I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

"Why did you stop?"

The lizardman raised his head in dissatisfaction and stared at the driver, the blood vessels on the back of his neck throbbing slightly, dripping with sweat.

If you can't think of an answer, you're afraid that you'll be swallowed alive.

The driver pointed his finger forward, and the lizard man followed his finger forward, and a man was walking towards him with an extremely suppressed power.

Every step is dignified.

Zhao Bai heard all the conversations, and always felt that if he didn't stand up again, this guy would eat people.

"Hoho, are there still people who don't have long eyes?"

The lizardman took off his hat, revealing a pale body, with pale golden pupils, and a huge tail trailing behind him, showing a completely different appearance from humans.

He got out of the car, his tail hit the ground, Zhao Bai pressed the knife, and his body leaned down slightly.

In a flash.

If it was night, you would see a perfect light blue arc flashing across the sky, but now it is daytime, and human eyes cannot detect the meager light, only the cold air and the killing intent mixed with the cold air.

But the Lizardman is not a human, and his sensitivity to light is different from that of a human, and he sees it completely.

At the same time he saw it, he was already dead.

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"You finally came."

Aoba showed rejoicing like the rest of his life, but he was obviously not as thrilling as he had shown, and even had a taste of being the enemy of the first.

Zhao Bai stared at his right hand.

In plaster, but oddly thick, and inside is a healthy hand holding a pistol.

Is this the mafia?

Zhao Bai shook his head, not wanting to comment.

"I'm here to receive the medicines. You divide the medicines into milligram packs, and you have produced hundreds or thousands of genetic mutation medicines. I definitely don't want to go through this muddy water and hand over all the medicines. If there are any more medicines in the future. News of mutants haunting, I'll be back, someone's going to die."

When he said that, he felt very handsome.

But then Zhao Bai thought of Bronya's evaluation that a talkative killer is not a killer, but a talkative lunatic.

It seems that the essence is still missing.

He leaned over slightly, the knife handle tapped the car window lightly, expressing his thoughts with his eyes.

"At least until I go back to suppress the rebellion."

Qing Ye smiled and raised the plaster wrapped around his arm at him, expressing to Zhao Bai the inconvenience of being a disabled person. He had just died of his own brother, but he did not have a trace of sentimentality, but a trace of happiness.

"Drive, and notify the cadres to attend the memorial service."

Aoba gave orders to the driver in a skillful tone, as if everything should be the way it should be.

The car window was closed, Zhao Bai watched Qingye leave the scene, and smiled self-deprecatingly. He suddenly heard something, and walked into the grass to see that the cup snake was lying wretchedly, with grass blades covering his bare calf. cut red.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Bai's doubts were overflowing, and Cup Snake kept his head down and typed.

[I saw him, the young gang master is synonymous with ambition, he will never stop here, the young boss Zhao has not realized this yet, he thought he could receive all the medicines smoothly... 】

"Hey, I saw it all."

Zhao Bai put away the knife angrily, looked at the cup snake and said, "Don't be alarmist, he looks like a high school student..."

The sound became smaller and smaller, and he stopped and stared deeply at the cup snake.

Unwavering dark green pupils.

Zhao Bai just stared at her, and felt a palpitations for no reason, as if he was caught in the whirlpool of stories and dust, she always seemed to be able to predict the development of things.

"How do you know everything?"

Zhao Bai asked, Cup Snake shook his head.

"I only know what I know, and then I infer it based on the logic of the story. He hid a pistol in a tightly bound plaster and went to the memorial service with a smile on his face. Was it a special purpose for setting off fireworks?"

Cup Snake asked back, and Zhao Bai nodded in agreement.

He was so well prepared.

Another point, Gray Snake didn't say that Aoba is a human-oriented humanist who is not obvious, discriminates against all mutants, and this discrimination is deeply hidden, as if preparing for some big move, it just happens that Aoba is an executioner. Strong man.

What sparks can collide, Cup Snake wants to record.

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Snow-white napkins, black dress, only the silk scarf in the pocket is dark blue, although it is a mourning meeting, there is not much mourning atmosphere.

Pray over and over again.

Silent.

After a long time, someone finally broke the silence.