Apocalyptic Forecast

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Just like that, mixed in?

When entering the back door of Aisha's house, even Huaishi herself couldn't believe it, not to mention the two Green Sun's messengers in the car on the corner of the street who were spying here, looking at each other.

If it weren't for the monitor on the paper-carrying amateur who was still running, it meant that he was stepping deep into the nightclub. They almost suspected that this guy just made an excuse and ran away.

"What to do?" The burly subordinate turned his head in amazement, looking at the real principal, the messenger who was crazy in his hand, and asked for advice.

The original plan, this work should be given to them, but they were temporarily thrown over to the newcomer as a certificate of fame-after killing the Russian Federation, from then on, he could only interact with other extremes outside the five big factions. Taoism is not at the same time.

It is only natural that the difficulty is exceeded, and the two have already made plans to help at any time.

But I didn't expect that the paper-carrying guy who didn't say a word suddenly went to apply for the job alone. How can this **** be? Wouldn't it be possible to look at the opposing party's power and power, and then became the second and fifth boy as soon as he joined Green Sun?

If it weren't for any signs of betrayal by a paper-loving amateur from the monitoring, the two envoys would almost immediately start to kill the door + **** and **** one-stop service.

So, now, should we support it?

In the hands of the principal, the metal ballpoint pen kept spinning, and suddenly stopped between the contracted fingers.

"Wait." He said, "Look at the situation first."

In the monitor, there is still a steady stream of sound coming.

When the tumultuous rock and electronic music was blocked by the heavy door, Huai Shi had been taken behind.

In the corridors, all kinds of young ladies who wore very little cloth didn't care about their graceful appearance. They walked through the corridors generously, and occasionally saw Huai Shi, smiled at him and the security guard next to him, and stretched out their hands. Touch the chin and buttocks of this little brother, and ask where this little fresh meat comes from.

Facing the sexual harassment that started before entering the job, Huai Shi habitually wanted to make a set of tears to stay behind, but thinking of her mission, she could only pretend to be innocent niches and let this group not be as beautiful as her own. Old woman molested.

The benefits of bangs are now apparent.

He blocked his prying gaze, and got a panoramic view of all security content.

A four-story building, the first floor is a basement. The guards are tightly guarded and don’t know what they are doing. On the first floor, most of the second floor is filled with noisy night scene stages and decks, and the third floor is also closed with conventional passages and only one dedicated Elevator...

As I passed a door, I heard a familiar clicking sound mixed with Russian conversation and laughter.

That is the sound of steel rubbing

gun.

The waiter who passed by had a strange smell, and a few white powder could be vaguely seen outside the beautifully decorated box on the plate in his hand.

Huai Shi's footsteps stopped for a moment, and with a quick glance, in the dim light, he distinguished several traces of pinholes from the tattoos on the back of his neck and wrist.

It's not just this person.

Except for the security guards at the periphery, most people here have traces of pinholes and injections—especially young women who have just walked out of the dressing room.

More or less, there are traces of animalization on their bodies.

Miaoman's body was decorated with small blood spots, her eyes blurred, her face flushed, and she was excited...abnormal.

Huai Shi looked over involuntarily, but was pushed by the guard behind him.

"Don't look around."

"Okay." The paper-carrying amateur shrank his neck and smiled at him in kind.

Behind the closed locker room door, there were crying and angry voices. Something was smashed on the ground and broke. Soon, the cry was inaudible.

Because they have gone far.

"To be honest, this is the first time I have done this kind of thing." Huai Shi lowered her head and sighed softly.

The guard glanced back at him and said coldly, "Don't worry, you will get used to it soon."

Huai Shi asked: "What if I can't get used to it?"

The guard ignored him, and obviously couldn't bear it for a guy like him who could eat with a good face.

Huai Shi lowered her eyes, not speaking, just taking a deep breath.

"There's a fart for exemption! Do the customers who come here to spend money care about the money? Don't send things that haven't been taught!"

In the backstage of people coming and going, Huaishi finally saw the busy manager.

In the midst of her busy schedule, the dancers who had finished changing their outfits hurried to the stage. The female manager yelled at the assistants beside her, slapped her hands and slapped them twice: "Mr. Chitian on the second floor, you give me a bottle of Baizhou first. I'll take it later. The new woman came over to apologize in person. I was stunned for what to do, don’t go!"

After dismissing the assistant, the solemn female manager looked at her with serious and harsh eyes. But no matter how serious and harsh the sight, I couldn't help being surprised when I saw this face.

Reached out, squeezed the chin of the naive person with paper, raised his hand to pull the bangs, and looked at the dodging eyes below, in disbelief.

"This is really a surprise. You did a good job this time. The recruitment was posted in the morning, and there were such good seedlings sent to the door...what's the name?"

