Chapter 667

Two hours after the explosion in the laboratory, at eight o'clock in the evening, the Mingjiang high-speed railway station was brightly lit.

In a place three kilometers away from the high-speed rail, in a somewhat narrow alley to be demolished, a fashionable woman was dragging a yellow suitcase forward.

She is not small, at least 1.75 meters tall, although she doesn't wear high heels, she is still tall, with a strong nose and very exotic.

With her leather shoes on her feet, she walked along the potholes without hurries, and the luggage she was dragging made a clicking sound, which was very clear in this dark night.

The alley is surrounded by big words, the walls are thin, the ground is rough, and the smell of moldy is spreading, which is indescribable.

Compared with the bustling high-speed rail station, this alley is really shabby and barren.

"Wow!"

Just as the fashionable woman's vision was reflected in the lights of the high-speed rail station, a dark shadow jumped in front of her without warning, extremely fast and with a stern wind.

The fashionable woman's face instinctively tightened, and when she lifted her left hand, a white light flashed, and the black shadow screamed, breaking into two and falling from the air.

In the alley, a touch of blood was flowing, the fashionable woman looked down, a stray kitten with a mouse in her mouth.

"Suspicious..."

The fashionable woman murmured in English: "But in half an hour, when I get to the high-speed rail station and leave the boundary of Mingjiang, I will be completely free."

Thinking of this, she leaped over the stray cat with a suitcase, and wanted to arrive at the high-speed rail station early and leave Mingjiang.

"Wow!"

Just as she cautiously jumped away from the dead cat's body, her body suddenly stopped, and then she turned and pressed against the wall.

A broken word on the wall was completely stuck to her back.

At almost the same moment, her vision increased by two people, blocking her path one after another.

One with bare gold teeth dangling a cigarette, the other with his mutilated left hand hanging down, silent but tall and straight.

The two seem to be not burly, but they create a sense of danger for fashionable women, and they are very strong.

Some things do not require words or distinguish between enemies and friends. Just looking at the pose is enough to explain everything.

Han Qinhu, can't help.

"Who are you? If it was robbed, I have five thousand dollars in my wallet. Take it."

The fashionable woman glanced at the two and snorted: "I won't call the police either. Everyone should be friends."

While speaking, she took out a purse from her body, took out a stack of banknotes, rolled and flicked it, and landed at the foot of the person in front: "Let me go."

Han Qinhu ignored her, just took out the lighter, lit the cigarette with a slap, and then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "Not enough."

"not enough?"

The corner of the fashionable woman’s lips moved a bit: "What else do you want? Robbery? I'm old and yellow, assaulting me, and serving more than ten years in jail, which is not worthwhile."

"It's better to take the money to ask a few young girls to vent."

She said coldly: "If you feel that 5,000 yuan is not enough, take my necklace, at least you can sell it for 100,000, which is enough for you to enjoy."

She took off the necklace from her neck again, and slammed it down at the other's feet: "You get a hundred thousand dollars. The police don't pay attention to it. You made a lot of money."

At the same time, she looked at the surrounding environment sharply, trying to find a breakthrough and rush out.

However, although there were only two people blocking the front and back, and the alley was enough for four or five people to pass through at the same time, the fashionable women felt that there was no gap.

She subconsciously glanced at the two-meter brick wall on the opposite side, wondering if she would turn over and retreat.

The figure of the fashionable woman shook twice, but the way was still blocked. The guy with the cigarette in his mouth slowly spouted a puff of smoke, which was another two words:

"not enough……"

The fashionable woman yelled: "One hundred thousand is not enough? What do you want?"

She dragged the box with her left hand, lowered her right hand, and slid a shot in her palm, preparing to shoot two people and leave the place of right and wrong early.

Han Qinhu gave a little finger and smiled: "Leave the box..."

The pretty face of the fashionable woman changed completely, and her right hand suddenly raised her gun: "Go to death--"

The gun was pointed at Han Qinhu.

"Zi!"

Before the trigger was pulled, the fashionable woman heard a harsh rubbing sound in her ears, but the two people who weren't blocking them rushed towards him.

The huge danger caused the fashionable woman's hair to explode, and in the next second, she felt the wall behind her shake.

The fashionable woman looked like frost and tried to avoid it, but found it was too late. The brick wall cracked with a bang, and the word ‘demolition’ fell apart.

The earth is shaking.

A huge figure wrapped in masonry, like a train, hit her back hard.

The fashionable woman had no time to evade, and the whole figure flew out like a broken kite. The next second, she collided with the opposite wall.

Battered.

Then, she landed on the opposite wall again, and her guns and suitcases fell from her palms, very embarrassed.

Too overbearing, too fierce, too inhuman.

The fashionable woman is hemoptysis, the kind of hemoptysis that she can't breathe, she feels that she has been smashed into a piece of meatloaf.

All the scenes she saw were beating little stars.

The aching fashionable woman ignored the blood on her face, biting her red lips and looking at the guy who broke through the wall.

"It's a bit late, but the time is just right..."

In the dust of the misty sight, the dinosaur looked like a beast out of the jungle, casually patted the dust on the shoulder, and then looked at the fashionable woman with a smile:

"Dr. Murong, good evening."

The dinosaurs seem harmless to humans and animals, but standing there with their huge physique, they have a wild beast-like pressure: "Ye Shao asked me to greet you."

The corners of the fashionable woman's lips moved, and then she yelled, "What Dr. Murong? I don't know, you have admitted the wrong person."

"And I have never seen you."

She wanted to touch the firearm, but was stared at by the cannibal hand with cold eyes. She didn't dare to move: "You are going to kill and rob and just say that it is too shameless to wear a hat."

"We really haven't met."

Han Qinhu came up from behind, and a smoke ring spouted out of his mouth: "Even if you have seen Dr. Murong in the photo, you are still a man of Eastern outline."

"Although I don't like your pretending to be crazy, but I have to admit that your disguise skills are first-rate."

"You killed the real Dr. Murong, peeled off the human skin on her face, and transplanted it to your own face, so that you can control every move of Lin Chenxue."

Dr. Murong's face tightened: "What are you talking about? I don't know what you mean?"

Despite her denial, her eyelids jumped up, with a shock that was hard to conceal.

"Your plan can be described as seamless, from internal monitoring and even participating in project development, allowing you to take the medicine more calmly than other forces."

Han Qinhu shot the soot: "Facts have proved that you can do it easily, and you should do it the first time."

"After you leave the laboratory in an explosion and chaos, tear off the human skin mask on your face, restore your original identity, and you can leave in a big swing."

"Dr. Murong, I have to say, your abacus is so good, you can move forward and retreat freely, ordinary people can't guess how you play."

There was a trace of sympathy on his face: "It's a pity, you met our big brother, the treasure of life."

Dr. Murong said in a low voice: "Ye Tianlong?"