Running Man's Entertainment Life

Chapter 447
In the mind space, the system was speechless.

Your sister, you really treat yourself like an onion.

The ghost knows why it saved you, a shameless person, in the first place.

When the system complained about Chen Mu's shamelessness.

The phone rang suddenly.

Chen Mu leaned over and saw that it was Wang Ao.

"Qi Qian, it's Uncle Wang Ao who answered the phone."

Chen Mu smiled, handed the phone to Qianqian who was eating watermelon, and rubbed her hair.

"Uncle."

Qianqian was very obedient, she wiped her small mouth that was still wet from the melon juice, and it was still a little red, she held a mobile phone that was bigger than her own hand, and said obediently.

"Hey, Sissy, what are you doing?"

Over the phone, Wang Ao's kind and gentle voice came over.

Chen Mu covered his mouth and snickered. He was usually cold-faced or dealt with by Wang Ao. He rarely saw Wang Ao, a tough man, showing a gentle look.

Now, Qianqian is his Shangfang sword, as soon as he makes an appearance, Wang Ao immediately turns into a kind uncle.

"Sissy eats watermelon, does uncle eat it? Dad said, watermelon is more suitable for summer!" Sissy said with her big eyes fluttering, her small straight fingers scratching the watermelon rind.

Chen Mu suppressed a smile and rubbed Cici's hair, this little devil.

He didn't dare to let Wang Ao hear his laughter, otherwise he would be easily punished.

"Uncle ate."

Wang Ao laughed out loud, feeling extremely relieved, nodded and said.

Wang Ao likes the child of Chen Mu, the little brother, and An Xin because of his relationship, not to mention that Qianqian is such an obedient child.

"Is the uncle's food sweet?"

Sissy wrinkled her little nose, shook her hair, and the hair that Chen Xixin worked so hard to weave for her suddenly became messy. She broke free from the shackles of the quilt, hugged her own half of a watermelon, her big eyes were a little greedy, but she still said crisply: "Dad, Dad, is there any watermelon at home? Let's take it to Uncle!"

The little girl's eyes were bright and sharp, with anticipation and pleading, she pursed her mouth, shaking Chen Mu's clothes with her small hands.

It doesn't mean that the little girl cares about Wang Ao so much. The little girl has been in the capital for a long time, so she naturally misses the city she is familiar with. There are uncle and grandpa Liu there, and Qiqi.

After all, Chen Mu and Chen Xi are grown-ups, and they don't have as much entertainment with Qianqian as Qiqi, and even if their mature ideas are deliberately weakened, they are not really naive.

Besides, Qiqi is so cute and well-behaved. It's been a long time since we saw each other. Naturally, I miss this little girl very much.

Chen Mu let Sissy sway, let himself sway from side to side, and said helplessly: "It's too far away, and the time it takes to send it can make your uncle eat a carload of watermelons."

Wang Ao was speechless, eating a load of food, you treat me like a pig!

If this little bastard is around, he must be punished, otherwise he will be dishonest.

"OK then!"

The little girl Qianqian was a little unhappy. She wrapped her big quilt and exposed her small head with great effort. After saying goodbye to Wang Ao sadly, she held her own half of watermelon and ate quietly, as if All gone.

"Don't forget to spit the seeds."

Chen Mu pressed Sissy's soft mouth, and smiled helplessly, this little devil.

"Chen Mu."

Wang Ao called out.

"Hey, big brother."

Chen Mu turned into a good boy in an instant, and responded repeatedly.

"Did you watch the National News Channel?"

In the Hangzhou moxibustion studio, Wang Ao brewed a cup of tea, and the steam wafted up, covering his expression.

The TV in front of it repeatedly played the complete video of the National Financial Bank that was robbed.

Through the hot white mist, Wang Ao's eyes did not blink, and he stared intently, as if he could see some important clues through it.

The bronze-colored palm, which seems to be made of steel, is like a steel cage tightly holding the teacup, allowing the heat to invade without realizing it.

A piece of black clothing hidden in a blind spot of surveillance, a finger stretched out in a stalemate, a camera that lost its image and was damaged, and the image before it was damaged.

The details are densely packed into volumes and printed in the eyes.

The shot rang out and people fell.

A little blood flower is as bright as a weeping rose, but it is only a moment of youth, and its life will wither.

A gunshot means a little blood.

The withering of human life, the struggle of crying, the fear of the wounded, and the shroud of despair.

The pair of ruthless eyes hidden under the sin seemed to ignore human life and looked at the person or corpse lying in front of him without a trace of pity.

"What a beast."

Wang Ao whispered in his heart, thick killing intent filled the air, and his eyes were bloodshot with pain.

Under the palm, the wall of the teacup screamed in pain.

"Looked."

Sensing the change in Wang Ao's tone on the other side, Chen Mu was silent for a moment, and said succinctly, "It's miserable."

Such a scene does not need too many adjectives, miserable, this word is the most direct sense of the scene.