"A man who is pregnant with paper."

"Don't be nervous, Jun Ren." The manager stared at his face fiercely, wondering how much money this face could swindle from those brainless female high-rollers, and the excitement was about to flow out: "You will What kind of talent?"

"Does the change and magic count count?"

The paper-loving amateur dodges his fiery gaze and asked uneasyly.

The manager smiled with a rare pet and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to shave this little cute face, "Magic, good magic, I can do magic too."

But Huai Shi was distracted.

Looking at the corner of the backstage, the woman who was dragged into the room by her hair and crying until the door was closed.

"Mr. Su Ren, what kind of magic do you do?" The manager had posted it and asked, "Can you perform it for me?"

"Uh, good, good."

Huai Shi barely maintained her composure, and forced a smile: "Look."

Like all street magic before the start of the performance, the hands and fingers are shown, empty and nothing is hidden.

Then, the two hands were slowly closed, ten fingers entangled and clenched, lifted, and leaned in front of her.

"Now is the time to witness the miracle."

Huai Shi told her seriously.

But then, instead of disassembling the ten fingers, nor confounding anything out of nothing, he just sent the clenched fist forward.

Snapped!

The whole noisy backstage burst into a roar that surpassed all the noise and spread in an instant.

It seemed that a small bomb was detonated at this moment, and the terrifying firepower rested on the hands clenched into fists. Accompanied by Huai Shi's movements, the condensed force exploded forward.

The drums sounded, and thunder suddenly appeared.

——Triple drummer·Thunderbolt!

The cone-shaped blood mist and countless viscous rain burst out. In an instant, most of the backstage was dyed scarlet, and the broken tissue was glued to the crystal lamp on the ceiling, and the entire backstage was smudged into dreamy pink .

The silence came suddenly.

A headless body fell to the sky, and the sound of falling on the floor was extremely dull.

And the magic performance of the paper-loving amateur came to an end.

He looked around, asking for the opinions of the surrounding audience.

A head so big, it disappears in the blink of an eye!

Isn't it great?

The shouts of'admiration' and the screams of'excitement' followed, and they offered'cheers' for this magic show. The'enthusiastic' audience fled in all directions, fearing that the deadly magician would come and return for an encore .

"Sorry, I didn't want to do it so early."

Huai Shi turned her head and shrugged towards the sluggish guard, "But you see, she couldn't hold it back, and she didn't even get your boss's position."

Before he could react, Huai Shi reached out and drew the pistol from his holster, toggled the safety, squeezed the trigger at his knee, and made another shot at the other knee.

Finally, after thinking about it, he shot another shot in his head.

With the clear loud noise, the rest of the audience staying in the background at this moment is only the manager lying on the ground.

But the manager didn't speak, and he didn't want to give praise. I don't know what happened.

Huai Shi can only put his hands together, praying for the manager on the ground.

Hope people are okay.

But isn't it all right if something goes wrong?

Amidst the rush of footsteps in the distance, Huai Shi moved her neck and walked towards the manager on the ground. After showing her helplessness, she turned and walked to the front desk.

Opening the curtain, Huai Shi shook her head involuntarily, bathed in explosive drums and melody.

In the dim dance floor, colorful laser lights swept across in a crisscross pattern. Under the high-pitched electric sound, countless guests followed the hot dancers on the steel poles on the dance floor shaking their bodies, turning them into a part of the hustle and bustle.

The air was filled with the smell of tobacco burning and alcohol, and the white flesh danced up and down in the dark, becoming dreamy like mist under the shining light.

The nightlife of drunken fans has just begun...

However, if only satisfied with this level of catharsis, it would be a bit boring, right?

He wants to add fire to this plain nightlife!

Walking through this short corridor, Huai Shi raised her hand and tied her short hair behind her head, revealing her sharp horns and slender eyes, smiling at everyone who looked over.

The gloomy and autistic man who was originally sloppy and autistic has disappeared without a trace, replaced by an indescribable attraction, like a searchlight, radiating in all directions.

Under the flickering lights, that handsome face was like a prajna evil ghost~www.wuxiaspot.com~, showing an unprecedented dangerous aura from his smile.

In this way, he swaggered forward and pushed away the staff who came up to ask questions. He walked straight to the tuning console and squeezed into the middle of the two perfectly coordinated DJs.

Smiling, raised his hands and put them on the shoulders of the two.

"I'm sorry, I'm ready to go to work." He whispered to the two intimately, "Excuse me, please give me a seat."

This was the last sound the two heard in the noisy music. The next moment, their eyes went dark, and they collapsed involuntarily and rolled down under the console.

He left the heavy earphones spinning in Huai Shi's hands.

When the rhythm of DJing stopped abruptly, the guests immersed in the rhythm raised their eyes and saw the smiling face under the flashing lights.

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