MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 71 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field
It was raining like crazy, Congliang squatted at the intersection, leaning on the streetlight pole that was still devoted to his duties. After waiting for a long time, the car that Cong'an returned had not yet been seen.
Rainy night raincoat, just short of a Japanese sword used to cut the abdomen. Cong Liang leaned against the street light and suddenly laughed without warning.
She always felt that there was a pure man living in her heart, and she was different from other girls even when she was a girl who should have dreamed of spring.
On such a night, what she remembered was not a romantic confession in the rain, but a big news that she had read when she was sixteen or seventeen. She said that there was a pervert who specially carried an old man on a rainy day. Japan stood up to commit crimes, and specially picked up those little girls who were like flowers and jade, and killed them first and then raped them.
Cut open the little girl's body with a war knife, let the intestines overflow with blood and splatter into a river, and then do something inferior to the little girl's corpse, because this pervert will never leave his own children and grandchildren, and almost all the evidence is in the end. It will be washed away by the rain, and because the crime is not dense, and the crime city is very scattered, so this pervert of serial murder and corpse **** has escaped several times. The man, and the blood will be several times stronger under the infection of the heavy rain.
At that time, when Cong Liang read the news, he thought, if she suddenly had peerless martial arts like a martial artist, and this kind of grandson bumped into her hand, she would definitely make him regret it.
So at a good age of sixteen or seventeen, other people's spring boudoir dreams are all kinds of handsome and unrestrained little brothers, and her dreams are full of **** scenes, flying over the eaves and walls to uphold justice, and how to torture all kinds of perverts in a fancy way.
Congliang smiled lightly, she felt that she was still one step away from flying over the eaves and walls, but to talk about peerless martial arts... She lightly pinched the street light pole, stretched her slender arms, and used her fingers a little harder, thick iron The light pole gradually dented two pieces with her finger.
It's true that she has a stunt. If a serial murderer hits her hand at this time, she can make that guy never stand up again.
Cong Liang thought of laughing at himself here, not to mention that such a pervert is hard to come by in a hundred years, and this task world, it is impossible to have—
"Who?!" The smile on Cong Liang's face was instantly put away, and he looked at the dim alley on the left, following the glimpse of the light just now.
One was also wearing a raincoat and rain boots, as well as a peaked cap with a very low brim. The most bizarre thing was that this person was still wearing a mask on the rainy night, and he was called a strict person. At first glance, he was not a normal person. .
Cong Liang's "artisan and daring" didn't see what was going on on the opposite side, so he walked towards the alley. When Li Di entered, he could see her stunned shadow, which was about 1.8 meters tall.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Congliang was not at all afraid of the elders who were about 1.8 meters tall. As he spoke, he leaned forward, his eyes wandering to the ground in the alley, but he did not see the cut-off flower girl who was bleeding into a river. Instead, I saw a house on the second floor in the alley with its windows open - but the lights were not turned on in the house.
This alley is the distance between two buildings. The distance is so narrow that the two buildings are almost "face-to-face". As long as the width of an adult has no problem with his legs, he can go up by pedaling on both sides of the split.
It's crazy to keep the window open in such a heavy rain. In this street, except for people like her who are awkward with Xiaoqing'er, they will just hang around while waiting for the car. Even passing cars are very rare.
"Don't meddle in your own business." The sturdy gangster with a body of about 1.8 meters pressed his voice to threaten, let alone a little girl, even a young man might not want to get into such trouble.
But for Congliang's strength to tear the steel plate with his bare hands, let alone the opponent's 1.8 meters, she is not afraid even if it is 8.1 meters, the system said, her Vigor Potion, before she changed her name, was called Lipushanhe!
Cong Liang saw that this was the scene of her being caught, although it wasn't the **** scene that entangled her throughout her adolescence, the other party didn't have a Japanese sword, and when he got closer, this person didn't smell **** at all, so it shouldn't be a serial criminal. But appearing at such a time and place, it is certain that this person is by no means a good person.
So Congliang became uncontrollably excited. "Here's a stunner", let's do justice to Anliang, let alone when!
