Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The comments began to ask: "?? What money? What small thing? Why don't I understand?"

"Is the host speaking?"

At this time, the host's golden font color appeared in the barrage: "It's not convenient to talk."

"Large-scale drug dealing phenomenon ahead."

"Today the host will take you to observe closely how the gangs negotiate!"

"Everyone, remember to give the anchor some heart and gifts. Love you guys!"

Barrage:"???"

"???"

After Hua Xia finished typing, she glanced down, turned the camera on her phone, and zoomed in on the transaction scene.

This is a high-altitude shooting angle. Under the lens is a wooden structure room with old and dilapidated floors. Some of the floors are missing, revealing the dirt inside.

The sound of a large group of people's footsteps and the creaking of wooden doors were finally explained. This was an abandoned old building. There was a lot of dust in the house. These strong men in gowns with guns on their waists raised a cloud of dust when they moved the boxes under their feet.

A circle of people gathered around a tattered square table. It seemed that there were two groups of people. The person leading on the left was Lang Zheyan, the leader of the Qinglong Gang. The man on the other side with a rough voice had a childish face and a short stature. Standing among a group of strong men, he looked very small.

But this person is obviously the core of the group on the right, a character who is not easy to mess with.

Lang Zheyan gave a wink and his men slammed a box onto the table. Behind him was a group of people, each holding a black box.

After Lang Zheyan nodded slightly, the black boxes were opened at the same time, with stacks of US dollars neatly arranged inside.

The short man on the right took a cold glance and took out the goods in his hand, which were more than a dozen white bags filled with different types of drugs.

The short man said in a hoarse voice, "It's purer this time."

Lang Zheyan frowned, walked over to carefully check the goods and said, "Boss Wu, this is a bit unfair. The quantity this time is much less than before!"

Barrage:"!!!"

"They're actually dealing drugs? Oh my God!"

"By the way, why does the anchor seem to be filming from the sky?"

“This reminds me of when the anchor started the show, there seemed to be a bunch of wooden structures in the background, now that I think about it, it looks a lot like a roof!”

"The anchor wouldn't be filming on the roof, would he?!"

This statement speaks the truth.

250: [Host, are you being too arrogant? ]

Hua Xia moved slightly, and some dust fell from the top, but no one from the two groups confronting each other below noticed it.

Hua Xia: "Idiot, my legs are a little numb."

250: [......]

At this time, Hua Xia was squatting on several beams with a strange posture.

After a brief blank moment, the barrage began to swirl across the screen frantically.

"Oh my God, Qianqian, be careful not to get discovered!"

"Where are you? Call the police!"

At this moment, Du Lin in front of the screen had a frosty face when Hua Xia's camera turned over, and A Long standing next to him couldn't help but shiver.

Just as his face was about to freeze, the thin technician suddenly stood up: "An abandoned old house in the eastern suburbs of the city."

"Boss, I've sent you the location."

Du Lin immediately strode out like the wind, got into the prepared car, and drove out at high speed.

Under the roof beam, after Lang Zheyan said this, the atmosphere became tense and both sides pulled out their guns and pointed them at each other.

The short man known as Boss Wu chuckled, shrugged indifferently, and looked at them lazily: "Lang Zheyan, you know the current situation. The Gufan Gang is under pressure. I am willing to do business with you because of our past friendship."

"Since you don't want to do this business anymore, forget it."

Boss Wu turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go."

Lang Zheyan gritted his teeth and didn't get angry on the spot. Back then, this guy was begging to cooperate with them, but now, huh!

"Wait a minute!" Lang Zheyan forced an ugly smile: "That's not what I meant."

Lang Zheyan stretched out his hand and pushed the black box filled with money in front of him forward: "Boss Wu, this is not the first time we have worked together, and it will definitely not be the last time we work together."

Boss Wu glanced at the box and chuckled, "Happy cooperation."

Lang Zheyan: “It’s a pleasure to work with you.”

Hua Xia: "...As expected of the male protagonist of this world, he is so rich!"

"You didn't even want to buy me a piece of clothing last time."

250: [......] How long are you going to remember the host buying clothes?

Just as both parties put away their guns and started cooperating happily, the shabby wooden door of the old house was kicked open from the outside with a loud bang.

A group of uniformed policemen rushed in from outside with guns. The next second, gunshots rang out. The two gangsters were stunned for a moment and quickly ran inside to find cover.

Hua Xia took advantage of the chaos to turn around and pointed her phone camera at the gangsters who were running over here.

Amid the chaotic gunfire, Boss Wu suddenly looked at Lang Zheyan who was hiding in the bunker next to him and shouted, "Did you call the police?!"

After Lang Zheyan raised his hand and fired the gun, he squatted down and rolled his eyes. Would he get himself into trouble if he called the police?

Boss Wu obviously figured out the connection and said, "Damn it, it must be your Qinglong Gang that leaked the news!"

Lang Zheyan: "...Why didn't you leak the news?"

The two sides pointed their guns at each other again.

If Hua Xia hadn't been holding her cell phone, she would have almost clapped her hands on the spot. With the police outside, they actually started an internal fight.

The comments started to go crazy: "All gunfight movies are lame, okay?"

"Oh my god, this is exciting."

"Anchor, please stay hidden."

At this time, the police outside shouted through a loudspeaker: "People inside, you have been surrounded. Do not resist in vain. Raise your hands and come out!"

Hua Xia squatting on the beam was in a perfect observation angle. She would show everyone the policemen on the left and the gangsters on the right.

When the camera turned back again, Hua Xia met the old man's wide-eyed shocked gaze. She smiled with eight teeth and raised her hand to wave gently in greeting.

Director Zhang: “…”

After the police loudspeaker sounded another warning, the gangsters lying here finally threw out their guns. One by one, the big men slowly walked out with their hands raised. Last of all, it was Lang Zheyan with a gloomy face and his hands also raised.

The police immediately stepped forward and surrounded them.

The people in the barrage suddenly relaxed their nervous hearts for the anchor, and began to persuade the anchor not to do such dangerous things in the future.

Hua Xia immediately raised her hand and shouted excitedly as if she had seen a relative: "Director Zhang!"

Director Zhang: "...How did you get up there?"

Hua Xia's shout attracted a crowd of onlookers. Lang Zheyan obviously saw this scene and frowned suddenly.

He didn't even notice that there was a person squatting on the beam!

"You again!" Lang Zheyan obviously recognized Hua Xia as the undercover police officer who clamored to buy a million-dollar skirt and finally jumped to the Gufan Gang.

......

Hua Xia waved her hand: "Hi!"

Director Zhang said seriously, "Nonsense, come down."

Hua Xia glanced at the ground, shook her head, and shouted, "Lao Zhang! I can't go down!"

Lao Zhang: “…” Then how did you get up there?

He sighed faintly and said, "Call the police and call the fire department."

The police, the gangsters, and the audience in the live broadcast room: "......"