In a fearful night of killing, blood will dye the sky red, demons will dye the sky red, demons will dance, resentful souls will stand up from the pile of skeletons, evil creatures worship the moon at the altar, Liao Xuebing stepped on the corpses all over the ground and walked into the dark abyss...

With Lao Liao's pressure, smoke began to spread in the conference room, and the two factions were fighting verbally. You blame me, I criticize your sins. Everyone has more or less cooperative relationships with others. Although they are secret enemies, even Cao Shengchao and Bei Shixiang have a contract in banking business. Each of them is dissatisfied with each other or conflicts of interest, and the sharing of spoils is uneven. They all come to the table. You slap a table, I kick a chair, and it's a noisy thing.

Luo Naihua and Zhou Liming, two relatively good friends, began to scold. "Why did the batch of accessories you Machinery Industry Group give me last time have an additional 5% surcharge?" "The oil price has risen, and the manufacturing cost has also risen. What can I do? If you have any objections, Mr. Dou of the Oil Group will be fine." "**, that's your business, why should I ask others?"

The more you talk, the more you become, the more you become, the more you escalate, and the more you move to personal attacks, "You kid actually put Liao Xuebing's bet, it's really not a thing!" Are you the same? Then what are you?"

Cao Shengchao called the helicopter on standby on the roof: "Take off immediately and monitor Liao Xuebing's whereabouts throughout the journey."

Bei Shixiang said: "Old Cao, what do you mean?"

"I just observe his hunting progress, adjust the odds of the bet at any time, and never interfere! You see, Long Er's phone is thrown here, can I still send messages? So what if I just treat it as a movie? Didn't you also enjoy the life-and-death battle in Shura just now?"

Everyone expressed interest in the progress, stopped quarrels, computers were put on the desktop, fan postures, and prepared to watch the live broadcast.

Five helicopters rose on the roofs of five buildings near Jiaxiang Casino and began to search everywhere. The infrared high-speed cameras installed on the plane sent a clear image to the conference room. They saw only the brightly lit night view of Zhonghai City. After half an hour, the surveillance personnel sent an accurate and affirmative message: "Liao Xuebing has lost his trace."

Turning around a street, there were more pedestrians and the road began to be lively.

Lao Liao spat hard: "A group of big fools will wait for the result, I will go home and take Xiao Lanluo to sleep."

He stopped a taxi, and the driver rolled down the window and looked at him, couldn't help but shrink his neck, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, brother, I'm rushing to pick up people, you can wait for the next one," he stepped on the accelerator and left like flying.

"Strange. Why is the attitude not very friendly?" Old Liao scratched his head. He hadn't waited for the next taxi for a long time, so he wandered his hands and wandered along the street.

"Ah!" An old lady wearing a candied haws dressed in a blue cloth dress fell down and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. The old lady was about to thank him, but when she saw his face, she screamed again and hurriedly retreated. At this time, Lao Liao found that pedestrians on the street saw him and retreated one after another, which was really confusing.

After passing the shop window, he looked at the reflective glass for a moment, and he was startled: "Damn it, why is my face so swollen? I'd better not go home for the time being, otherwise Xiao Lan Luo would have to scold me to death."

I walked past the household appliance store and placed several color TV samples in the street. After power on, I was playing TV programs. One of the color TVs was displayed. The program was just recorded by China Overseas TV Entertainment Channel. The press conference of the crew of "Fengqiao" was probably missing recently. The reception was not cut at the reception site. It started with Xiong Fei being hit by a leather shoe. At the end, Miss Bingyu and Director Sun answered questions from reporters. The press conference seat was always filled with screams, which was a noun: "Cousin!"

Lao Liao stopped to watch, and it was broadcasting to Murong Bingyu's place. The beautiful and generous female star said to the reporter coldly: "I will act as it writes the script. As for my cousin, there is nothing to tell me."

I couldn't help but shake my head: "This cousin is just me. It seems that the singer is not willing to act with me. What kind of tricks did she have? Death of a woman is really troublesome."

Sitting down a stone chair on the street, lit a cigarette and sucking the clouds and mists. A one-yuan coin drew a parabola and fell half a foot below his feet.

"Oh, it's so pitiful." The money was thrown by a lady with a child.

The child held his mother's hand and asked in confusion: "Mom, why did you give him money when he is dressed so well?"

"Child," the lady said earnestly: "There are many well-dressed beggars in the world who are unwilling to give up their dignity, but they are forced to do nothing about life. Look at the beggar just now, who has been beaten to the top and has no money to see a doctor. Isn't it explained? You have to learn to sympathize with others."

Liao Xuebing was so amused that he leaned over to pick up the coins: "You can buy a bun of melon seeds and chew them."

The loudspeaker in the conference room made a sound: "Report, the No. 4 machine found the traces of Liao Xuebing."

"Okay, please switch to Channel 4."

Because the image was not very clear when taken at a height of hundreds of meters, everyone could only see pedestrians like ants on the street. The commentary of the shooting came: "Liao Xuebing appeared on Ningwang Street with a coordinate of 4568,8572. In order to paralyze the vigilance of the prey, he seemed to have disguised himself as a beggar. He was very successful, and there was no trace of prey around him. Well, Liao Xuebing walked into a nearby retail store..."

"It has not been out yet, the target is lost."