"Get out!" The man obviously didn't take Congliang, the "frail" little girl in his eyes. Seeing that Congliang was still leaning forward, he lowered his voice and roared Congliang. The white light flashed, and he even flashed a— kitchen knife.
Congliang was briefly shaken by the man's weapon that couldn't get on the table. She originally planned to confront him, but when she saw Fang Liang's "hugely lethal" weapon, she gave up the upright and very unprofessional one. Body, intending to make a quick decision, squeeze the knee according to the knee, directly crush the kneecap to finish.
It's just that this "one meter eighty" gangster just now, in the short time of Congliang, a "frail" little girl, said, "Damn!" Legs run.
Cong Lianggang squatted down halfway before he stretched out his fingers. The thing that was suddenly thrown by the "tough bandit" hit his face, staggered, and reflexively stretched out his hand - and then looked closely - it was a rain boot .
She was stunned in place for three seconds, which corresponds to the fact that the "tough bandit" ran off her shoes before she could make a move. The dazzling weapon just now, the kitchen knife, was also lying on the ground.
The small alley with one foot deep and one foot shallow, although Congliang is trying to pull the mountains and rivers without losing his head, he can't stand the terrain, the terrain is too complicated, and the other party is obviously a repeat offender. Pushed somewhere, just as he was about to withdraw, he accidentally stepped on the air, and only had time to protect his head, he rolled down the steep **** mellowly.
The raincoat was torn, and the shirt inside was covered with a layer of flesh that was less shaved than the shirt. I don't know what was torn apart, and it finally stopped somewhere. It was bloody, so he reached out and touched it. Although Congliang had eaten the Invincible Blood Bao Huisheng Pill, he didn't feel any pain, but when he touched the flesh on his back, his scalp felt numb.
It's just that her back was scratched open, and before she could scream, a heart-piercing roar came from above her head, "Blood! Dead!"
Cong Liang frightened, sat up and saw that she was stuck on the slope, and at the bottom of the **** steps was the "tough bandit" she chased all the way.
The bandit was blocking it with a raincoat, and tremblingly took out his phone and dialed the 120 ambulance. Before he could speak, he was knocked unconscious by Cong Liang who jumped from the top of his head.
For her, Congliang's back injury is on the same level as a normal person's bald skin. It will be almost self-healing, but the legs and feet of this "tough bandit" are probably inherited from Weizi, the thief is **** fast, Congliang When I was chasing, I didn't even see a cat, but I didn't know why I squatted under the steps and stopped running. He jumped down and smashed onto the "robber" impartially.
When she got up and touched the leg bone of "Han Bandit" with her fingers, she planned to crush it directly, but she happened to see the phone that was talking in the Bandit's hand.
"Hey, this is the emergency center of Qinglin Hospital, may I ask you if you need help—to repeat, this is the emergency center of Qinglin Hospital, may I ask if you need assistance—for your personal safety, I will locate you next, respectfully. Please understand-"
"Hey," Cong Liang took off the hand that was pinched on the leg bone of "The Bandit" and answered the phone, "No, it was my son who accidentally made the wrong call, I'm sorry."
It is a miracle that a phone that has been flooded with a broken screen can still maintain a call. Congliang, who had passed out, patted on the phone and sighed sincerely, "If your conscience is still alive, I'll keep your leg."
Congliang stuffed the phone back into the pocket of the "tough bandit", only to find out that something was wrong with the "tough bandit".
When Congliang saw the person from the beginning to the end, he couldn't help laughing and laughing. What kind of "tough bandit" is this? No wonder this person just ran away with his shoes. This person doesn't know how to disguise as 1.8 meters. This may mean that everything has run away. The old man's trousers are half empty. He straightened up and looked, and his physique was a little shorter than hers! .
Congliang threw the man on her shoulders, carried her lightly on her shoulders and walked back. When she groped back to the intersection she had agreed to with An, the rain had stopped, and the street was silent only with the traffic lights changing responsibly, even a passing person. She doesn't have a car, let alone her good brother Cong An.
