Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

Yang Xiao glanced at the window opposite the hospital again, and he slowly said, "He was in touch with those gadgets just now, and he should feel a little bit now. There are still a few days before the night of the full fifteenth moon, even if he didn't see him. I have seen it, and Lin Feng should have also heard of these gadgets. Only I can solve this kind of gadgets. The best way for him now is to take advantage of the people from the polling bureau to come back and use you. Come to blackmail me."

"You don't say it earlier!" I walked aimlessly in the ward several times, trying to get out of the hospital, but I didn't dare to open the door of the ward after hesitating for a long time.

"Don't panic," Yang Xiao said, looking at me with a smile, "Even if Lin Feng doesn't have a tarsus maggot, he will not be able to make any waves. In the opinion poll, there is only one person in front of me, even if he is ranked It’s not his turn to be behind me."

I don't know if it is a psychological effect. I always feel that Lin Feng is not as simple as Yang Xiao said. If according to Yang Xiao's vision, there is absolutely no good end today. I met Yang Xiao's gaze and said, "Tian Li Tu is in his hand, and Lin Feng has practiced sneakily for 20 to 30 years. Didn't you count this?"

"Half of the heavens." Yang Xiao corrected my statement, it seems that even this is not a secret. He continued, "Don't think too much about it. Even if the entire Tianli map is in his hands, it doesn't necessarily do me anything. It's nothing more than to fool around. On this alone, no one can rank. In front of me."

When Yang Xiao said this, I didn't think he was talking big. Regarding this alone, I am afraid that even Wu Rendi would have to let him go. But my right eyelid keeps beating, and I panicked. How to explain this...

After Yang Xiao finished speaking, the sky was completely dark. There was no news from Fat Sun either, and 80% of them were still waiting for Lin Feng to reveal his cards in the suburbs.

At this time, the nurse delivered my nutritious meal. Although in this situation, I shouldn't have the mind to eat anymore, but after two years of sleep, my appetite has become surprisingly strong. Although it is still as boring as rice cereal, I eat into my stomach without two mouthfuls. I thought it was like noon, asking the nurse for two more, but unfortunately the nurse at noon had already changed shifts, and the nurse on duty at night said that he would not give anything.

Although he was replaced by a night shift nurse, Yang Xiao's charm was undiminished. He joked with the little nurse without saying a word, without the sense of urgency before the storm came. It's just that I have no bottom in my heart, and I have always had an ominous premonition.

After the little nurse left the ward, Yang Xiao, who was still smiling a second before, suddenly became serious. Yang Xiao took out a pistol from behind his waist and handed it to me, and said, "This is for you to be bold. Be careful not to lose it. I borrowed this gun cheeky. I can't afford to lose it."

"Borrow it? Don't you have one too?" When the matter came, I was considered fate. When I took it over and saw that it was a standard pistol from the Polling Bureau, I felt a little more settled. But the scene two years ago was just like what happened yesterday. I still remember Lin Feng's appearance after being shot. This alone seemed to pose no threat to him. And looking at how Yang Xiao was cautious with this pistol, it seemed that the standard pistols of the polling bureau were expensive.

"Look carefully, don't compare your popular products with this gun." Yang Xiao glanced at me with a weird expression, and when I saw that I couldn't tell the difference between this pistol. He sighed and said. "You have used this pistol. You killed my uncle with this pistol. Remember my uncle—Lin Huo?"

This is Wu Rendi's pistol-I finally recognized the source of this pistol (the appearance of this pistol is no different from other pistols, if they are mixed together, I definitely can't tell the difference).

But suddenly I remembered that I used this gun to knock down my uncle. It seemed a bit unreasonable to see me with my head up and down: "Lao Yang, listen to me about our uncle..."

Before I could finish, Yang Xiao waved his hand and said, "I still want to thank you. I have been hiding from my uncle since I was 22 years old. Later, I was not afraid of him, but I got sick. He didn't dare to return to Yunnan. He died in your hands, and it can be considered indirectly to settle my worries."

I originally wanted to persuade people to die and rest everything, but after all, I personally beat my uncle to death. Saying that kind of thing means a little bit cheaper. I simply pretended to check the gun and avoided this topic.

After returning the magazine, I finally discovered the difference in this pistol. Although the shell is exactly the same as my previous pistol, the bullet's bullet is unusually shiny, and I have an illusion that I have seen it somewhere. I unloaded a bullet and wanted to take a closer look, only to find that there was only such a lone bullet in the closed magazine.

I held the bullet to Yang Xiao and asked, "Lao Yang, why is there only one bullet? What does this mean?"

"How many more do you want?" Yang Xiao glanced at me, then turned his gaze to the bullet in my hand, and said, "How many bullets can a dagger turn into? They are all consumables. The bullets are shot out. It will be abandoned, even if Director Wu has a little family background and can't withstand such a toss, right?"

"You said it was a bullet made with my dagger?" I finally understood why Lin Huo died under this pistol. Anyway, is my dagger so worthless?

"It's not yours." Yang Xiao said, "Wu Rendi made a dagger back then, and Ouyang made 35 rounds of bullets to the left. He is not willing to use this kind of bullets, and it seems that they have only been used until now. One shot is cheaper for you."

What I said, after the forest fire collapsed, Wu Rendi took the pistol back. According to Director Wu’s first encounter with my third uncle, the short sword was soaked in the blood of Chi Xiao, and it was no longer necessary. stingy.

Carefully pressed the bullet into the magazine, checked the pistol again, and after I was sure that it would not jam, I put the pistol away.