Lu Xiang is a well-deserved expert in street fighting.
She is a role model in the Bureau. Whenever there is a street fight, she is always the first one. The elites of the special operations team also admire her.
I'm afraid you would be hard-pressed to find someone with better fighting skills than Lu Xiang in District 17.
But after hearing Song Lan's inquiry, Lu Xiang raised strong doubts.
In her impression, Song Lan had never fought a well-matched battle, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as a rookie in the field of street fighting.
And more importantly...
"Can your waist bear it?"
Lu Xiang asked on the other end of the phone.
In District 17, there is a threshold for becoming a street gangster. During the period when criminal power was at its peak, gang members were finding ways to increase their strength every day.
Taking illegal drugs, transplanting unknown prosthetics from the black market, or spending all day in the gym, day after day exercise can make them punch like a otaku.
As for Song Lan, let alone going to the gym, letting him go out for a run would be like killing him.
"Grabbing and over-the-shoulder throws require long-term practice. Not only are novices ineffective when using these techniques, they can also easily twist their waists."
"Wait a minute, I'll ask first."
As he said that, Song Lan looked at "Nothing" who was eavesdropping on the side. He seemed to be very interested in the relationship between Song Lan and Lu Xiang.
"Lao Lu asked you, how is your waist?"
"generally."
"Then it won't work."
After the two exchanged glances, Song Lan understood.
"Void" now looks like a middle-aged man, with underdeveloped muscles. He is the type who gets punched by gangsters when walking on the street. It is difficult for him to imagine the scene of "Void" fighting with others in a bloody battle.
In the final analysis, he and "Void" are from the same school, and they are both health-preserving players.
If put into the game, they should all be mage-type professions.
"Lao Lu, I asked him. He also has back pain, leg cramps, and possibly Lao Han's legs. Do you have any hand-to-hand fighting techniques suitable for the elderly?"
Why do older people have to fight hand-to-hand with street gangsters?
Can't you just stay at home and watch TV and play on the computer?
Song Lan's topic always fills Lu Xiang's heart with doubts, but for the sake of Song Lan's waist, she must persuade the other party to give up this unrealistic idea and said, "It is 2167 now."
"Um?"
"If you can't defeat others in hand-to-hand combat, you can use weapons or transplanted prosthetics."
This is the choice of absolutely most company people, and it is also the secret why they can easily kill provocative gangsters even though they stay in air-conditioned rooms every day. "There should be a gun shop in Root City, right? Buying two guns there is better than yours." It will be much more useful to meditate on fighting skills all afternoon."
"...Lao Lu, are you really sure?"
Song Lan still remembered that the last time she used a gun, she accidentally injured the actor Guan Lili hired for filming. It is said that Kolo Pictures even compensated others 50,000 watts of recuperation fees. From then on, Guan Lili never dared to let him go again. Touched the gun.
"This is indeed a problem."
Lu Xiang on the other end of the phone was also lost in thought.
Recently, she discovered that Song Lan had some magical qualities. In some unimportant actions, the success rate was much higher without him.
After a moment, she thought of a temporary solution, "At that time, you can pretend to shoot, and then secretly use psychic powers to knock them down. When the fight starts, the scene will be chaotic, and no one will notice it."
"I understand, do you have any other suggestions?"
"After you two go in, you go to the front."
She came up with the idea, but Lu Xiang was worried about the personal safety of Song Lan's friend, "If there really is a fight, you and him should occupy a corner, and don't overlap."
…
"How about it?"
"Nothingness" eavesdropped on the entire conversation between Song Lan and Lu Xiang, but still asked pretending to be curious.
To be honest, he heard this phone call in confusion. He vaguely felt that Lu Xiang seemed to be worried about Song Lan touching a gun, but he didn't know what happened during this to make her so frightened.
Another doubtful point is how Song Lan discovered that he had Lao Han's legs.
Could it be that this guy is really a famous detective?
"Lao Lu suggested that we go to a gun store to buy some weapons for self-defense."
"It's simple. The Chamber of Commerce's property in Root City has a gun shop. I've long wanted to give it a try."
For him, guns are just interesting little toys. Before Song Lan came to the oasis, he had never found a chance to use them.
After all, the echoes in the upper world need to remain mysterious at all times, so that believers can't figure out his thoughts. When staying with Song Lan, he doesn't need to worry about this at all.
"Can you still use a gun?"
"What's so difficult about this? You can do it as soon as you see it."
"...where did you get the idea?"
Song Lan suddenly had an unknown premonition.