"What are he playing with? Have you found prey?"

"The report, there is no one yet, and the two people have strong tracing and anti-tracing capabilities."

Luo Naihua asked: "It is better to send facial troops to monitor them in real time. What's the use of listening to the information that the helicopter can't find people every ten minutes."

Cao Shengchao considered Bei Shixiang's position and did not agree in person. Liao Xuebing treated the prey action completely as a game, but Cao's sect regarded it as the first important showdown after the separation of the two factions. Not only did it help Long Er escape the robbery, but it also planned to send someone to kill Lao Liao during this stimulation process. Cao Shengchao understood very well that Liao Xuebing was the spiritual pillar of Bei Shixiang's faction. As long as this guy died, others were not worth worrying about.

He didn't move his upper body, and he held the Heshui brand cigarette that Lao Liao forced to him with his right hand. Lao Cao felt that the cigarette really smelled a little. He lowered his left hand, bent his thumb, middle finger, and ring finger, making strange gestures when others could not notice it.

The service staff of the tea and water delivery site were long ago bribed. Seeing this gesture, he remained silent. After leaving, he immediately reported to Wu Ming, the adjutant of the war preparedness of Cao Shengchao, who was trusted by Cao Shengchao. Wu Ming understood and gave orders to several elites: "Go immediately and provide help to Long Er when others are not aware of it. Choose the two of them to fight to kill Liao Xuebing appropriately. Be sure to keep your identity confidential and not arouse others' suspicion."

Liao Xuebing bought a small bag of five-spice melon seeds for one dollar, and then lay down on the sofa in the store and slept soundly. The owner was an obese middle-aged woman. Seeing this, she cursed and said it was unlucky. This was a grocery nightclub, which usually closed at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night. No matter how she scolded her, she was not in a hurry to drive out people.

The stimulant gradually disappeared and began to produce side effects. Liao Xuebing was extremely tired, his brain was drowsy and painful, his face was pale and scary, his blood pressure decreased, and he fainted.

The temperature became lower at night, the store did not install air conditioners, and after using a large dose and double stimulant, Liao Xuebing couldn't stand it even if he was so energetic that he was so strong that he felt cold in his limbs and sweated wildly. The fat store owner muttered: "Don't die with me, no, you have to ask the thief to throw him out.

Seeing him curled up and trembling, he murmured, "Xiao Lanluo, the teacher will go home soon..." The fat shop owner felt that this person was really pitiful again. He pressed his thoughts and moved his heart to hide. He found a thin blanket to cover him, and said coldly: "You are only allowed to sleep until twelve o'clock here. If you don't leave, I will drive people away."

Liao Xuebing regained his mind, opened his eyes, his mouth and tongue were dry, his lips were bursting, and he wrapped his blanket tightly and smiled hard: "Okay, I will leave at twelve o'clock, thank you." After saying that, he felt tired again and fell asleep.

The night was getting heavier and fewer pedestrians were getting less and less. The quiet street seemed to be full of dangers. The fat shop owner yawned and covered his mouth and said to himself: "Ah... it's so sleepy. It seems that there are no customers. The weather is so cold. It's better to close the door and go to bed early."

I stood up and stretched. I wanted to kick the sofa and call Lao Liao, but when I saw that he was sleeping soundly, I couldn't bear to disturb him, "You just sleep here tonight, there is nothing valuable in the store anyway."

At this time, three young men got into the store. When they saw the owner, they immediately smiled and said, "Fatty, my buddies are going to have a few drinks of Lele and borrow some money to spend."

Several people seemed to be simple, and a trace of anger flashed in the fat shop owner's eyes. Then he held back, took out the key and opened the drawer to take out a few large-denomination banknotes and stuffed them, saying, "I'm not doing well this month, there are only so many, go quickly, I'm going to close the door." The young man grabbed the banknotes and shook them, making a clear and crisp sound, verifying the authenticity, and said impatiently: "You are so few of us beggars? OK, okay, that's all, we'll collect more this time next month."

The fat shop owner muttered: "A few people who killed thousands of swords will die well!"

The young men were about to leave, and after hearing this, they all looked firm and said angrily: "Fatty, are you not convinced by taking you a few bad money?" A tall man in the middle kicked over the mobile glass counter at the door of the store, and with a "slam", it was particularly harsh on the quiet street, with broken glass and retail cigarettes scattered all over the floor.

The fat shop said in panic: "Hey, hey, you guys have something to say, don't do it."

A thin figure ran out from behind the store, waving a wooden stick to sweep at several hooligans who were charging protection fees and were still cheating.

"Husband!" exclaimed the fat shop owner.

After a few seconds of being a hero, the thin wooden stick came to someone else's hand and rolled to the ground, and was stomped by three strong young men.

"Go ahead, dare you to mess with our Ning Wang Sanbiao?" The gangster who was in charge of the head shouted while stepping on it, very rampant. "Ha..." Suddenly, his laughter was like a rooster who was half-catched by his neck, becoming dull and ugly.

As soon as the fat shop owner Ding Qing fell asleep, the hooligan was hanging in the air, his feet half a foot away from the ground, a thick palm tightly pinched his face, and lifted the man weighing more than 140 pounds with one hand. The hooligan kicked and struggled desperately. The owner of the hand was the sick man lying on the sofa just now, and his eyes were filled with light!
Chapter completed!