I thought I came and saw no one and left again. Congliang's raincoat hung on his body like a piece of rag, and the places that could get wet or not were soaked through. He took out his mobile phone and saw that the screen was fine, but he couldn't squeeze it. Liang, angrily threw it in the trash can on the side of the road, and the next time I buy it, I will definitely buy a copycat.
It was already dawn when Congliang walked two intersections and took a taxi straight to the police station, carrying her person, and handing over the "tough bandit" who had been knocked unconscious by her to the police uncle.
Cong Liang called Cong An to report safety, and tied the torn raincoat on his body to cover his back, and cooperated with the police uncle to take a transcript to describe the image of this "tough bandit" dressed up. The police uncle called a few times and was excited. Tap her shoulder straight.
"Thanks to you, this is a habitual thief, and his anti-reconnaissance ability is particularly strong. According to the information the police have, he is a man of about 1.8 meters. If you hadn't crashed it, we don't know how many detours we would have to take to catch him. …”
Cong Liang stared at the "robber" being handcuffed, dragged him into the room, and suddenly asked, "Does he have a record of injuring someone?"
The police uncle was taken aback. "That's not true." The uncle of the policeman said that he made a gesture, "I tell you, this thief is interesting. He never uses gold and silver jewelry when burglarizing, but only takes some cash from the owner. He once entered the house of an old couple. , the aunt of that family put tens of thousands of money under the bed, but the thief found it, but only took a few hundred yuan..."
Congliang raised her lips silently. It was only natural that a thief would be caught, but after she laughed and cooperated with the police record, she omitted the reason why she caught the thief. When she came down, the thief called 120 for her, and she was smashing it under the ground. She saw that the person was dressed in a wrong way, and she had a kitchen knife in her pocket before sending it to the police station.
Although this person has a lot of old cases, Congliang can't change what he says, but she feels that this person is not helpless, at least he has a "life-saving grace" for her.
After the handover was over, it was already morning. Congliang had tossed around all night. The police uncle found her a police uniform and put it on to block her back. She kindly took her for breakfast, saying that she would follow up with her superiors after all investigations were concluded. Fight for it and give her an award for bravery. It is estimated that she was moved by a little girl who came to the police with a big man on her shoulders.
"It's okay to be rewarded for being righteous and brave." Cong Liang waved his hand, "I'll order some soy milk fritters, I'm really hungry."
Cong Liang followed the police uncle to the back to wash up. When he came back, he sat on the small table in the corner with soy milk fritters and took a bite. He almost sprayed.
"I'm here to pick up someone." A clear and juvenile voice, Cong Liang buried his head in the fritters and listened carefully to the person who came.
"Xiao Ling," Jiang Yin said, "the burglary that was cancelled some time ago, today is the day of release."
"Show me your ID card."
Jiang Yin handed over the ID card, and the police uncle looked at him, "You are not yet eighteen, what is your relationship with her?"
"I'm her brother." Jiang Yin said.
"You can't do this, you have to call her guardian." The police uncle pointed to the stool at the table, "You wait here," he said, pulling out a folder and finding the phone number of Xiao Ling's guardian, but called for a long time without people answer.
Even from such a distance from Zangliang, he could see that Jiang Yin was angry. Xiao Ling's adoptive parents had not been here for a long time, and this call was not answered for a long time. No time for a day or two.
Although Jiang Yin was so angry that he wanted to rush to the other end of the phone and slap the old woman a few times, he still had no choice but to discuss not letting him go today and letting him meet.
Congliang nibbled the fried dough sticks slowly, and after a while, a little girl with a ponytail was brought out from the room. Congliang saw Jiang Yin stand up. arms.
Then the little hooligan who only knew how to move the head of the lower body with her, raised his hand very gently and touched the head of the little girl in his arms to reassure, and Cong Liang silently checked one, two, three, four and five... The two hugged for nearly a minute and still didn't means to loosen.
Congliang knew that this little girl was Jiang Yin’s childhood sweetheart and little bell, and her face was facing Congliang’s side, with sharp chin and big eyes, and two lines of clear water stains on her face. Damn it, the four words "chuchu pitiful" are vividly and vividly interpreted.
