The pain!

There was severe pain in the shoulder.

The hand on the face, like the iron pliers, caught the white city.

For a moment, Bai Jincheng felt that his shoulder blades were all to be crushed.

Great power came from behind.

The white city fell back and fell to the ground.

For a moment, I saw the ceiling.

No stars, no moon, only a "deep black" night sky into the eyes.

It was as if a huge cloud had covered the entire sky.

“What are you doing?”

The voice of the faithful came from the top of the head.

White City saw his upside-down face.

“What are you doing on the balcony, dying!”

Zhang Zhong said to the White City.

“The balcony?”

Bai Jincheng struggled to stand up, looking around with some confusion.

He found himself on a large terrace.

And from where he fell, without falling, he seemed to be standing on the stone-barried.

A little further forward –

The next day, there will be a news report of "Jincheng Group Director Falling to Death".

The cold wind blows in the middle of the night.

This time, it didn’t feel suffocating.

But let Bai Jincheng find its own cold sweat, and the back is completely drenched.

"You don't follow White Night to see your son's missing screen, how to run here?"

Zhang Zhong asked.

“I’ve got a cigarette.”

The chief of the white city grew out of breath, wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, "and then went back."

“Go back?”The face of loyalty did not believe.

"Yes, at least I thought I was back."Bai Jincheng wiped a face and said, "Go, let's go as we say, this is not simple, to make it clear with the white night."

If the day is normal disappearance or death.

White Jincheng love son heart, resulting in mental conditions problems, hallucinations.

Nor is it said not to pass.

But is the situation so simple now?

White Jincheng is not stupid, nor is it old and confused, and will surely realize that things are wrong.

Only fools can take things like a small accident and let it go.

The two quickly came to the door of the office, and Bai Jincheng screwed the door handle, but found that the door could not be pushed open.

A little bit of effort, still.

“Locked up?”

Zhang Zhong asked behind.

“Hmm.”

Bai Jincheng patted the door twice, and put his ear to the door, without hearing any sound.

There was no response inside either.

The same cold as before rose from the back.

Fortunately, this time, there is no feeling that the eyes are locked and the body is bound.

He took two steps back and kicked it off.

The door was blown.

But it doesn't move.

Fortunately, such a sound, at least can let the people inside can hear.

After a while, the closed door had no meaning to open.

The White City took another foot.

This time it was harder.

The general door was also enough for him to kick open - after all, he had practiced martial arts, and the strength of Baijin City was not small.

Unfortunately, this is the night group's foreign trade headquarters building, the door of the president's office.

Don't talk about White City.

It is the strongest master on the earth, and it will not leave any traces on the face.

C4 explosives are not allowed to explode.

After kicking the three feet, the door was not moving, and the smooth surface did not leave a trace.

“No!”

“No!”

White Jincheng looked very anxious, "How can the white night not react!"

It is not clear how strong the white night is.

But in the official evaluation, even if the white night pile of black technology goods like Doraemon props.

It doesn’t matter the power of the night group.

The single white night itself is a human-shaped self-departmental nuclear bomb - the largest equivalent.

He could not have been unresponsive in the room, and let Baijin City kick the door outside.

Unless something happens to you on a white night.

Huge fear, like a silent hand, seized the heart of the White Jincheng.

“Calm down, calm down!”

Bai Jincheng patted his face hard twice, trying to calm himself down, he turned around, "Zhang Bureau——"

Halfway through, he stopped.

Because since then, Zhang Zhong, who has been standing behind him, has disappeared.

White City turned to look around.

It was an empty aisle, with the ceiling and the lights one, emitting a bright, soft light.

You can see the end of the road at a glance.

There was a wall where there was a fire window that was blocked in half.

A man with his back to the White City.

The sound of broken glass came.

The man turned around, holding a fire-autonxe in his hand, and walked over this way.

White City is a bit of a mess.

Was there a fire window?

He didn’t seem impressed.

Counted.

Inside the domestic fire window, fire extinguishers are generally placed, or connected fire pipes and rolled water pipes.

used to extinguish the fire.

There will be no such weapon as a fire ax.

Zhang Zhong, who was holding a fire axe, with a smile on his face, was coming this way.

The shoes stepped on the ground, and the sound of footsteps formed a echo through the aisle, clear and audible.

Under the hands, one hand on the chest, one hand on the lower belly.

The fire axe was placed on the chest by Zhang Zhong with a standard end of the gun, giving a strong sense of ceremony.

"I've found a good thing to try."

Zhang Zhong said as he walked along.

Bai Jincheng was a little relieved, this guy, scared him.

Bai Jincheng stepped back a few steps, leaning against the wall behind him to make room for Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong quickly walked to the front door and took a light breath.

The fire of the hand rose.

A strong to the limit of palsy felt, almost into a substantial angina.

Following instinct and intuition, Baijin City is fiercely low.

They almost threw themselves to the ground.

The whistling axe passed overhead, and many blooded hair fell to the ground.

Bai Jincheng felt a pinch of pain coming from the top of his head.

Obviously, I didn’t completely avoid the axe.

Blood is flowing.

It is not a serious injury, it is a broken skin.

Looks very serious.

No matter what, Baijin City rolled on the ground, stood up and stayed away from Zhang Zhong.

For a moment, he remembered.

He did not hear Zhang Zhong leave and go to the footsteps of the fire axe.

Things are weird.

He is still in danger!

“Dad.”

The familiar voice passed into the ear, and the white city of calm looked at Zhang Zhong.

No, there is no loyalty in front of you anymore.

It is a blood man with blood all over his body.

The face was covered with tremple wounds, and in many places the bones were so deep that they could hardly see their faces.

A short axe "set" in the head.

White City almost forgot to breathe.

Can't see the face, but how can he not be familiar with the body of the day?

The clothes that were stained red with blood can barely see the original color and style.

It was the day of the disappearance of the day, the clothes worn during the live broadcast.

“Why didn’t you save me?”

During the day, Ming Ming held a fire axe in his hand and rushed to Baijin City.

With the sound of his growling, the face wound widened, tearing almost its entire face.

The skin fell, and it was stepped into a dirty "mud" by one foot during the day.

Bai Jincheng looked at the axe that raised his hand during the day and fell toward his head.

I forgot to resist and I forgot to hide.

The feeling of crisis has completely disappeared.

In fact, the White City even opened its arms.

The old face of tears, as if to welcome the long-lost child home.

"What?"It's fun to play."

At this moment, a voice came from the top of the head.

The axe stopped at the head of Baijin City, and the cold touch had come, and it carried a little sting.

The daytime light-eyed movement loomed.

The torn head also solidified, as if it had been suspended in the film.

The white city suddenly realized, took a step back, and began to gasp.

It was as if a person who was drowning suddenly breathed fresh air.

He looked up, and his head was no longer a soft “ceiling lamp.”

It is a strong black, in this black.

A pair of huge eyes appeared, and the indifferent and sneer eyes slowly swept through.

Everything around me, including the daylight, is like a mirror that has been thrown to the ground.

Underneath his eyes, it was broken.

At the foot of the white city, it fell into the abyss.

The body trembled, and there was a sudden feeling of waking up.

The White City saw the white night standing in front of itself.

"Uncle, you have a nightmare."

The eyes of the white city, like the eyes of the white city.