Heitao ran very fast, looking back at Wang Lang from time to time, and every time he looked back, he found that Wang Lang followed slowly behind his butt. Moreover, Wang Lang's route was very strange. After running for a long time, Heitao was surprised to find that every place where Wang Lang ran was basically blind spots in the vision of passers-by.

He was extremely shocked. When he thought of provoking such a plague god for money, Heitao had cursed Huang Huihong and his son 18,000 times in his heart.

One in front and one behind, they finally ran to the edge of the city.

Next to a nursing home, Heitao turned around and fired another shot at Wang Lang, leaving only the last bullet in the magazine.

Heitao looked at Wang Lang, who was expressionless not far away.

Turning back and climbing over the wall, jumping directly into the nursing home.

Wang Lang lit a cigarette, took out his Apple phone, turned on the camera function and scanned the nursing home. There were many red dots and yellow dots on the screen of the phone.

If you look closely, you will be surprised to find that the red dots are all people, while the yellow dots are the surveillance cameras inside.

After taking a deep breath of cigarette, Wang Lang held the cigarette with his fingers, flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt flew out and hit the camera, which shook violently.

When he flew over the wall, Wang Lang reached out and pressed the camera and opened his mouth and sprayed smoke. The smoke in front of the camera was covered. Wang Lang disappeared in an instant. When the smoke dissipated, Wang Lang had already reached a place that the camera could not see.

Heitao hid in an elderly activity room, turned around and found that Wang Lang was not chasing him, and then secretly ran towards a place.

Finally, I touched the water room. There was an old room behind the water room. The iron door was covered with rusty and covered with green moss.

Heitao looked around and stood there, fumbled on the wall, and finally reached out to touch a rectangular touchpad. With the slight sound of opening the door, a dark hole appeared under Heitao's feet.

Hei Tao jumped in and then recovered as before, without any traces.

Wang Lang jumped out of the roof, took out his phone and scanned the place where Heitao had just unlocked with his palm prints. The hole that Heitao jumped opened again. Wang Lang looked at it with his phone, confirmed Heitao's location, and installed his phone and jumped down.

It was dark inside, and it was a steep slope going down.

With his head tilted, Wang Lang's ears moved and he heard the sound of bullets loading inside.

When I walked forward against the wall and reached the innermost point, there was a not-so-large basement, with all kinds of guns and various instruments hanging on the walls.

Wang Lang stuck to the passage, shook his wrist, and pinched three black cards in his hand. With a casual hand, the black cards flew out.

A muffled groan followed by a burst of rapid gunfire.

Bullets splashed and the dirt flew on both sides of the passage. Wang Lang stepped back against the wall, and threw out a black card again.

He took out the remaining half of the cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, lit it, sucked it hard, and all the cigarette burned directly to the root, reached out to wipe it on his mouth, and Wang Lang sprinkled all the cigarette butts out.

Dada dada...

Another fierce gunfire.

Counting the bullet count, when Heitao changed the magazine, Wang Lang opened his mouth and squirted it, and smoke filled his body, as if he had thrown a smoke bomb.

Dada dada...

Hei Tao, who looked crazy, held the submachine gun and fired another wave of fire at the smoke. When the bullet was fired and changed the magazine, a figure shot out of the smoke.

Heitao pulled out his pistol and was about to shoot. He drew the gun quickly, but Wang Lang was faster.

He reached out and patted Heitao's eyebrows. Blood was overflowing from the middle of Heitao's eyebrows, and he slowly fell down with his eyes open.

Pull out a black card from Heitao's eyebrows. Wang Lang swung it casually, and the black card was turned around in the basement for a week. All the cards that had flew out before flew back.

He looked around expressionlessly and saw that this place should be Heitao’s secret stronghold. It looked pretty good. He raised his legs and hooked a paraglider folding skeleton on the table next to him. I have to say that Hong Tao is also a technical talent. He just doesn’t put his mind on the ground.

I was thinking about how to deal with the corpse, but now it seems that I don’t need to think about it at all. This is the best tomb for Hong Tao.

Finally, he pulled out a thorn stuck in his heart. Wang Lang took out his ears and walked outside. When he was about to reach the door, Wang Lang's ears moved, and there were many messy steps outside. There were about a dozen people.

Returning to the basement, Wang Lang searched everywhere, wanting to see if there were any other exits.

I took out my phone and looked at it, and found that it was already eleven o'clock noon.

I had promised Hu Xiaojun to send him to school this afternoon, but it seemed that there was no chance.

After a pause, Wang Lang called Tian Lingling's phone number.

After a while, the phone was connected, and the sound of cooking came from over there. Before Wang Lang could say anything, Tian Lingling took the lead and said, "Where are you? The meal is cooked soon, come back and have a meal."

Wang Lang was stunned for a moment, "I am not in Linghe City now, and I can't go back for a while. I want you to help me."

Tian Lingling paused for a moment, "What are you doing?"

"Xiaojun is at home, can you make a lunch?"

"It's done for him."

"Can you help me with what Xiaojun went to the new school in the afternoon?" Wang Lang said again.

Tian Lingling nodded obediently, "I'll go in the afternoon."

The voice was very soft, and Wang Lang felt itchy in his heart.

"Then when will you come back?" Tian Lingling asked.

"Before darkness," Wang Lang said.

"I'll put the meal in the refrigerator for you. I'll go home early to heat you up." Tian Lingling said softly.

Wang Lang smiled, "Thank you."

After saying a few casual words, Wang Lang hung up the phone, his ears moved, and the sound of footsteps outside was still there.

Without finding other passages, Wang Lang began to appreciate the things on the walls, with a wide variety of small weapons, which seemed to be designed by Heitao himself.

If he had known this person was so talented, Wang Lang would not have killed him and kept it for the production of things. At that time, he would build a factory in the desert, mass-produce and transport finished goods to the few leaders in the underground world who reselled this thing would definitely make a lot of money.

While enjoying it, it sounded in my hand. Wang Lang took it out and found that it was Lin Yaqi who had not been in contact for several days.

After a pause, Wang Lang adjusted his phone to vibrate and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

After a while of shock, no one answered the call and hung up the phone. Wang Lang thought it was over, but he didn't expect the call came again immediately.

It completely means a fatal series of calls.

After a total of ten, Lin Yaqi stopped fighting.

After a few minutes, the phone vibrated twice. Wang Lang took out his phone and took a look, and found that it was a text message sent by Lin Yaqi.
Chapter completed!