Doomsday Rebirth: The villain is forced to be whitewashed

Chapter 13
Shi Yan glanced at Shang Jinglan who was leaning beside him, and he didn't feel embarrassed about squandering his money, but said casually: "I can only say that I am in a happy mood."

"What makes you happy."

"What can make you, a person who wears Buddhist beads, is dedicated to goodness, and has a peaceful six senses, enter and exit such a place?"

She asked this very casually.

Shang Jinglan paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "Liugen Qingjing is not considered, I am still far away from becoming a monk." He asked the security guard to bring two glasses of wine.

Shi Yan glanced at his pale and coquettish profile, said nothing, and took the wine he ordered.

And the person the bartender signaled to just now said very unconvinced: "She didn't even look back at me!"

Beside him was a man dressed casually but with a cold expression.

The man ignored his complaints, he held the wine glass with his knuckle fingers, his light gray eyes were pale, his fortitude and sternness were incompatible with the noise around him.

The more Xia Siyuan thought about it, the more unwilling he became, he put down his glass with a slap. "No, she must not have seen my peerless beauty, I have to let her know what regret is!"

Gu Lincheng did not stop his friend who wanted to humiliate himself.

It's a pity that as soon as Xia Siyuan got up, the girl started chatting with a man who was more beautiful than him, and it seemed that they had a good chat.

Xia Siyuan, who retreated when he knew the difficulty, turned to say with great loyalty: "No, I'm here to accompany you to relax, how can I leave you to play by myself."

Although there was no official notification, it was basically a suspension of employment.

Men, especially people with supernatural powers like Gu Lincheng, always have to find a place to vent their energy.

Xia Siyuan didn't know how to comfort him. He felt that coming to the bar was a good way, so he tried his best to bring him after dinner.

Gu Lincheng shook the liquid in the cup, his light eyes were emotionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, the music in the bar suddenly entered a climax again.

Shi Yan watched the raised dance floor, and the men and women who danced with "Extreme", just like everyone else, adjusted their sitting postures excitedly, watching with enthusiasm.

Shang Jinglan watched the performance, then saw her clear eyes as if appreciating an art performance, and asked casually, "Is this your first time?"

"Ah."

"Do you have any there?"

"Yes, but very cautiously."

Shang Jinglan took a sip of his wine. "I can tell."

Shi Yan watched the extremely limited performance for a while, felt that it was meaningless and turned around, leaning his elbows on the bar. "Your money, I will pay you back within this week."

"Does this mean that you will only be here for a week?"

Yicheng is so big, it is impossible for a person like her to stay here forever.

But it is easy to be guessed by others. I don't know if I am too careless or the other party is too smart.

Shi Yan once again looked at the thin and weak man, seeing the dark brown beads on his pale wrist, and the beautiful wine cup on his fingertips.

Shang Jinglan caught her gaze and curled his lips at her. "I'm still waiting for your story."

"My story, money can't buy it."

"Is it because you want to kill the donkey and turn your face away?"

"Now the initiative is with me, and I have the final say."

"It's really unreasonable."

Shi Yan didn't refute, and picked up the blue fruit in the wine glass with his white fingers.

Bite the teeth, the green fragrance permeates the nose, and the sour juice occupies all the taste buds.

Shang Jinglan watched her put the fruit into her crimson soft lips, and frowned when she frowned. "Isn't it sour?"

Before he finished speaking, gunshots suddenly rang out in the bar.

The loud music outside overwhelmed the gunshots inside, but it couldn't escape the ears of the sensitive supernatural beings.

Shang Jinglan glanced at the direction where he just came out, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened imperceptibly.

Shi Yan didn't pay attention, licked the tip of his teeth and said, "Sour. What kind of fruit is this?"

"Lime, little lemon." Shang Jinglan said, "It's getting late, should we go?"

"Is there no show later?"

"Gone."

"Let's go then."

Shi Yan simply jumped off the high chair and walked with him.

The other side of the dance floor.

Xia Siyuan saw that Gu Lincheng was still on his knees, snatched the wine glass from his hand, and wanted to push him onto the dance floor.

He was an idiot who didn't pull people away from the sofa for a long time.

When he exerted his breastfeeding strength, the person who was sitting firmly stood up suddenly.

Xia Siyuan was overjoyed, thinking that the elder brother had finally enlightened, so he pushed him away.

Gu Lincheng walked to the bar along the left side of the dance floor.

Shi Yan and Shang Jinglan walked along the right side of the dance floor, over the crowd and out.

Before they reached the stairs, another continuous gunshot sounded from inside.