Cong Liang took a bite of the fried dough sticks, squeezed the soy milk that had not been opened before, and thought 88 in his heart, which is really a **** lucky number. .
Cong Liang silently sneered and choked the last piece of fried dough sticks in, stood up and walked two steps, throwing the unopened box of soy milk at Jiang Yin's head.
A box of soy milk that was still hot but didn't hurt anyone exploded on top of Jiang Yin's head, and sprinkled his little bell again.
"Ah..." the girl screamed.
"Who the **** is looking for..." Jiang Yin looked at Congliang with a dark face in a large police uniform in astonishment. Not only did he choke his voice back when he scolded someone, but the first reaction when he came back to his senses was to put the man in his arms in his arms. The girl who was still screaming was thrown out at the speed of light.
"Hmph." Cong Liang snorted coldly, and he knew why she was angry.
With a dark face, he picked up the mop in the corner and walked in front of Jiang Yin. Jiang Yin didn't care to wipe the soy milk on his face, nor to think about why this woman was here, still wearing a police uniform.
Seeing Congliang coming with a mop, I felt that the scene of being "cleaned up" last night came up again. It was so painful and refreshing. When I climbed to the top, the two gasps in my ears seemed to be just now, and my face turned red with a "swoosh". The hands are straight, the memory of being held the lifeblood is too deep, the legs are weak, and it is not easy to speak.
"Sister, elder sister... No, then, I... I, I didn't..." Jiang Yin stammered to explain but didn't know how to explain it.
Congliang came over with the mop, didn't look at Jiang Yin, didn't wait for the police uncle to speak, and said first, "Sorry uncle, he looked at me, I thought he was going to drink, I threw it to him and he didn't catch it, don't move. I'll clean it up."
"Do you know?" The police uncle asked suspiciously.
"This is my brother, and there is my sister," Cong Liang said. "I was the one who accompanied Xiao Lingdang to negotiate the withdrawal of the case. It was not you, but a fat uncle who was on duty."
Cong Liang said that he drew a circle with his hand and gestured.
"Is it your brother and sister?" The police uncle obviously didn't believe it.
"Yes, yes," Congliang dragged the ground diligently. When passing by Jiang Yin, he slapped Jiang Yin's foot fiercely, staggered him, was supported by the small bell, and looked back from Liangyin's face. Yin quickly shook off the little bell's hand.
"Uncle," Congliang shook his head and said, "To tell you the truth, we all came out of an orphanage, and the children are ignorant. At that time, it was also to save my other brother's life that he touched her adoptive mother's jewelry and money. We paid it off last time, and the other party promised not to pursue it, so I will definitely educate me when I go back."
Cong Liang opened his eyes and made up nonsense, "Her adoptive mother wants to retire her, so it's impossible for her to come to pick her up. You see, you can accommodate her and let it go today."
The policeman looked at the innocent Congliang who was still wearing a police uniform and smiled. He was silent for a while, and finally nodded, but the procedure was still normal, and he needed Congliang's ID card.
This would be replaced by embarrassment. She looked back at Jiang Yin. It was a gamble, just betting on how much Jiang Yin's heart, liver and lungs were hanging on her now.
If his identity is revealed, as long as it's not true love, no man is willing to ask for a bitch, not to mention the fact that he is still in a coma with a severed finger and can't run away, so he has to be a **** in the juvenile control center.
Jiang Yin was at a loss when he was stared at by Cong Liang. After last night, he knew that this woman turned her face erratically faster than a dog. No matter how young he was, he was still a man. Men have a sense of territory. Once this happened, as long as the woman looked at him now, he felt that his territory had been violated, and the hairs on the back of his spine exploded.
Jiang Yin almost jumped up when she saw it, and couldn't help laughing. If she still couldn't win, she wouldn't have to work hard in her life.
Her mobile phone was dead, so she took the call from the police station and called Cong An, asking her brother to help her get her ID card. Cong Liang raised his eyebrows deliberately while waiting, leaned back on the chair, and pursed his lips in full aura. Looking at Jiang Yin and his little bell, one of them was red and the other was miserable.