"Isn't there a very popular movie a few years ago, produced by Kolo Films. The story tells that a top killer was assassinated in his own home. The attacker killed his dog, prompting him to embark on the journey. The cause of revenge."
"The Void" made me feel the same way while watching the movie, especially after the main character's dog was killed.
If someone killed the crickets he had worked so hard to cultivate, he would definitely become furious and level the murderer and the entire city where he was.
"I remembered it when you mentioned it. After we go to the gun shop, we will go to the clothing store of the Chamber of Commerce to buy two suits."
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On the other side, Yunxian Hotel.
Before the cleaner pushed the cart to the room at the end of the corridor, painful moans could be heard from time to time in the closed room. She was already used to it. After the knocking inside stopped, she knocked on the door. door.
This batch of "goods" was transported from the inn outside Root City early this morning, and then was delivered to the Skeleton Gang.
After a while, the door to the room was opened. The man who opened the door had a ferocious face with two conspicuous scars on his face.
"Bathroom, go clean it."
The air was filled with the smell of smoke mixed with blood.
In the living room of the room, the leader of these people handed a black suitcase to the middle-aged man.
If Song Lan were here, she would immediately recognize the middle-aged man as the one who talked loudly in the car and handed him mineral water with the bottle cap unscrewed.
The man is a frequent visitor to the Yunxian Hotel and one of the important partners of the Skeleton Gang.
Almost one-third of the "goods" delivered to the hotel were delivered by them, and the price of today's "goods" was much higher than ordinary "goods".
Because what was delivered was high-end goods from the coalition government, city dwellers with fine skin and tender flesh. The smell of blood in the room meant that the people from the Skeleton Gang could not wait to inspect the goods.
It is the tradition of the Skull Gang to hate people from the coalition government. Anyone from the coalition government who knows a little bit about Root City will not dream of getting rich in this city.
The cleaner parked the trolley in front of the toilet door, opened the door, and found a fat man lying in a pool of blood. He seemed to have just fainted, and his body was still twitching unconsciously.
The wounds were concentrated on his knees. Judging from the condition of the wounds, this leg was probably going to become disabled. Next to the obese man were a group of men who had their shirts stripped off and were covered in bruises. They were After witnessing what happened to the man, everyone was so frightened that they didn't even dare to take a breath.
Half an hour ago, the Skeleton Gang had sent out the first batch of sorted goods, and the rest were all crooked melons and cracked dates - at least in the eyes of the Skeleton Gang, and this one collapsed on the ground Unfortunately, the fat man was used to scare the monkeys.
The cleaner slowly took out the simple first aid tools from the cart, lowered his voice and said, "Don't make any noise, and don't think about going back. It will be easier this way."
She skillfully treated the fat man's wounds. Although she knew that what she said was a lie, all she could do was to comfort these unfortunate people a little.
Regardless of whether they came here of their own free will or were retold, there is nothing they can do to change their destined ending.
"Useless" is the label the Skeleton Gang puts on inferior goods.
Without any skills and disobedience to discipline, usually their organs would be auctioned on the black market in the oasis within a few days.
After treating the wound, the next step was to clean the blood on the ground.
This is her daily job. At first, she would be tortured by the looks of these people, but now, she has long been numb.
They were destined never to meet again.
"Boom——!"
The muffled sound coming from the living room caused the cleaner to pause for a while, followed by a burst of pain and curses.
"Scarface, you're crazy!"
This sudden change made the cleaner's heart rise to her throat. The knocking outside the toilet door did not stop. The cursing soon turned into begging for mercy. This was the first time she encountered human traffickers and traffickers in so many years of working at Yunxian Hotel. The Skeleton Gang had conflicts.
"Do your job and don't look around!"
The force coming from behind caused the cleaner to fall to the ground, his trouser legs and hands were covered with blood on the ground.
The Skeleton Gang member guarding the door kicked her and said viciously, "Are you tired of living?"
…
The commotion in the living room continued, and the cleaners hurriedly wiped the blood on the floor, but they could still hear the vicious voice of the leader of the Skeleton Gang, "I think I have explained it clearly enough, but this batch of goods you brought me 'There doesn't seem to be the one I specified."
"Well, that kid is really cunning, but don't worry, he was shot when he was escaping. My people have already chased him. He will never be able to escape... ah!"
Another scream.
Even without looking, the cleaner can guess what's going on in the living room.
The trafficker's arms were held down on the table by the Skeleton Gang so that the leader could use a hammer to break his hand bones.
"What we want is alive, alive! If that kid dies..."
"Boss!"
