Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Drip! Drip! Dah! Drip!"

The sound of Lao Ma tapping his fingers on the table was very clear, and Dialect looked up at him and nodded.

"Old Ma, the taste of this dish is not good!" Fang Yan laughed softly, put down the chopsticks in his hand, took out a piece of paper and wiped the corner of his mouth, leaning on the back of the chair behind him.

"The taste here is really not very authentic." The old horse replied with a smile, looked around casually, and nodded to the waiter who passed by the aisle.

"Which flavor?" Dialect laughed, the muscles in his legs began to stretch, and then slowly relaxed.

"Two liang of pork stewed vermicelli in the northeast, a pound of mutton in the northwest, two liang noodles in the south, and a few scallops on the coast." The old horse smiled again, and put his hand into the briefcase slightly.

"So much delicious food?" Dialect leaned back in his chair and said.

"That's not true, but it's a pity it's all gone." The old horse still looked like a calm, kind uncle, but the dialect that was facing him could see a kind of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Relax, we can't do it, the person who did it is here." The old horse said abruptly and softly, and the dialect nodded.

A subtle solidified breath began to spread in this space, Dialect supported his head with his left hand, and looked around casually with a tired look.

……

"Target No. 1 is confirmed!"

"Target No. 2 is confirmed!"

"Report the situation at each location!"

"The first floor is under control!"

"The second floor is under control!"

"The entrance and exit have been controlled!"

"No matter whether the second target lives or dies, the first target as long as it lives, the mouse-catching operation, GO! GO! GO!"

On the street, inside a black RV, a white man listened to the sound coming from the headset, looked at the two people who didn't seem to notice on the surveillance screen, and said eagerly into the headset.

"shit! Like shit..."

The white man took a sip of the coffee next to him, put it down again, and said cursingly.

……

"Ding!"

The sound of the arrival of the elevator sounded, and a man and a woman walked out in dresses. The lights in the hall were intoxicating, soft and dim.

"Prepare!" The old horse tapped the table lightly with his finger, and after watching the dialect turn to look at himself, his lips slightly opened, and he drew the mouth shape of these two words.

"Sir, we are civil servants of the Japanese police station." The two policemen came over, said in front of the dialect, and took out their police card and handcuffs, "We suspect that you are related to a recent case... …”

The shadows hidden in the shadows began to gradually emerge, slowly approaching the place where Dialect and Lao Ma were.

"CanyouspeakEnglish?"

Dialect asked rhetorically, and made a faint gesture of OK towards Lao Ma with his left hand. Facing the two men, his face was full of confusion and confusion, as if he really couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"Act now, the mouse is ready to flee, repeat, the mouse is ready to flee!" A rush of voice came from the miniature headset to the waiter's hand, and at the same time, a mechanical fly landed in the dark place opposite them, just seeing the dialect's gesture .

"I, Icanspeak..." The policeman said stumblingly, as if he was not very proficient in English. He slowly touched his right hand to his waist, and the policeman next to him also gradually stretched out and kept his waist hidden. between hands.

"Move!"

A gun was quickly pulled from the waist by the police, but at the same time, Dialect took a step forward, clamped his wrist with his backhand, and pressed it sideways to the table in front of him, while the other hand quickly moved. He grabbed the chopsticks in front of the plate and stuck them in the hands of the waiter.

"what!"

The screams came from the waiter in front of him. Dialect quickly took off the pistol and smashed it **** the head of the policeman lying on the table.

"Clap! Clap!"

"boom!"

Two gunshots sounded from the direction of the old horse, and at the same time, a trace of blood smeared Diaoyan's face.

"Clap! Clap!"

The old horse looked around, shrank down, and fired several shots at the huge chandelier in the center.

"boom!"

The chandelier above the hall fell to the ground, and the originally soft hall instantly dimmed.

"what……"

Only then did the ordinary guests in the hall react, screaming continuously, and rushing towards the door of the hotel in a panic.

"Follow me! Look behind you!" the old horse shouted, picking up the briefcase on the stool and running quickly towards the stairs of the hotel.

"Attention all personnel, close the encirclement immediately! Target No. 1 is caught, repeat, Target No. 1 is alive!" The white man in the RV stood up, the anger on his face was clearly visible, watching the continuous chaos on the screen The agents interspersed in the crowd clenched their right hands tightly,

"Damnit!"

……

"Clap! Clap!"

After a few gunshots, Dialect threw the empty pistol, looked at the agent emerging from the second floor again, covered the side with his hand, took two steps to the ground, and quickly slid behind the sofa where the old horse was hiding. ,

"Give me a gun! Give me anything!"

He frantically shouted ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a few bullets shot to the front of the sofa, a slight tremor began to travel down his back, Dialect hugged his head, and the vase next to him burst open under the bullets. , the fragments hit the two of them.

"Next!" The old horse threw the pistol and two magazines over, and Dialect caught it with his hands, and instantly opened the safety and loaded it.

"Follow me!" The old horse roared, pulled out and fired two shots, and quickly ran towards the front with the dialect, constantly using the pillars and seats in the hall as concealment.

"Clap! Clap!"

A figure fell from the second floor, Dialect rolled on the ground, quickly followed behind the old horse, and ran towards the safe passage.

"boom!"

Watching the dialect rush in, the old horse closed the iron door in an instant, then picked up the broom next to him and blocked it between the two handles.

"Go upstairs!"

With only two words, the old horse's expression became serious. After throwing the briefcase to Dialect, he grabbed the gun in both hands and quickly touched it upstairs.

"Snapped!"

A gunshot sounded very abruptly. A figure in a floral shirt yelled and rolled down the stairs. The old horse shot again. This ordinary young man who was still screaming in pain instantly lost his voice.

He looked up at the top of the stairs, greeted in a slightly dazed dialect behind him, and quickly ran up the stairs.

……

"The rat has gone upstairs, the rat has gone upstairs, guard the safe passage, guard the elevator entrance, and encircle..." One after another instructions were continuously spoken from the mouth of the white man, and then passed to the ears of all the people in the hotel. .

"receive!"

"receive!"

Sentences of replies kept ringing in the hotel, and all the agents began to deploy according to their boss's orders...