The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 430 Poison and crime [7]

Shen Lang smiled lightly, then got up and said, "If that's the case, I won't bother you. You should have a good rest."

Mr. Fucheng stared at her with deep eyes and left.

Shen Lang left the house, walked through the long corridor, scanned around, and then walked to a hidden corner.

Push aside the thick and green branches, revealing a secret door inside.

The door seemed to be buried in the ground, and there were damp and dark marks on the surrounding walls. The door was stained with rust, and there were a few dark red stars.

——This is the drug den.

I don't know whether to say that Fucheng is too confident or too careless. Although it is buried deep here, as long as you pay attention, you can still find it easily.

She took out a hard magnetic card from her bag and inserted it into something, with a "click", the door swung open——

She wanted to lift her foot to go in, but the next second, she had to stop.

Yoyo slowly raised one hand and turned around.

"Mr. Fucheng."

Fu Chengcheng stood behind her, stared at her dangerously, and said with a sinister smile: "I knew you were not simple, so it turns out—you really have ghosts."

There were many people standing beside him, all wearing robes with national characteristics of country W and walking on wooden shoes. —Dozens of black guns pointed at her.

Shen Lang shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly, and said in a tone of regret: "Hey, we could live in peace..."

Fucheng squinted his eyes and sneered: "I'm safe and sound? Are you being too naive and stupid in thinking?"

Shen Lang slowly took out a gun from his bag, and threw it on the ground under Fu Cheng's gloomy gaze.Pointing to the gun, he smiled and said, "Maybe we can have a good talk."

Fucheng groaned, and then laughed angrily: "Are you trying to delay the time?"

"You know, killing me won't do you any good." Shen Lang spread his hands, "Of course, it might make you happier."

Fucheng stared at her and said: "...you are right. I want to get other values ​​from you."

Shen Lang smiled, approached slowly, and said softly in a low and treacherous tone: "Then why can't we have a good talk? Maybe we can reach an agreement... Maybe. But before that, you should let your partner Let's put the guns down."

Her voice has a natural sweetness, and it is as light as a feather, making it difficult to understand.Anyone who listens to her can't help but be convinced.

Fucheng looked at her deeply, waved his hands, and signaled the people behind him to put down their guns: "I have shown my sincerity, what about yours?"

"Oh——" She nodded casually, took out a gun from her bag, and quickly pulled out another gun, aiming it directly at Fu Cheng's forehead.

Fucheng's face remained unchanged, but the people behind him were shocked when they saw this, and they all raised their guns to point at her.

The two sides confronted each other, and no one lost the wind.

Shen Lang smiled and said: "Mr. Fucheng, I have also shown my sincerity." As he said that, he pulled the trigger with his thin white fingertips, and there was a "click" -- an empty sound.

"No bullets." She said with a smile, not in a hurry.

Only then did Fucheng soften his face, and said in a low voice, "You can put..."

You can put the gun down.

However, before he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth became stiff suddenly, his pupils kept dilated, and he stared at the softly smiling woman in front of him.

"What's the matter?" She smiled, and withdrew her hand—a sharp dagger was held in that tender hand, the white knife went in—the red knife came out.

The dagger was pulled out slowly, and the blood flowed out with a slow and ruthless energy.

Scarlet blood flowed from the corner of Fucheng's mouth.

He was stabbed into the heart by Shen Lang, killing him with one blow.

Fucheng didn't even have time to show his painful expression, his face contorted for a moment, and then he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)