Are You Blind? Are You Telling Me This Is A Fugitive?

Honda Jiro, who was being talked about, was drinking boiled water throughout the game.

He was sitting on his seat, holding a teacup in his hand, and was drinking tea.

The smoke generated in the teacup blocked his eyes, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

"Crunch!"

The door was pushed open.

Bai Bingyan walked in from outside.

She didn't look very good.

"Is it all a hit?" Honda Jiro stood up from his seat and asked.

"Um."

Bai Bingyan nodded and told what she had just seen.

After hearing this, Honda Jiro fell into deep thought.

One hit and it hits.

Lin Hao killed more than a dozen pursuers one by one.

Is he a sharpshooter?

"Is this item written in the information?" Honda Jiro asked again.

"No!"

Bai Bingyan shook her head, fatigue appeared on her face!

They chased Lin Hao continuously all day and all night, and their bodies could hardly hold on any longer.

Although I have had the experience of staying up late in the past, it was nothing like today.

Being in a highly tense state of mind for a long time is extremely bad for the body.

It is even possible for him to become insane and completely turn into a lunatic.

She majored in psychology and attached great importance to her mental health.

Therefore, looking at Honda Jiro who was still relatively excited, Bai Bingyan said: "My brain needs to rest now. I may only accompany you in the subsequent pursuit and cannot give any reference opinions!"

"It's okay, you can take a rest first!" Honda Jiro waved his hand nonchalantly and sat down again.

Then open the computer in front of him.

On the computer screen, a group of people were lying on the bed and wailing.

There was blood on their legs or hands.

Although it had been bandaged, he couldn't help but take a breath when he saw the blood seeping out.

Lin Hao is really cruel.

Not only Honda Jiro, but also the audience couldn't help but take a breath.

"hiss!"

"Let me go, my hair is standing on end. It's so miserable for these pursuers. They were so seriously injured!"

"Damn it, this game is a bit too real, right? Their faces are distorted in pain. They won't have any problems in the real world, right?"

"I have read the rules of the game before, and there will be no problem. Lin Hao also made a measured move. He did not hit the pursuer's head and would not damage the opponent's spirit!"

"oh……"

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The video footage sent by Honda Jiro made people around the world excited.

They were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

The scene of the pursuer being injured was even taken as a screenshot and uploaded to major video websites.

For these videos, people on video websites have left messages below.

"666, Lin Haoyyds!"

"Hahahaha, the pursuers were shocked, weren't they surprised?"

"I'm curious. Isn't Lin Hao a violent person? How could he be left alive?"

"Huh? I find it strange when you say it. Why did Lin Hao stay alive?"

"Yes, since Lin Hao has violent tendencies, he should not leave his eloquence alive the moment he takes action. What is his intention in doing this?"

"..."

at the same time.

Lin Hao, who was talked about by everyone, was taking a nap in the abandoned factory.

He is not God.

He's just an ordinary guy.

And the IQ may not be as high as those of the arresters.

If you want to run ahead of them, you have to be in a good mental state.

Plant entrance.

Wang Hu was listening carefully to the sound coming from the headphones.

now.

The captors didn't know they were being monitored.

When the second group of pursuers went upstairs, Wang Hu had already recorded the conversation between him and their boss.

Then through the voices coming from the other side, I imagined several character models in my mind.

After the character model was completed, Wang Hu took out a piece of paper from somewhere and started writing and drawing with a charcoal pen.

Brother Bao was observing the surroundings and paying close attention to the surrounding situation.

They are fugitives.

Naturally, the main purpose is to escape.

At this moment, they don't know what Lin Hao did.

Little did he know that Lin Hao had already injured a large number of pursuers.

If they knew what Lin Hao had done, they would probably shy away.

"Brother Bao, do you see the portrait I drew?"

After Wang Hu finished drawing the portrait, he turned to look at Brother Bao and asked.

Hearing this, Brother Bao withdrew his gaze and glanced casually at the paper drawn by Wang Hu.

"Are you sure these people are the high-level pursuers?" Brother Bao said dubiously.

"I'm sure!" Wang Hu said with certainty.

"Among these people, two are relatively thoughtful, and the amplitude of their speech has not changed much. If my guess is correct, these two people should have extremely strong psychological qualities!"

He was talking about little Sherlock Holmes and Jiro Honda!

If these two people were in an abandoned factory now and saw their own portraits, they would probably be shocked and speechless.

Because Wang Hu really painted their portraits.

And it's exactly right.

Even their clothes were drawn.

This can be said to be Ma Liang's magic touch in reality.

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