Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 That's it, 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 messengers in the corner car in the distance, who were spying towards here, staring at each other.

　　 If the monitor on the body of the paper-carrying amateur is still running, it means that he is stepping into the interior of this nightclub. They almost suspect that this guy just made an excuse and ran away.

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

The original plan, this job 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 besides 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 you look at the opposing party's power and power, and then became the second or fifth boy when you 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, do you want to 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.

　　 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, Huaishi habitually wanted to have a set of tears to shed unconvincingly, but thinking of her task, she could only pretend to be innocent niches and let this group of people not be as beautiful as her own. Old woman molested.

　　 The benefits of bangs are now apparent.

　　 obscured his peeping gaze, and got a full 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’re doing. On the first floor and the second floor, most of the places are the noisy night stage and decks, and the third floor is also closed with conventional passages and there is 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 on his body, and a few white powder could be vaguely seen outside the beautifully decorated box on the plate in his hand.

　　 Huaishi's footsteps stopped for a moment, and with a quick glance, in the dim light, he distinguished a few 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 the 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 is decorated with small blood spots, her eyes are blurred, her face is red, and she is excited...abnormal.

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

　　 "Don't look around."

　　 "Okay, okay." The paper-carrying amateur shrank his neck, and smiled at him flatteringly.

　　 Behind the closed locker room door, there were crying and angry voices. Something was smashed on the ground and broken. 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 can eat with a good face.

　　 Huaishi lowered his eyes, did not speak, just took a deep breath.

　　 "There is a fart for free bills! Are the customers who come here to spend money who care about the money? Don't send things that haven't been taught!"

　　 In the backstage of people coming and going, Huai Shi 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 angered the assistants beside her and slapped her two hands: "Mr. Chitian on the second floor, you will give me a bottle of Baizhou first. I'll take it later. The new woman came over to apologize in person. I wondered what I was doing, 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.

　　 stretched out his hand, squeezed the chin of the paper-carrying amateur, raised his hand to pull the bangs, and looked at the dodging eyes below, in disbelief.

　　 "This is really a surprise, you guys did a good job this time. I only posted the recruitment 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 firmly, 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 it count as a change or magic?"

　　 The paper-loving amateur dodges her fiery gaze, and asked anxiously.

　　 The manager's rare petting laughed, 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 is distracted.

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

　　 "Sir, what do you do with magic?" The manager had posted it and asked, "Can you perform it for me?"

　　 "Uh, good, good."

　　 Huaishi barely maintained his composure, and forced a smile: "Look."

　　 Like all street magic before the start of the performance, showing hands and fingers, empty, without hiding anything.

　　 Then, both hands slowly closed, ten fingers entangled and clenched, lifted, and came to her.

　　 "Here is the time to witness the miracle."

　　 Huaishi told her seriously.

　　 But then, instead of disassembling the ten fingers, or changing something out of nothing, he just sent the clenched fist forward.

Snapped!

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

　　 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 sky drum beats, and the thunder suddenly appears.

　　——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. .

　　 Death and silence came suddenly.

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

　　 The magic performance of a paper-loving amateur, thus came to an end.

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

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

　　 Isn’t that great?

The shouts of "admiration" and the screams of "excitement" followed, and they gave a "cheer" 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."

　　 Huaishi turned her head and shrugged to the sluggish guard, "But you see, I can't hold it back. You didn't even get the position of your boss."

　　 Before he could react, Huaishi stretched out his hand and pulled the pistol from his holster, flipped the safety, pulled the trigger on his knee, and made another shot at the other knee.

　　 Finally, he thought about it and shot another shot in his head.

　　 With the clear loud noise, the rest of the audience staying in the background at the 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 sincerely.

　　 I hope people are okay.

　　 But isn’t it okay if something goes wrong?

　　 Amid the rush of footsteps in the distance, Huaishi moved her neck and spread her hands to the manager on the ground, after expressing her helplessness, she turned and walked to the front desk.

　　 opened the curtain, Huai Shi was bathed in the explosive drum beats and melody, and she involuntarily shook her head.

In the dim dance floor, colorful laser lights crisscrossed across, under the high-pitched electric sound~www.wuxiaspot.com~ countless guests followed the poles on the dance floor. The hot dancers shook their bodies and turned into Part of this hustle.

　　 The air is filled with the smell of tobacco burning and alcohol, and the white flesh dances up and down in the dark, and becomes dreamy like fog under the shining light.

　　 The nightlife of drunken paper fans has just begun...

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

　　 He wants to add fire to this plain nightlife!

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

　　 The shaggy and autistic dark man has disappeared without a trace, replaced by an indescribable attraction, like a searchlight, radiating in all directions.

　　 Under the flashing lights, that handsome face was like a prajna evil ghost, revealing an unprecedented dangerous aura from his smile.

　　 Just like that, 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 well-coordinated DJs.

　　 smiled, raised his hand and put it on the shoulders of the two of them.

　　 "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 loud music. The next moment, their eyes went dark, and they collapsed involuntarily and rolled down under the console.

　　 left the heavy earphones spinning around in Huaishi's hands.

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