The threat was interrupted by the sound of pushing the door, and the panicked hotel staff broke in, "Two suspicious characters came to the hotel, and they are asking about the archaeologist!"
Scarface took a deep breath to calm down.
After a long while, he lowered his voice and said, "Tonight, if you still can't bring him here tonight, go to the garbage treatment plant to report."
After saying that, Scarface signaled to his younger brothers to keep an eye on the people in the room, and then followed the hotel staff downstairs.
The two suspicious figures the staff described were very conspicuous.
Wearing suits and ties, this kind of attire is rare in Root City, especially in this neighborhood.
Because this is the territory of the Skeleton Gang, the suits and leather shoes always make people subconsciously think of corporate people from the coalition government.
In Root City, no one wants to get into trouble with the Skeleton Gang.
When Scarface saw the two of them, they were sitting opposite a guest, asking something.
The guest noticed Scarface's arrival and immediately stood up with a guilty conscience. He hurried out of the hotel without even saying goodbye.
He took over from the customer and sat across from the two of them.
"I heard you were inquiring about the whereabouts of an archaeologist?"
"Yes, have you seen her?"
Song Lan was overjoyed and asked, "Someone saw her coming here."
"Maybe, depending on who you are."
Scarface said ambiguously, "You are private detectives. Were you sent here by the Chamber of Commerce?"
High-risk professions such as private detectives are rare in Root City. As a border city of the oasis, the forces here are mixed, and those who like to explore secrets often die the fastest.
"No, we are her friends. She has been missing for several days. Her family is very concerned about her."
"Heh, friend."
Scarface calmly winked at the hotel staff, who immediately walked to the front desk with understanding, "I hate dishonesty..."
"boom--!"
Scarface responded with a gunshot.
The sound of a gunshot so close at hand made him freeze in place for a while. After about a long while, the severe pain from his knee made him bend down and cover the wound tightly.
Just now, someone shot him in the knee in the Skeleton Gang's territory!
However, an even more unexpected scene appeared for Scarface.
"are you crazy!"
The young man who had just been talking to him jumped up and angrily scolded his partner, "Why did you shoot him?!"
At the moment when the gunfire rang out, Song Lan felt her blood pressure break through the sky.
It's like when you are watching the plot carefully and considering the dialogue, your teammates rush up to the NPC without warning, forcing the two sides to jump directly to the state of war!
"He is not a good person!"
"I know, can't you see that I am trying to solve the problem peacefully through lobbying?"
Scarface's eyes widened.
He opened his mouth, but not even a word came out.
In this situation, he should have dropped the harsh words and told the two men with a grin that they were dead, and that he would make sure that their deaths were long and painful. However, after the two had a dispute, he suddenly realized that he had no idea what he was doing. Can't get a word in.
"Don't worry, I've already thought of a way."
"You are just an assistant, this is not something you should worry about."
"You take a look at this first."
"Nothing" took out a pen from the pocket of his suit in front of Song Lan and Scarface.
Before Scarface could react, the other party pressed his head on the table. He felt the refill of the pen touch his ear, lingering near the eardrum.
"Nothingness" coughed lightly and asked, "I will ask you again now, have you ever met an archaeologist, female, less than 30 years old, with long wavy hair, you only have one chance to answer, otherwise you should Know what I’m going to do with this pen.”
The small theater has two hundred and fifty-five:
Wednesday of a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, afternoon
Before getting off work, Lu Xiang left the counterintelligence department early and came to Song Lan's office. After entering, she closed the door and locked it.
This behavior immediately aroused Song Lan's vigilance. He took off his headphones and his swivel chair subconsciously moved back a few steps.
"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you?"
Lu Xiang noticed his movements and said.
"Hard to say."
In the past week, Song Lan suffered deeply from the dice game, which caused him to have a psychological shadow on this type of game ever since.
"Really, I'm not going to lie to you, I have something serious to do today."
"Okay, just stand over there and say it."
The back of the swivel chair was already pressed against the wall of the office.
"The Council just held a meeting, and next week the crew from Kolo Films will come to various departments to collect materials. They want to make a film that reflects the various departments of the coalition government."
"Okay, I get it."
"I haven't finished speaking yet. The review committee is now very worried about you and the fishing culture you have brought up. They hope that all departments can maintain a good image in the film."
"Um."
"So from now until next week, we will conduct surprise checks on ethics. This time, the punishment for fishing at work will be very high."
"Lao Lu, you'd better say it directly."
Song Lan was so familiar with Lu Xiang that he had already seen through his malicious eyes.
"Okay." Lu Xiang said without hiding it, "Throw 25 points to bribe the ethics inspector, come on!"
