A minute ago, Fog and Nalanga were still fighting Gachu's life and death in the bar.

Meanwhile, on another street also located near the station, Mysda was running back in a hurry with a bucket of ice cream.

He also shoulders the mission of finding ice and returning to Li Qing.

Mysda ran out a small kilometer alone outside the station. Although he could not find the ice cubes, he found a dessert shop with ice cream on the roadside in time.

Ice cream also has the effect of lowering body temperature, which is the life-saving straw they urgently need now.

Time is urgent and cannot be delayed, and Misda has gradually become accustomed to the kind of life that is high and high, coming and going like the wind, and not limited by ordinary people in the past few days.

So, after seeing the ice cream in the store through the window, he ran through the door of the dessert shop without saying a word, then suddenly opened the counter with the astonished gaze of a clerk, carried a bucket of ice cream and disappeared on the street.

Maybe Misda borrowed it too sharply, and no one stopped him when he moved the ice cream.

He was happy to save trouble. The entire transportation process was not spoken or conflicted, and it was over in a few seconds.

Soon, Misda hurriedly ran out half of the street with the bucket of ice cream in his arms.

The ice cream in the bucket was filled with a sweet cold air, which made him feel chilled and finally calmed down:

"It's almost half a kilometer away."

"I can take the ice cream back soon and let everyone enter the station to rescue Li Qing."

With such an urgent mood, the pace at Misda couldn't help but quietly accelerated a little.

And at this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

Then came a shout of anger and affectionate voice:

"stop!"

"You ice cream thief, stop!"

While speaking, a young man chased after him in anger.

"Hmm? Is it an employee of that dessert shop?"

"Ah, it's really troublesome"

Misda frowned tightly, but the running movement did not slow down at all.

Now his first priority is to run back to the train station. He doesn't have the time to deal with the dessert shop clerk whom he caught up with.

So Mista not only did not stop confronting the owner, but instead ran faster and faster like a real thief.

"Bastard! You dirty mouse in the sewer!"

"Don't try to take the ice cream away!"

The man chasing behind him did not retreat as hard as Misda expected.

He even chased after the angry roar, and soon approached not far behind Mista.

Hearing the footsteps behind him that became clearer and closer, Misda finally couldn't run away with peace of mind:

"Just a bucket of ice cream, is it as for the hard work?"

"I've never encountered such a silly mind before."

"Oh, I just took the ice cream so urgently that I forgot to go through the process."

Misda suddenly realized that he had skipped some key steps when borrowing supplies and did not use reasonable communication methods to calm the owner's emotions.

Thinking of this, a little time would be wasted as soon as possible, but in order to save unnecessary trouble, he still stopped as the chaser wished.

"I advise you not to chase after you."

"Human life is at stake, I have urgent needs for this ice cream."

Mista exhorted seriously, shaking the revolver he had just forgotten to take out in the store.

After seeing such persuasive means, most people will not continue to get entangled in a bucket of ice cream.

But what caught Misda off guard was that what he met this time was not an ordinary person, but a fool:

"Gun? Who are you scaring!"

"If you have the guts, you will beat me to death, come on!"

The man walked up to Misda's gun, cursing.

His face was full of recklessness and strength, his voice was full of anger, and he looked like a righteous citizen who refused to compromise with the evil forces.

However, what is very different from this temperament is that he has a dark blue buzz cut that looks very much like a laborer, wearing a pair of black pants, a bright red short jacket, and the color scheme of the top and bottom is very fashionable and dazzling.

In addition, the rivet-covered red shirt was wide open on the cold early spring morning, revealing an extremely trendy cloth strip-shaped hollow vest inside.

The fabric saves no warmth, and it can't stop his eight-pack abs at all.

Just dressed up

As soon as I showed up, I knew that the old substitute messenger was.

But unfortunately, like other stand-in messengers in this world, Mista has never had the ability to distinguish someone else's identities by dressing up.

So, when the man with a buzzing face was aggressive, Mista still regarded him as a dessert shop clerk who chased him all the way to regain his lost property.

"Hey, don't get close!"

Misda shook the gun in her hand, trying hard to pretend to be fierce and fierce, scare people away: "It's just a bucket of ice cream, do you want to save your life for this?"

"Ph!" The man with a buzz cut had a very good acting skills.

He spat at Mista fiercely, and then put on his silly posture:

"The little ghost's hair is not all grown, but he still learns from others robbing with guns?"

"Do you dare to shoot? Don't you know how to shoot?"

"I think there are probably no bullets in your gun!"

The man with a buzz cut approached Misda step by step.

While walking forward, he was still confidently drinking at Misda in the tone of the owner:

"Stop scaring people"

"It's absolutely impossible for me to let you take this bucket of ice cream away!"

"You" Mista is a little overwhelmed.

He really didn't bring any money, and it was not effective to scare people with a gun. Of course, it was absolutely impossible to solve the problem by shooting.

"The money is back and forth for you, don't bother me anymore!"

Misda had no choice but to use words to make excuses while moving and stepping back.

However, seeing him trying to run away, the man with a buzz cut was getting tighter and tighter:

"Let me go back? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Stop, stop for me!"

Using the identity of the angry owner as a cover, the buzz-headed man was getting closer and closer to Misda.

6 meters, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters

"Don't come here!"

Misda shouted loudly, and his fingers subconsciously pulled the trigger:

"I'll shoot when I get closer, really."

He finally realized something was wrong.

Because 2 meters is the attack range of most melee stand-ins.

Although the other party's acting skills are seamless and without any flaws, as an adc with a long and crisp body, Misda instinctively does not want a stranger to approach him.

However, facing the black gun, the man with buzz suddenly sneered:

"Haha, are you willing to act seriously?"

"It's too late!"

At this moment, he completely tore off the disguise of ordinary citizens on himself:

"It's really naive to worry about the lives of ordinary people at such critical moments!"

"If you were smarter and beat all the strangers you were trying to get close to, I wouldn't have such a chance to attack you."

The man with a buzzhead felt a bit ridiculous and unwilling to speak.

The faint unwillingness in the tone seemed to be saying:

The person who can defeat the invincible boss is really the same as described in the intelligence, just this guy who holds the kindness of a woman?

If they had known that these substitutes were average and had such naive personalities, even the little guys could kill their boss, their assassination team should have been brave enough to rebel earlier.

Fortunately, there is still a chance to make up for their previous excessive caution:

"Littlefeet!"
To be continued...