Under One Person: Lifting the Ball to Soar

In order to make others aware of their own dangers, Brother Xiao was very candid about his little hobby.

Clarinet nodded in understanding, and deeply experienced what it meant to be a "mentally ill person with broad thinking"...

Abnormal thoughts are indeed abnormal! .

He looked down at Pujiezai, then up at Xiao Zizai, not knowing who to sympathize with for a moment, and kept sucking his teeth:

"Sorry to disturb your meal, the company needs to interrogate a living person for information..."

Clarinet kicked the ground under his feet and asked doubtfully:

"Come to think of it, you beat this guy half to death, so you're at least half full."

Brother Xiao's eyes suddenly turned sad:

"Do you think it would be more satisfying for a hungry person to have the meat in his mouth taken away before he could chew it?"

After hearing this, the clarinet player slapped his forehead:

"Okay, there's a problem with our division of labor. Let's switch to me doing the open work and you doing the dark work. I'll be in charge of the action, and Lao Xiao, you'll be the lead.

I see that you have excellent physical skills, so hiding should be no problem, right?"

"I have hunted many people. Lurking is a basic skill for a hunter, but it won't work." Xiao Zizai shook his head and refused:

"It's impossible for me to control my murderous intent in the dark while watching you feasting on your food."

The clarinet was negotiating helplessly:

"How about you hold on a little longer, Lao Xiao?"

Xiao Zizai spread his hands and said with a chuckle:

"It doesn't matter. Work is important. It's more satisfying to hold it in for a long time and then release it all at once."

Hearing the confidence in his colleague's words, Clarinet felt relieved and nodded with satisfaction:

"Okay, let's do this for now. When you really can't bear it anymore, Lao Xiao, you can do something else. I'll pretend I didn't see it then."

As he said this, he grabbed the unconscious hip-hop alien and carried him on his shoulder.

"Thank you." Xiao Zizai and Hei Guaner walked out of the abandoned building together.

As they walked, Xiao Zi couldn't help but say:

"The patient on your shoulder has all his ribs broken. Carrying him will only aggravate the injury."

Black Tube: "Don't worry, no one will die."

After walking a few more steps, Xiao Zizai couldn't help but say again:

"Let me help you carry this man."

"No need." Clarinet refused decisively.

Xiao Zizai: "I have always had a regret."

Clarinet: "What's your regret?"

Xiao Zizai: "In all these years, I have killed all kinds of people, men, women, beautiful, ugly, old, young, and even children..."

Clarinet: "Yo! You don't even let minors go!"

Xiao Zizai: "Good and evil have nothing to do with age, children can also commit notorious evil deeds, and underage people with immature values ​​who embark on evil paths often cause terrible consequences that even adults are amazed by.

But a bad child who is evil enough to be ruined is a rare delicacy that is hard to come by, and I have only tasted it once.

The wonderful taste still makes me linger on it.

Speaking of which, one of our targets for this [Sarajevo Operation], the thief saint Lu Liang, is not yet an adult. I hope I have a chance to relive my old dream..."

Clarinet: "I don't know how to complain about this!"

Xiao Zizai: "Ah... Although I have sent many patients away, I have never met someone like me. If I could kill another person like me, that would be the most delicious thing!"

Clarinet: "Your fellow patients must have died very unsteadily."

Xiao Zizai: "Sorry, every time I think about the good memories in my life, I forget everything else. By the way, where was I talking about?"

Clarinet: "You have one regret... Don't get so close to me, you dangerous pervert!"

Xiao Zizai: "Hey... I haven't had sex with foreigners yet."

Clarinet: "Now that you are in Europe this time, with so many years of experience in foreign missions, I have a feeling that you will be able to greatly expand your menu and eat a lot."

Xiao Zizai: "I'll borrow your good words."

The two of them walked out of the abandoned building complex, talking to each other. The vehicles that had received the news and rushed to receive the spoils were parked outside the building...

……

Italy, the fashionable, romantic and artistic city of Milan.

A large shopping mall with a gaming area on the third underground floor.

Amid the colorful lights, various game consoles are lined up in rows.

This is a paradise for young people, filled with excited and energetic shouts and the intense and dynamic sound effects of electronic games.

In this dim yet bright environment, there is an out-of-place figure.

A middle-aged yellow man about fifty years old, short and thin, with a bitter face, cautious, and looks like his back is bent by the burden of life.

