Circle Warlock

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[Scroll of Disturbance by Destiny Line: This is a powerless request from a father who prays that fate will bring his young daughter Lola back to his side. World Restrictions: Do not use mystery beyond the "minor" level. Violation will require the payment of additional forces of fate to heal. Remuneration: new destiny power and ancient electromagnetic cannon production materials. 】

Lola, who is Lola?

Despite some waves during these two days, Shen Yan has never forgotten his purpose of coming to this world-the ancient electromagnetic gun is still waiting for him-so instead of saying that he is a wave, it is better to say that Shen Yan is using an alternative Way to reach the goal.

Cough, no matter whether you believe it or not, anyway, Shen Yan believed it.

Besides, he also did a lot of things, such as first confirming that the policewoman is not his mission goal-according to common sense, the policewoman is the first native of the world he contacts, and the name is Lola, this Under the circumstances, according to the basic routine, the mission goal should be this person! Therefore, Shen Yan will spend effort to confirm this matter, but the final answer is no ... At least she does not have a dad who can pay out electromagnetic paper.

If you can't get paid, what's the point of saving you?

So Shen Yan immediately gave up the little policewoman indifferently and cruelly-even if you were robbed by the underworld and then transformed into a meat weapon, I will not save you!

Secondly, he also got the start-up capital and landing place in this world, all of which can be done in one day, how can he say that?

The only pity is that even if Shen Yan swept all the racing parties overnight, he would only earn a little more than $ 180,000. The old and beautiful people don't carry too much cash on their bodies (not only easy to be robbed but also caught by the police), and the check Shen Yan has no way to collect. So even if he emptied those people's wallets, he could only get so much.

And this kind of thing can only be done once ... Do you think that those who drive to go to the late night party really love drag racing? Don't be stupid, they really love Hyun Che and Paomazi.

The party organizers first hired a large number of wild models to stimulate young men's hormones with exposed clothing. Then add high-decibel silver brainwashing, unlimited supply of beer drop IQ and some you know ... to seduce these people to spend money. Coupled with the beautiful women brought by the rich second generation and some brain-damaged girls, this made the party full of beautiful women, and the atmosphere became hotter and hotter, eventually attracting more people to come to consume ... This is the door business.

Shen Yan jumped out and ridiculed and slapped his face, harvesting his wallet, and the young man's brain was fooled ... This trick could only be used once. Next time, even if he really drives a tractor, there will not be a few people to compare with him ... Everyone is not stupid. So after Shen Yan harvested the wave, he left the van directly on the side of the road and left with a backpack of money. Since then, there is no longer a figure of "drug dealer" on the rivers and lakes, but the legend of "drug dealer" will still be spread.

Brother "Drug Dealer" will become a villain when he stays, but he will become an idol for racers when he leaves-because of his shining moments like a meteor, this circle is coated with a legendary gold. Every racing driver will talk about his story-to put it plainly, everyone wants to pretend like him!

Think about it and feel excited, dead and regretless!

Here, Shen Yan stolen music while tapping on the computer, trying to find information about "Lola" on the Internet;

Mike, who drove to the movie studio over there, was already ignorant ...

*****

"Wait! Fak! What are you doing ?!"

When Mike drove to the movie studio, he saw a black man, apparently a gang member, standing at the door, wearing a cap and a big shirt that could hold his buttocks. And a van was parked in the yard, and the two workers were working-fortunately, they were moving into the workshop, not moving things on the car.

"Heyman," the Negro made a very cultural look, stopping Mike, who was going inside, "Private territory, please do not enter." He lifted his fat shirt, revealing the gun attached to his belt.

"Go to Nima's private territory, this is my house! My site!" Mike said sternly, also pressing his hand on the handle of the gun.

"Wait, you say this is your place, you are the white fat man the boss said? I'm Rama, the security manager of this factory. You have to tell me your name before I can confirm that you are the one the boss said people."

That's right, this Rama is the old friend of Franklin in the game, Erhu Rama Davis. When Shen Yan drove through the black community in the early morning, he happened to find that this kid was beaten and had his face bruised and thrown on the side of the road, and he picked it up. Rama's brain is not easy to use, and things are often short-circuited. In the game, it is the typical pig teammate. But he is particularly vain (especially foolish), and still has a brain, Shen Yan has a very good way for such a person.

He gave Rama a manager title and money, and then in a gesture of trust, he asked Rama to pat his chest to ensure that the studio would be fine! Shen Yan began to place orders to buy things.

"Mike! Mike Di Santa." Mike Qiang replied with anger.

"Yes, it's you. The boss left you something. Wait a minute ..." Rama turned and entered the studio. Mike took the opportunity to look at the things that were removed from the truck, all of them from a certain chemical reagent company. What did Shen Yan buy these commodities, "Fak! Does he want to make explosives?"

Rama came out of the studio in less than a minute and stuffed Mike with an old phone. Mike turned on and saw the unique phone number, and he dialed it without hesitation. "Waterfalk! I lent you a place to hide, what kind of Faak thing are you doing on your horse?"

"Meet and talk." Shen Yan said quietly.

"Where are you now?" In desperation, Mike could only ask.

"Hilton Hotel, don't report the house number directly, I'm on the 21st floor."

"What do you mean by the Hilton Hotel in San Gabriel? The one at four hundred dollars a day?"

"of course."

"Fake squid! Fake, squid!" Mike hung up the phone.

*****

Shen Yan did stay at the Hilton Hotel for four hundred dollars a night, but did not pay.

He came in through the window, and a comb took care of the indoor electricity and network problems. Then take a bath to clean up, and then sleep beautifully, woke up the next day and bought a notebook to start searching for information online.

Although this hotel is also managed electronically, any room can be seen at the front desk when the power is turned on-but the ultimate executor of the management is still human. Hilton has 222 rooms and their workload is very heavy. Besides, with the style of Lao Mei being open anytime and anywhere, a staff member eagerly opened the guest room to spend the Spring Festival with someone. This is normal ... So Shen Yan spent most of the day in the room and no one bothered.

Mike came after all, quietly escaped the waiter as she said, and came to the 21st floor quietly, and then was inserted into the room by Shen Yan.

"Fak ... you will really enjoy it." After checking the room, Mike pulled a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and collapsed on the sofa. Shen Yan noticed that his expression seemed to be in a trance, and it seemed that something had happened.

"The wine is to be paid, otherwise it will become a waiter's compensation." Shen Yan reminded casually, and found a cup to accompany Mike to drink together. "Is something wrong, do you need my help?"

To be honest, Mike came to Shen Yan instead of his friends today, which means that Shen Yan is different in his eyes.

The first is that Lao Mai read the "Arrow" news several times after returning home. With so many years of experience from birth to death, he immediately guessed that Shen Yan was not an ordinary person. And he thought a little bit deeper (including analysis on TV). Why do you say that Shen Yan is such a man with skill, why should he always dress up as an embroidered pillow? Still making those bad movies? Would it be better to be among the women than to show off?

It's a personal matter. This is a commodity society. It has long ceased to have the ancient qualities of hiding in the body. Now it is popular to have a posture of 12 points.

He had seen the speed of Shen Yan's driving that day, was that really a straw bag? Why should such a person be willing to be indifferent? Maybe people are really like comics, living different lives on both sides.

So if you want to say something about filming something, he has long forgotten it. He is looking for a personal consultation today.

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PS: Well, there may be a book friend who wants to talk about water again. This is a "pressure" in writing. Lao Lei used to stabilize in this place.