The body of the deceased was covered with a white cloth, and on the white cloth were clusters of spreading blood, and relatives who came from afar were crying.

The wounded were wailing and groaning in pain.

The survivors squatted there emotionally out of control, weeping bitterly, hoarse and terrified.

The crowd is cursing, telling the crimes of criminal gangs.

Chen Mu sighed slightly, the dead rest in peace!

With such a big move by the criminal gang, it is inevitable that they will not be able to escape, and it is inevitable to pay the price.

"Did you see what they were doing?"

Wang Ao looked at it repeatedly, and suddenly frowned, a gleam of light welled up in his eyes, fixed on a camera, and said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Chen Mu was surprised, and blankly opened the video on his phone, not understanding why Wang Ao said this.

"I'll send you a video."

Wang Ao recorded a few seconds of video when he found the problem, sent it to Chen Mu, and said, "Look carefully."

What Wang Ao sent was a video before the shot was fired.

The bank manager stalemate, probably claiming that he doesn't know where the key to the money locker is.

The men in black fell into a stalemate. Although the guns in their hands were full of deterrence, they were limited by certain restrictions and only threatening actions.

However, a finger protruded from the blind spot of the surveillance camera. The finger was thick, with calluses on it, and strange skin folds.

Because of this finger, the man in black's movements quickly changed. After a moment of stalemate, gunfire rang out, and the bank manager lay in a pool of blood.

"Someone instructed?"

Chen Mu was shocked. If someone instigated such a major case, it might be a malicious attack, rather than a murder caused by guns caused by evil intentions during robbery.

That is, if the former.

Such a case would change character and turn into a terrorist attack.

"No."

Wang Ao has rich experience, and has encountered such scenes many times, but the place where it happened is not in the country, but in a country with disordered order.

"They should be a money-grabbing organization, a criminal gang based on profit, doing all kinds of evil for money.

I saw the news from Lao Wu, a neighboring country, that the political and legal forces had the upper hand and tried their best to eliminate the chaos, criminal organizations were suppressed, and domestic organizations fled.

This money digging organization should have escaped from Lao Wu. "

Wang Ao guessed: "Before they only asked for money and not for injury or death, they should be afraid of the power of order in China, but after committing crimes a few times, their vigilance has decreased, and they probably don't think they will be arrested, so go further. Provoking the order of China has caused such evil results."

After what Wang Ao said, Chen Mu read it again and found that it was indeed the case.

The order of these men in black is very strict, without any tension, even killing people is as easy as slaughtering chickens, the distribution is clear, and they have a strong order class.

Because of this, their previous crimes did not attract much attention and excessive force from the police.

The police regarded them as simple robbery crimes, and the dispatched police forces did not treat them as skilled criminals, so naturally the time was not enough.

"This organization must not be negligent. Being able to escape from Old Uli at least proves their strength."

Wang Ao looked solemn, drank the hot tea in front of him, and said without frowning, "Chen Mu, you should try to go out as little as possible in the capital. They are the most willing to target famous and rich people. They see these people as their main target, a source of money."

Chen Muwei was startled, is this talking about me?

I am poor and white, and I have to bargain to buy a watermelon. It is just such a person who looks angry at himself, and someone would target someone like him.

These people are poor and crazy.

Chen Mu was still a little bit dissatisfied, what kind of physique he was now, such an excellent physique and fighting skills, let him persuade them, really dissatisfied.

Wang Ao continued, saying: "This time will not be very long. Since they like to come to Huaxia, we, as a country of passion, let them stay here forever and taste the fragrance of flowers and plants!"

Chen Mu was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized it.

However, if you say let them be buried in the Huaxia cemetery, just say it directly. You are so literary and artistic, and there are no outsiders here, pretending to be a literary youth.

But Chen Mu didn't dare to say that, otherwise he might be the one who could smell the fragrance of flowers and soil.

"Hey?"

Chen Mu's eyes lit up, and he asked tentatively, "Brother, are you going to move?"

China is regarded as a forbidden area for a series of criminal organizations such as mercenaries and terrorist organizations. This sentence is not made out of nonsense, but established through countless mercenaries and criminals buried in the country of China.

And the establishment of this protection and isolation is the magical power from the Chinese military.

Some call them Dragon Group, some call them Spike Fang, some call them Lone Wolf, some...
They have dazzling legends, but many people have only heard of them, never seen them.

But some people know that they come from a magical special forces.

That army is the god who established the system.

After Chen Mu came into contact with Wang Ao, he always felt that Wang Ao came from this legendary army.

The seemingly strong names such as Dragon Group, Spike, and Lone Wolf are naturally not real, and Chen Mu doesn't think they are true, but these titles describe the magical special forces.

That is, Wang Ao.

"What, let's move."

Wang Ao was very angry, and said: "Anyway, you listen to me, the capital is not safe, you are dishonest with ADHD, I will break your leg."

