhou Yuxi’s neighbor will not be warmly greeted.

"Yeah." Zhou Yuxi nodded.

Despite the neighbor's name, he remembers, looks and remembers, and has talked about some things in the past, and they all have the impression... Faced with the warm greetings from each other, Zhou Yuxi is not suitable.

He quickly got rid of his neighbor's chill, and quickly returned to his home and opened the door.

"I returned……"

Zhou Yuxi shook his head, closed the door, and kept the key in the cabinet at the entrance to the wall. He did not change his shoes. He walked straight to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Maybe it’s the reason why I didn’t come back for a long time... When I sat down, the sofa of the fabric suddenly raised some dust.

He turned on the TV with his hand, just in time for the evening news.

"Now a special news report is being broadcast. This morning, in a self-built house in the Longhua section of the city, there was a murder case of murder..."

Zhou Yuxi did not listen to it and shut the TV.

He suddenly remembered that the goldfish raised in the house did not seem to be feeding, and the water had not been replaced for a long time. Zhou Yuxi quickly stood up and walked to the fish tank and found that the silver arowana that had been well-preserved had already turned over. , floating up the water.

Zhou Yuxi quickly reached for the body of the dead fish, but when he reached into the water, he remembered that the sleeve did not pinch, and he had to take out his hand again.

However, the buttons on the shirt sleeves were not as easy to solve as usual. Zhou Yuxi was busy a few times, but still could not solve it - he suddenly gave up, his hands on the edge of the fish tank, his wrists immersed in the water.

Suddenly, Zhou Yuxi suddenly pushed the fish tank down to the ground.

The glass shattered and the water in the fish tank was spilled on the ground, wetting his body... The silver arowana did not have any movements because of this, they just lie on the ground motionless.

Zhou Yuxi suddenly fell on the floor, just watching it, watching... watching him, he suddenly stood up again, and quickly took the cleaning tool, sweeping the broken glass, the dead fish go.

Then he dried the water on the floor and looked at the seemingly worse indoor environment. He threw the mop on his hand... So he stood in the same place, watching the wall clock on the living room wall, a little bit of rotation .

For a long time, Zhou Yuxi gently hammered his forehead, then wiped his face, then turned and walked to the door, grabbed the key, and went out the door, all the way to the garage, driving out.

......

The place where Zhou Yuxi went later was a relatively high-end residential area.

He parked the car before he reached a two-story villa near the artificial lake in the community and pressed the doorbell. Soon after, the gate opened and a refined man came out.

When the man saw Zhou Yuxi’s arrival, he seemed to have some accidents. He said: “Jade?”

Zhou Yuxi looked at the man in front of him and sighed. "High team, can I go in and sit down... I... headache."

Gao Li... Gao Wen opened his mouth and then nodded. "You are coming advanced."

Gao Wen took Zhou Yuxi into the study room and asked him to sit on a recliner, then moved himself to the chair and made it to Zhou Yuxi.

"Yu Yu, have you not had a headache in recent months, how suddenly you have committed again." Gao Wen asked at this time.

Zhou Yuxi lay down, his fist tapping his forehead. "I don't know... High team, the medicine you gave me last time, can you give some more?"

Gao Wendao: "That is just an ordinary sleeping pill. I just let you take a rest. It is not really a medicine for treating headaches... Are you starting to have a nightmare again?"

Zhou Yuxi shook his head. "No."

Gao Wendao: "Then I think you are just too tired. When you look at you this morning, I feel that people are going to be tired. It is not a drug, nor a treatment. What you need is just a jade. Take a break."

Zhou Yuxi smiled bitterly: "Today, I almost quarreled with Ma Houde. He asked me to go home to rest... Go home? People go home and rest, I am just sinned by my home...not interesting."

Gao Wen took a shot of Zhou Yuxi’s shoulder. "I don't recommend you to continue eating it, but I can't drink it. Drinking red wine helps sleep. Someone just sent me a good bottle of red wine. These two days. My wife is not at home, idle is idle, drink a few cups with me?"

"Okay." Zhou Yuxi's tight face was loose.

Looking at Gao Wen at this time in the small bar of the study began to open the wine to hang wine, Zhou Yuxi suddenly asked: "Right, recently, what is clear?"

"If you care about your son, can you just look at it yourself?" Gao Wen shook his head and said: "I am only his teacher, not his sister."

Zhou Yuxi shook his head. "No red, come white."

(End of this chapter)