What was even more bizarre was that a beautiful blonde woman, whose dress and appearance made it difficult to tell whether she was a man or a woman, was intimately holding the arm of a middle-aged man who was a head shorter than her.

This strange combination attracted a lot of attention.

Old Meng kept sighing. Even this middle-aged worker who had always been hardworking and could be called a role model for cattle and horses could not help but complain:

"Qiu'er, are we a little too high-profile?"

Wang Zhenqiu leaned on Lao Meng's thin shoulder and said with a smile:

"We have already disguised ourselves very well! There will be no problem!"

Wang Zhenqiu looked very sharp and punk in his leather jacket and jeans.

Lao Meng also changed his old-fashioned outfit as a social animal. He wore a loose sports-style red T-shirt with a devil pattern on the upper body, flared pants with a gold chain on the lower body, and a black baseball cap embroidered with the word "Money" in gold on his head. He looked very happy.

But even with such trendy outfit, it couldn't hide the bitter aura that Lao Meng exuded from the inside out.

The combination of the listless Old Meng and the overly lively Wang Zhenqiu seemed extremely weird.

Wang Zhenqiu cares a lot about his beauty and is proud of it, but he never cares about his clothes.

Because he felt that with my natural beauty, even if I dressed like a beggar it would not diminish my charm.

However, Wang Zhenqiu has a very good aesthetic sense and excellent taste in clothes.

Lao Meng's contrasting outfit came from his suggestion.

Although Lao Meng clearly realized that he was basically out of step with the trends of young people and knew nothing about fashion, he was fooled by Wang Zhenqiu and followed his advice.

If you accept that you should dress like a nobody when you go to a trendy place like a game hall.

But Lao Meng is not a fool after all. After a few days of contact, he has a good understanding of the character of this young colleague next to him. He said helplessly:

"Qiu'er, you are teasing me."

Wang Zhenqiu blinked his bright eyes and said coquettishly:

"I think it's fun to carry out missions in disguise like this!"

For a middle-aged social animal like Lao Meng who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, no matter how he acts like a spoiled child or a masochist, it doesn't work. He violently shakes off Wang Zhen's arm that was grabbing his ball!

Even an honest person can get angry. Wang Zhenqiu has gone too far!

If it was an insult or criticism, Lao Meng could just smile and let it go, but this bastard actually made fun of the mission!

Do you know that if the task is not completed, it will affect the bonus?

Lao Meng said angrily:

"Qiu'er, as long as you don't do anything out of line, I'll listen to you, but don't mess with me!"

Wang Zhenqiu is the biggest problem child among the temporary workers. Now he is abroad. The leaders are afraid that he will let himself go even more and cause trouble, so they have to send someone who can keep the situation under control to follow him at all times.

Such a heavy burden fell on the head of the super honest man Lao Meng.

In fact, Lao Meng felt very sorry. It would be great if he could partner up with Chen Duo. He hadn't spoken to her for so many days.

Lao Meng really wants to hear Chen Duo talk about her current life in person...

But when he thought about how Hao Yi had stuffed him with a big red envelope and begged him to watch the game carefully with a big smile on his face, Lao Meng's resentment disappeared...

Wang Zhenqiu leaned on Lao Meng again, and his actions became more intimate:

"Okay, okay, let's start hunting."

Then Wang Zhen started playing football all over the game hall, and Lao Meng followed behind him and was responsible for inserting coins, just like a standard ATM...

……

Wang Zhenqiu was dancing seductively in front of the dance machine, while Lao Meng was standing beside her and watching her obediently.

Originally, it was not difficult for Lao Meng to pretend to be a piece of wood, but the ball would occasionally hit him with a flying eye...

Facing Wang Zhenqiu's Wink, Lao Meng can remain as still as a mountain.

But this slutty look is enough to attract any playboy who is dominated by his lower body.

Three white guys, as strong as bears, with pig-like faces, slowly came over.

The bald guy in the lead was the most muscular, and had the most gangster-like temperament. His ferocious, ugly face covered with fat was tattooed with strange, evil runes.

Bang!

The bald man smashed his fist on the dance machine, and the huge machine shook:

"are you alone?"

Wang Zhenqiu glanced at Old Meng who was standing like a statue next to him, and then looked back and forth at the bald guy's bulging muscles with loving eyes, with an obsessed look.

The two younger brothers surrounded Lao Meng on the left and right, glaring at him threateningly. Lao Meng showed his fear just right.

The bald guy asked with a lecherous look:

"Who is that old man to you?"