Chen Mu's smiling face froze, feeling that his lower limbs were a little cold, he couldn't help covering his legs with the quilt, and said weakly, "Got it, brother."

"Okay, hang up."

Before Wang Ao hung up the phone, he left a sentence: "Come back as soon as possible."

"Ah."

Are you going back to Hangzhou?

After Chen Mu hung up the phone, he thought wildly for a while, somehow, he remembered Liu Yan and Lin Keke who had the exam today.

Just make a phone call.

"Yan'er, how is your exam going?"

On the other side of the phone, the dormitory of Zhejiang University.

Sitting on the chair, Liu Yan leaned her head sideways to look at Lin Keke who was lying on the bed without love, and said, "It's okay!"

"Who's calling?"

Lin Keke rushed out from under the bed, her disheveled hair looked like a lunatic, her eyes widened and she looked at Liu Yan under the bed.

Liu Yan froze for a moment, then pointed to the phone, and said blankly: "Your master."

"Ah, Master."

Lin Keke suddenly wailed, wriggled down from the bed like a sick patient, and lay on Liu Yan's body, ignoring the disgust on her face, sobbing loudly, "Master, I..."

"I failed the exam, I know, it's okay."

Chen Mu nodded calmly and said, "I'm surprised that you passed the exam."

Lin Keke's brewing emotions that were about to explode stopped, and she didn't know how to express her sad feelings.

Is this my real master?

The apprentice failed the exam, do you still want to make sarcastic remarks to make the apprentice feel uncomfortable?

Lin Keke slapped her lips aggrieved, she almost didn't cry, she was so aggrieved.

"Yan'er did very well in the exam!"

Chen Mu ignored Lin Keke's performance and asked.

Chen Mu did not doubt Liu Yan's grades, even if she was late, it would not affect Liu Yan's grades.

"Well, it's not bad, passing is not a problem." Liu Yan was very calm and even smiled.

Lin Keke was heartbroken, so she crawled onto the bed without making a sound, and went to mourn herself.

I guess I failed the course, and the credits are not enough, so what should I do!

"That's good."

Chen Mu chatted with Liu Yan for a while, then mentioned Lin Keke again, and said, "Tell Lin Keke not to despair."

Liu Yan relayed the original words.

As if Lin Keke had been revived, she got out of bed again and landed on the cold ground with her feet without socks. She moved her ear to the phone and was about to call Master when she heard Chen Mu's words behind her.

"Anyway, there are still a few subjects that haven't been tested. It's too early to despair now. It's more comfortable to gather together and explode."

"." Lin Keke.

Is this Nima really the master?

Lin Keke went to bed angrily, and was stuffed under the quilt, feeling sad again.

And, coincidentally, she missed Chen Mu's words again.

"Yan'er, comfort her well, it doesn't matter if she fails the exam, don't take it too hard."

"." Liu Yan.

"it is good"

I don't know how Lin Keke will react when he hears this.

Happy, or grit your teeth.

Outside the door, there was a voice.

Through the glass, Chen Mu saw a lot of black shadows. He frowned, turned off the electric fan, and looked alert.

Why are there so many people all of a sudden.

"Yan'er, I have something to do here, so hang up first."

"Well, the news in the capital is quite messy for me, so be careful."

"Ah."

The door opened, and An Xin walked in wearing a black formal suit, her blond hair was spread in curls behind her back, and her bag was placed on the shoe rack beside her.

It's Anxin.

Chen Mu frowned, but why are there so many people?

"Mom is back." Sissy put down the watermelon, got up quickly, and ran away.

"Sister-in-law, I'll get you some water."

Chen Xi didn't care about solving the task Chen Mu entrusted to him to eat half of the watermelon, so he got up quietly and went to the kitchen.

"Outside?"

Chen Mu glanced outside the door, and those people who couldn't see their faces hidden in the dark corners of the lights were standing there. They couldn't see their faces clearly, as if they were statues.

"The capital is not peaceful."

An Xin glanced at it, and immediately explained to Chen Mu briefly: "I asked Mr. Tang, Mr. Li, Huo Dao, and Musk to come over to protect our safety."

"How human is this?"

Chen Mu was stunned, there were at least 30 people outside the door!
"There are also grass-roots security personnel. They will take care of ordinary troubles. They will be stationed here in the future."

An Xin knew what Chen Mu was thinking, and explained again.

"All right!"

Chen Mu turned around and went to the refrigerator slowly, took out the ordinary half watermelon that he had put away not long ago, put it on the table, took out a spoon by the way, put it on the watermelon, and said to An Xin: "Come, eat watermelon .”

"." An Xin.

An Xin looked at the milk watermelon in front of Qianqian and the milk watermelon in front of Chen Xi, and then looked at the ordinary watermelon in front of him, which was obviously in the countryside, and he didn't know what to say.

Are you so poor now?
Watermelons are treated in different classes.

Are you so poor?

(End of this chapter)