"Okay, your friend got it wrong, what should I do now?" Meng Xue looked at Zhao Lingjun with her flashing eyes that could discharge. "It is obvious that there is no ancient Chinese research here. You can't help your friend anymore. Otherwise, you can take me to your dormitory in the afternoon to see your kitten?"

"Since it is the Ancient Cultural Relics Research Association, maybe someone understands ancient characters." Zhao Lingjun was obviously furious and actually directly rejected Meng Xue's powerful proposal.

However, Meng Xue was not angry this time, but instead smiled and said, "Okay, let's go up and see if there are any perverted figures practicing in this ancient artifact."

"Robbery, robbery. The man stands on the left, the woman stands on the right, and the shemale stands in the middle."

Just as Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue were about to go to the ancient cultural relics research association to try their luck, Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue heard such a shout.

Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue looked at each other and saw the four guys who were like crosstalk actors. They had long stockings on their heads at some point, and they couldn't even see their faces. In their hands, they were holding black guns of varying lengths, looking fierce and ferocious.

The originally noisy square suddenly fell into a dead silence, and everyone seemed to have been instantly petrified. They stopped their hands and looked blankly at the four guys who were originally wearing sunglasses but now wearing long stockings.

Then there was a burst of laughter.

Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue couldn't help but smile at each other. How could this be possible?

Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue couldn't help but want to come forward and ask these four people, and ask them if a boss called for crosstalk and something to create the atmosphere.

When Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue were thinking this way, someone could not help but step forward to ask Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue.

"Haha, who did you call for acting? Are the stockings on your heads? Are they used by women or brand new?" The middle-aged man who walked up to ask these four people was the stall owner who had just come forward to inquire about the ancient Chinese literature research association.

The stall owner looked so happy that he was the shape of these four guys of different heights, fatness and skinnyness. When he asked, he couldn't help but go forward to touch the gun in the fat man's hand to see if it was true.

"Haha." Another burst of laughter broke out from the crowd around.

"Haha." The fat man in the lead also smiled at the middle-aged man, not answering his question, but it did not stop the middle-aged man from touching the gun in his hand.

"Your prop gun is quite real." The middle-aged man touched the gun in the fat man's hand, which was a little strange.

"Yes?" The fat man laughed, suddenly pulled the gun out of the middle-aged man's hand, and then pulled the trigger into the middle-aged man's thigh.

"Yes, where did you buy it..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, everyone present heard a loud bang in the fat man's hand, and the middle-aged man was knocked on his leg with a huge hammer, and he took a step back and fell down. Then everyone saw a stream of blood like a fountain emerge from the middle-aged man's legs.

The middle-aged man only had time to let out a pig-killing scream and even rolled his eyes and fainted before he could cover his legs.

Everyone, including Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue, was stunned.

"Haha, who else would like to try if our gun is real?" The fat man wearing long stockings on his head still smiled, but at this time, none of the people present thought these four people were ridiculous.

A few seconds later, the women first let out a few shrill screams, which were even more than Hao Meili's screams that day.

Everyone at the scene woke up from these screams.

"I didn't expect these people to be really robbers." Such thoughts flashed in the minds of Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue. The entire Qili Lane was like a blowout, and it suddenly became messy.

After making a shrill scream, the women ran towards the gate of Qili Lane like they were pulling an alarm firetruck.

Many people all the time remembered to call the police. But before these people could take out their cell phones, they heard a few low "dongdong" sounds.

The sound is as low and powerful as someone slapped a ball on your ceiling at night.

But as soon as Zhao Lingjun heard these dong dong sounds, he saw a bright blood mist suddenly appear on the backs of several women running out. Then these women rushed forward like kites with broken strings, fell to the ground, and then there was no sound again.

Zhao Lingjun felt a chill all over his body, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his body. When he turned around, he only saw the fat man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, holding a strange-shaped gun with a scope, looking at the fallen women coldly, as if he was not looking at a few people, but a few ants.

The audience fell into silence again, and a few timid people fell to the ground with their legs weak and fainted.

"My record is hitting three moving objects in one second. And under my gun, there is never any survivor." The thin man looked at everyone with a expressionless face. "If anyone doesn't believe it, you can try it."

Many people just took out their cell phones and were about to call the police secretly, but they froze immediately when they heard the thin man's words and didn't even dare to move.

Although the dress of these four people still looks so funny, now no one dares to doubt whether what these people are saying is true.

The smell of blood floating in the air and the shocking blood holes on the backs of several women who were lying not far from Qili Lane are the best answers.

Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue were also like falling into an ice cave, their brains were blank.

Even the most fierce bandit on TV was not as cruel as the four people in front of them. Such thoughts were lingering in the hearts of all the people present.

"I'll say it again. The man stands on our left, the woman stands on the right, and the shemale stands in the middle." The fat man's face covered in stockings still had a kind smile. He seemed to be just greeting everyone politely.

But the fat man finished speaking. Everyone moved.

Before Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue could react, they found that everyone had already divided into three piles.

Except for Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue, all the men were already standing on the left in front of Fatty and the others, while all the women were already standing on the right in front of Fatty and the others.

"Oh, it's you, fellow villager." The fat man seemed quite surprised that someone didn't move, but when he looked, he immediately found that Zhao Lingjun and Meng Xue were not moving.
Chapter completed!