"???"
Before the photographer had time to think about the meaning of Lu Chen's words, he felt a hint of coldness on his neck.
Something sharp was pressed against his throat.
A deep voice came from his ears.
"do not move!"
Liu Dali put a switchblade against the photographer's neck and kept pulling the photographer back, trying to distance himself from Lu Chen.
The photographer hadn't figured out what was going on at this time. Even though he had become a hostage, he didn't panic at all.
He sneered and threatened Liu Dali behind him:
"Stop working in vain. I have the protection of Bodhisattva. Don't talk about you. Even if black and white come, you have to hand me a cigarette before leaving!"
"Do you think you can hurt me?"
Looking at the photographer's very confident look, Liu Dali felt a little shaken at the moment.
But it was only for a moment, and he shook his head suddenly.
He looked at the two people in front of him with a somewhat enlightened look on his face.
Liu Dali was previously curious as to why Lu Chen was not afraid of him at all. He had been a fanatical follower of some kind of cult for a long time.
Do you think that by worshiping the Bodhisattva you can get the protection of the Bodhisattva?
Thinking of this, Liu Dali no longer felt that Lu Chen, who was full of evil aura in front of him, was so scary.
The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but laugh out loud when looking at such a dramatic scene.
[(laughing and crying) Hahaha! It made me laugh so hard that the photographer rushed in and was kidnapped! 】
[(covers mouth and laughs) It’s obviously a very dangerous thing, but why is it so funny when a photographer comes over! 】
[By the way, is that thing a human or a ghost? How can anyone use a Swiss switchblade? 】
【……】
Lu Chen helplessly held his forehead, looked at the arrogant photographer in front of him, and reminded weakly:
"San'er, have you ever seen a ghost who wanted to kill people and used a Swiss switchblade?"
Hearing this, the photographer who had been shouting just now was suddenly stunned.
Then he slowly looked down with a gloomy expression, and sure enough, he found a sharp and shimmering switchblade pressed against his neck.
Photographer: "Σ(°△°|||)︴"
"Brother, you don't want to say that this is not a ghost..."
The photographer looked towards Lu Chen with a difficult expression.
Lu Chen nodded helplessly. He now understood deeply what it means not to be afraid of opponents who are like gods, but to be afraid of teams that are like pigs.
If the photographer hadn't suddenly rushed out and was caught by Liu Dali.
With his own strength, it is only right that the battle is over now.
Lu Chen took a deep breath, looked at the photographer firmly, and tightened his grip on the brick a little harder.
"San'er! Just go ahead with peace of mind!"
"Since you want to be a hero for a second, I will definitely help you!"
Before the photographer could reply, Lu Chen clenched the bricks as if to rush towards Liu Dali.
Hearing Lu Chen leave the photographer so simply, Liu Dali was stunned for a moment.
He looked at Lu Chen and then at the photographer holding a knife, his mind filled with doubts.
The photographers all rushed in to help Lu Chen. Logically speaking, the relationship between the two should be very close, right?
But now that Lu Chen has given up on being a photographer so simply, it seems like there is some hatred between the two of them for killing their father and seizing their wife.
But knowing that the two of them were just cultists, Liu Dali didn't pay attention to Lu Chen who was rushing towards him.
With a ferocious smile on his face, he dodged Lu Chen's brick sideways, then swung the switchblade against the photographer's neck and stabbed Lu Chen.
There was no splash of blood as he had imagined, but instead it was like seeing air.
The blade, which shone with cold light, only pierced Lu Chen's sleeve.
Lu Chen took advantage of this gap to pull the photographer out of Liu Dali's arms and rescued the photographer.
After failing to hit the target, Liu Dali wanted to pursue him, but he felt as if he was being targeted by some ancient beast.
The sense of crisis cultivated by walking on the edge of life and death for many years made him retreat backwards like a conditioned reflex.
He put some distance between himself and the two of them, and then looked at them warily.
"Who are you?"
On the other side, Jiangnan City Police Station.
The director was sitting in the lounge with a melancholy look on his face, just about to close his eyes and rest for a while.
The door to the lounge was violently opened.
The captain looked excited and shouted towards the director:
"Zhang Ju! Liu Dali has been found!"
"Where? Where is this guy hiding?"
Director Zhang almost jumped out of his chair with excitement and hurriedly asked the captain in front of him.
"This guy is very cunning. He is hiding in that abandoned cemetery in the suburbs. I have already sent police officers to that cemetery!"
Listening to the captain's report, Director Zhang immediately felt relieved.
The joy on his face almost overflowed, and he patted the captain's shoulder hard and said:
"Okay! Just find it. I didn't expect this person to be hiding in the cemetery. It seems that the police officer responsible for the search this time is very responsible!"
The captain looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head.
"That one was not found by our police officers..."
Before the captain finished speaking, Zhang Ju's expression suddenly changed.
"What? Didn't our police officers find it?"
"That is an A-level serial murderer, the principal culprit in many vicious criminal cases, and a retired mercenary from abroad. If others encounter him, he will definitely be in danger!"
Director Zhang is well aware of the dangers of Liu Dali. Even if a trained police officer encounters him without any equipment, it will probably be a disaster, let alone ordinary people.
The captain looked at the gloomy Zhang Jue, stood beside him and comforted:
"It was discovered by the previous anchor who caught the human trafficker. I guess his name is Lu Chen? That young man is quite skilled. He shouldn't have much of a problem with self-protection."
Director Zhang nodded, and now he can only hope that the colleagues sent to arrest him will arrive at the scene in time.
Hearing Lu Chen's name again, Director Zhang showed a happy expression on his face and couldn't help but praise:
"There is a lack of young people with such a spirit of helping others. Look at the last time he arrested human traffickers and crashed the taxi he used to make a living. This time he gave us another clue about Liu Dali!"
"If all these young people are responsible, why should the country be rich and strong?"
"In addition to the reward last time, this time I have to pay out of my own pocket to give him an extra bonus and prepare a car for me. I want to thank him in person!"
Zhang Ju showed a pleased smile on his lips, admiring Lu Chen very much.
But after he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again.
Out of his usual professional habits, he frowned and curiously asked the captain:
"What's he doing in the cemetery?"
Even for a host, it's too strange to go to an abandoned cemetery in the middle of the night, right?
The captain scratched his head. He was not sure, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone:
"I heard that he went to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva this afternoon."
"I want to use the protection of the Bodhisattva to let the black and white impermanence smoke for him."
Zhang Ju: "..."
The corners of Zhang Ju's mouth twitched, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
At this time, the captain on the side spoke up.
"Well, Director, are you still paying him the bonus out of your own pocket?"
The director sighed helplessly, as if he had aged more than ten years for a moment.
"I'll give him more. I hope he can go to the hospital to have his brain checked..."
He couldn't figure out how anyone in this world could be so outrageous.
Want to use the protection of Bodhisattva to let black and white impermanence smoke for him?
Why doesn't he go directly to see the Lord of Hell?
(End of chapter)