This time the commotion was so loud that everyone outside could hear it, and the people who were still reveling just now yelled even louder.

The melee inside continued, and the people outside rushed to run out, and the scene was chaotic in an instant.

Shi Yan and Shang Jinglan retreated quickly, otherwise they would have thrown and trampled on them.

Hundreds of people rushed to a staircase that was only big enough for two or three people to walk at the same time. A few people ran out in front, and the people behind gathered together to block the passage.

At this moment, a man covered his face with a face scarf and carried a black travel bag rushed out of the room.

With a machine gun on his shoulder, he looked at the blocked entry and exit, raised the muzzle of the gun and fired at the ceiling.

Bullets smashed lime and multicolored lamps, and fell with a crackling sound, hitting some people and prompting another scream of fear.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The masked man was carrying a heavy bag, shouting and kicking those squatting on the ground.

Frightened by his momentum of shooting as if he didn't let go, the people who had just desperately wanted to get out, rushed back and let the passage out.

Suddenly, Shi Yan, who was closest to the exit, heard that the gunfire inside had not yet ended, and stepped back in step with the trend.

The masked man ignored the companions behind him, and when he ran to the stairs, he thought that there were security guards up there, so he reached out and grabbed the person closest to him as a hostage, which was also a human shield.

His decision was quite sudden, and everyone thought he would run away against time.

Shi Yan looked at Shang Jinglan who was so weak that he was a little worried when the masked man's strong arms restrained his neck.

Shang Jinglan was pressed against the back by the gun, his face turned pale, but he was not afraid, and said calmly: "Brother, be careful of fire."

The masked man pushed him. "Shut up and be honest! Go!"

"and many more."

Qingyue's voice was unbelievably calm.

It seems that it is not a critical moment of life and death, but a friendly conversation.

Shi Yan looked at the nervous masked man and gestured to the person in his hand. "You caught the wrong guy."

The masked man, who was in a hurry to escape for his life, was taken aback by her eloquent words.

When he reacted, he frowned and turned his gun on her. "Yeah?"

Shi Yan looked at the muzzle aiming at himself, his face remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly.

Seeing that she was not afraid of death, Shang Jinglan immediately said, "Brother, aren't you in a hurry to leave? Don't argue with her."

The masked man sneered. "It's not less than two seconds."

Shi Yan also said: "It's really not bad."

When the masked man pulled the trigger, a white light slid across the dark stairs like a shooting star.

fleeting.

It was so fast that no one could react.

Shi Yan grabbed Shang Jinglan's collar, walked up the stairs when the masked man fell down, and when Gu Lincheng came out, he passed the security guards who were afraid to go in, and left the bar as usual.

Seeing that the gangster was dead, the people inside rushed to the stairs again.

Gu Lincheng saw the masked man under the stairs and the chaotic scene, and asked Xia Siyuan to call the police.

Xia Siyuan quit. "Rincheng, let's go too, you finally took a vacation, don't worry about these crap things."

"This gun..."

"What's the fuss about a few broken guns? It's not like you haven't seen them before."

It was rare for Xia Siyuan to be unrestrained for two days, worried about getting into trouble, he was arrested by his father to criticize education, and he dragged Gu Lincheng away.

Gu Lincheng is now in a sensitive period. If the order from above is formalized, he should be suspended at home for self-reflection. He should not come to this kind of place for recreation, and should not be involved in this shooting incident.

But if he listened to the persuasion, he would not be the commander of the special task force.

Gu Lincheng ignored Xia Siyuan, who was jumping in a hurry, and walked towards the masked man who was bleeding all over the place.

There was a thin and long bloodstain on the masked man's face. As time passed, the bloodstain became bigger and bigger, but it did not affect the identification of his face.

The split face towel fell down, revealing a completely unfamiliar face.

Gu Lincheng looked at the masked man, and then opened the black bag he was holding tightly to until death.

Xia Siyuan, who leaned over to look at the corpse, was surprised. "What cut his face? Such a thin wound, at most, is a broken elephant, isn't it fatal?"

"You can try."

"Don't, my face is a bit useful."

Gu Lincheng didn't answer, looking at the bag full of guns and weapons. "Call the SWAT."

In the context of danger, Yicheng does not absolutely ban guns, but these are only used for self-defense, and these controlled weapons must pass the record and have strict conditions for use.

That's why Shi Yan wandered around with a knife, but nothing happened.

But now it is obviously beyond the scope of self-defense. More importantly, the empire absolutely prohibits arms smuggling.

Xia Siyuan looked at the bag of guns, cursed in a low voice, complained that the beautiful night was ruined, and resigned himself to making a phone call.

(End of this chapter)