About half an hour later, Cong An finally delivered his ID card. Just as soon as he entered the house, except for Cong Liang jumping up in the room, the uncle of the police took out his gun.
I saw Cong'an's neck and waist, a white snake with the thickness of an adult's arm coiled around it. The white snake's head was resting on Cong'an's shoulder, hissing a letter, and Cong's walking was extremely stiff, obviously forced.
Congliang rubbed his teeth and poked the system in his head, the system turned its vertical pupils towards her, hissed and spit out a letter, and then the huge snake head got into Cong'an's clothes along the collar of Cong'an's neck, showing obvious passive resistance .
Congliang wiped her face, took the ID card, and quickly sent Cong Anhe to the outside car to wait. After she handed over to the police uncle and signed the letter, she glanced at the information and saw that "Little Bell" was **** up. Eighteen, a few months older than Jiang Yin.
No wonder she will be detained for stealing things. Her feelings are similar to that of her family. Although she looks very tender, the washboard seems to have not grown open. Compared with her plump and red, she is green and wild. At the fruit level, it was only when Liang Yi saw that she still moved to Jiang Yin's side unintentionally or unintentionally. Jiang Yin didn't mean to be disgusted. He leaned forward, and his subconscious protective gesture caused an unnamed fire.
Damn, she takes care of this "little sister", and she always wants to use a "knife" and a "gun" in front of her "eldest sister". What's the reason? !
After Congliang signed the letter, he threw a release certificate given by the police uncle on Jiang Yin's face, with her name on it. He watched the two of them leaning against each other unconsciously, and they were ruthlessly angry. Gouging out Jiang Yin, he turned around and walked out the door.
After a few steps, there was a soft and tender voice behind him, "Alas! Wait a minute." It was obvious that he was calling for Congliang.
Cong Liangzhi wanted to say alas, motherfucker, but when he thought that Jiang Yin still cared about that little girl, he forcibly held back and asked with a sullen face, "Who are you? Are you polite?"
The little bell gave her a fierce attack, and then retracted behind Jiang Yin. Cong Liang was about to break out ten thousand words of mother selling criticism.
"Thank you." Little Bell huddled behind Jiang Yin and said in a muffled voice.
Cong Liang's half of his feet was **** into the car, and he heard this sentence and pulled it out again, where is the "muffled sound"? The face is stuffed on the back of her man? !
Cong Liang took a few steps and grabbed Jiang Yin's arm and swung it forward. Sure enough, the little bell was standing behind him. Jiang Yin's arm was about to be folded. He looked at Cong Liang for unknown reasons. However, he raised it up to look at Jiang Yin's head, but this time he didn't do anything.
Of course, she knew why Jiang Yin and this little bell were so close and why they huddled together subconsciously. In the seventeen years that Cong Liang had not been able to participate, these two people should have been dependent on each other.
Jiang Yin got angry when he saw this woman raised her hand and was about to start a fight with him. What the **** is this donkey temper? He didn't know how to provoke him. !
So he stalked his neck and faced Congliang. Although he had seen Congliang's powerful strength and his arm would have been pinched, he was still resentful like a cockfight.
The hand raised by Cong Liang finally touched the back of Jiang Yin's head. At the gate of the police station, she stood at the bottom of the steps, and Jiang Yin stood on the top of the steps. Man's bow sucked Jiang Yin's lower lip into his mouth.
After a few seconds of effort, Jiang Yin's whole body turned red, and he put his hands on Congliang's shoulders, obviously wanting to push him. This street is still in front of the police station. It feels like a lot of people are watching, which is outrageous!
But his fingers involuntarily sank into Cong Liang's curly hair, and even the fingertips were covered with powder.
The author has something to say: Jiang Yin: What happened to you? Why are you so angry!
Cong Liang: You held her for 88 seconds!
Jiang Yin: …
System: Ouch, you are still holding Cong'an in the middle of the night, only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light the lights...
Do you think I have the potential to break the text _(:з"∠)_
