48 Hours a Day

By the time the coffee man arrived, he had been surrounded by a crowded journalist outside the parking lot.

“Move aside, move aside, let the families of the victims in first.” The cafe man raised the cordon as he spoke.

At this point, a blonde policeman who maintained order next to him came and stopped him.

“Sorry, you are not allowed in here. ”

“I really don't want to do this, because I used to despise people like that when I saw novels and movies, but you have to admit, it's kind of cool to do this once in a while.” Coffee man coughed lightly, then straight, “Who's the chief of your door? Let him see me. ”

The policewoman frowned, "Sir, if you make any further fuss, I will arrest you according to the law. ”

“I bet you won't, because in half an hour your phone will ring, and then your director will let me in.” The coffee man smiled.

The blonde policewoman should have just graduated from the academy, her heart was still full of blood, the words of the coffee man gave her quite a stimulus, one hand had been pressed against the handcuffs on her waist, and she infarcted her neck, “No, the law is sacred and inviolable. ”

“I like the way you mean it when you say that.” Coffee for men.

His voice had just fallen on the blonde policewoman's phone and the latter looked at the phone number and her face changed slightly. When she answered the phone, her face turned worse.

The coffeeman noticed that the blonde policeman had tried to argue several times in the process, but it had not succeeded and that she should have said something so harsh that she was still sucking her nose as she walked over and seemed uncomfortable.

“As I said, the world does not work in the right way for the vast majority of the time, unfortunately, but that is the reality. ”

The coffee man had seen Vincent rushing to the parking lot first, and the middle-aged man next to him, who was a bit fat, was supposed to be the chief of the police station, and they came this way together, but Vincent made a slight gesture.

Afterwards, she said to the little policewoman, “Justice and evil are just two camps. There is no essential difference. It is ultimately decided whether you win or whether you are strong or weak. No matter which camp you choose, you cannot implement your beliefs without being strong. ”

The little policewoman's face was filled with thoughts.

The coffee man smiled softly and turned to Vincent and the director on the other side.

Vincent still had no expression on his face, faintly, “I didn't know you had a passion for being a mentor in life. ”

“I'm free,” said the coffee man. “How about that? Did my buddy hang up? ”

“No, but she's not badly injured and is undergoing treatment downstairs. ”

“Tsk, that woman is amazing, the rpg rocket can't even kill her.” I don't know if it's admiration or sadness in the voice of a coffee man, "he said," it's a monster just like me. Come on, let's go down. ”

…………

The parking lot was negative on the second floor, the redness was closing her eyes in the ambulance, her left shoulder was seriously injured, her shoulder blade was shattered, the doctor had just helped her bend her right hand into a 90-degree index finger and little thumb reset before the coffee man arrived, in addition to her leg was fixed.

The coffee man wandered to the ambulance, “Wow, that's not our lonely knight, you don't look good. ”

“If you want to kill me at this time and take the props from me, you can try it.” Reddish and faint.

“Tsk, you seem to have misunderstood something.” Coffeeman sits across from the red, "I'm not a homicidal maniac, killing those players just because they're too weak, only to help and refuse to obey, always thinking about the last loot, but you're different. ”

Coffee man goes on, “You and I, we're all chosen people, we're special, these boring appetizers are almost over in the first period, the meals are about to be served on the table, the proxy war is about to end, there are strong people left behind, the lone wolves can't survive, admit it, you need company, I need company, we're like... uh, like soy milk and oil bars. ”

“You'd better die. I wouldn't choose you, even if I were to choose a companion.” Crimson.

“Why, my single row has won eighteen straight times, and this time it will be the nineteenth time, you will find someone as good as me.” The coffee man glared at his eyes.

“Don't be too confident, your eighteenth straight win may end this round. ”

“Huh?” Coffee man raised his eyebrows and seemed to finally get some interest, “Come on, tell me who the guy you're dealing with, how many people, how strong is he? ”

Red closed his eyes and leaned his head against the compartment, “There's only one person I'm dealing with, I can't see his age, the guy has a strong knife technique, he's initially estimated to have reached lv3, he's practiced for at least a decade, and he has a lot of experience in the field, he should have killed a lot of people, but there's no anger in the knife, no, the guy's emotions have been stable, almost nothing fluctuating. ”

“Pure skill level repression instead of relying on props like you?” Coffee men also have some unexpected stories, like the discovery of a giant panda, "Ah, is there a psychopath in the world who spends more than a decade practicing knives? There will be a lot more gain from practicing shooting this time. ”

“I thought so before I met him again, but I was not his opponent when I held the March Moon Sect close.” Crimson Red, her voice had just fallen, and a person responsible for cleaning up the scene came over with a truncated blade of joy, yelling, “Found it, we found what you wanted. ”

But when he ran halfway down, he tripped under his feet with crushed stones, his body leaned forward, and the next moment he had a wound on his hand, bleeding like a bet.

“Careful, the knife is good.” Red cautioned, taking over the half-cutting blade with the hand that could still move, flashing a heartbreaking color in his eyes, carefully closing the half-cutting blade.

“I finally got a little excited when you said that.” Coffee men don't surprise, “I thought it was another flat push, but I didn't expect to get some extra fun. ”

Red seems a little confused, "Aren't you busy finding an alliance for the proxy war that followed, the guy is not weak, why don't you just choose him as an ally. ”

“You have to admit, having a heterosexual teammate is always more exciting than having a homosexual teammate.” Coffee men's stall.

“...” crimson lazy ignored him, half later said, “I abstained from this copy, play with yourself, I will offset the punishment with a mission failure-free card. ”

“Come on, there's me. Try to win once in a while. Maybe you'll like it.” The coffee man laughed.