On Earth, every city was brightly lit at night. However, in places where the lights couldn't reach, there were often some evil things happening.
For example, at the border of R Country, in a city that was rich in beauties, two bald youths were pointing a gun at a bruised yellow-skinned, black-haired youth. Their faces were filled with ridicule.
"Khitan people, I hate you. You should scram back to where you belong." A bald youth cursed drunkenly.
The black-haired youth's face was filled with fear. He knew who he had met. Those youths were known as the skinheads. They were affiliated with radical parties and held strong hostility towards all outsiders.
It wasn't just yellow-skinned Chinese or Vietnamese like him. There were also black-haired people from the Caucasus region, as well as Africans and South Americans.
If he met them, he would be punched and kicked. If it was serious, he might even lose his life.
Two years ago, someone was even stabbed to death at the entrance of the university.
Now, he only hoped that these two people would let him go.
At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and regret. He shouldn't have come out alone at night. However, he was muddle-headed and wasted time with that junior sister.
"I have an interesting game. Why don't we play it?" The other bald youth had a malicious smile on his face. He tapped the revolver with his finger and the magazine immediately popped out. He slowly inserted three bullets into it. There was an empty space between every two bullets.
His other hand slid on the magazine. The magazine immediately spun. Then, he swung the magazine back to its original position.
"Let's play a game. As long as you don't die, we will let you go." The bald youth had a face filled with malice and ridicule as he pointed the gun at the black-haired youth.
The black-haired youth was almost paralyzed on the ground. His face was filled with fear. Three bullets and three empty spaces. In other words, there was a 50% chance that he would die. The other 50% might not be a good result.
The other two people looked at the terrified expression of him paralyzed on the ground and let out a burst of laughter.
"This game is very interesting. I also want to play."
At this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the entrance of the alley.
He spoke in broken Russian. Word by word.
"Who are you? Come out!" The bald young man turned around and pointed the gun at him. But just as he turned around, he saw a figure rush into his arms at an extremely fast speed and hit him heavily in the abdomen. Another hand grabbed his wrist and pulled, and the gun was in the other party's hand.
Before he could do anything else, the man punched him in the ear again, making him unable to move half of his body and seeing stars.
His companion was in an even worse state. A woman in red descended from the sky and stomped him to the ground. One could even hear the sound of his bones breaking.
"Get lost, we islanders hate you pigs the most!" Ren Baqian held the gun in his hand and pointed at the black-haired man who looked like an exchange student from China. Ren Baqian was still speaking in poor Russian.
The black-haired youth was dumbfounded at first, then he scrambled away, not daring to look back.
After running far away, he still had a baffled look on his face. Was that person really a Japanese? Why did he save her? But at that time, that person's back was to the light. Ren Baqian actually didn't see that person's face and didn't know who that person was.
Ren Baqian stepped on the bald young man's head, then lowered his head and took out bullets from his pocket. He loaded two more bullets and slid the magazine back to its original position.
"I like this game. If you don't die, I will let you off." Ren Baqian smiled.
He had seen many of these bald young men in R Nation.
A month had passed in Dayao. During this period, he came back six times and stayed in R Nation for almost a month. He didn't know if he was unlucky or if others were unlucky. Maybe it was because he always came out at night or the empress was too eye-catching. In a month, he met a total of seven such violent young men.
Most of them were between 15 and 20 years old. They were very childish and immature. They were muddled by some slogans and their minds were filled with violence.
In Ren Baqian's heart, they were just a bunch of kids.
Therefore, he must not let them off.
Without waiting for the youth to speak, Ren Baqian immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" The gunshot was very loud.
"I'm sorry, your luck isn't very good," Ren Baqian said apologetically to the sachima with ketchup at his feet.
The youth under the empress's feet struggled with all his might. At this moment, he had already sobered up from the alcohol and was trying his best to break free from the person behind him. However, that person was like a nail nailed him to the ground and he couldn't move no matter what.
"I'm sorry, spare me, spare me!" That bald young man cried with all his might.
"It's just a game, why is there such a big reaction?" Ren Baqian was flabbergasted.
Following which, he comforted him gently, "Be good and listen to me. I am a man of my words. After this shot, I will let you off regardless of whether you die or not."
After he finished speaking, he pointed the gun at the other party's head. With a look of disgust, the empress flashed and appeared a few meters away.
"Bang!"
"I'm sorry, both of your luck isn't very good. It seems like this game isn't very fun." Ren Baqian apologized to the two piles of sachima with ketchup. Following which, he stuffed the gun into his waist.
The pedestrians who were attracted by the gunshot immediately screamed in fear when they saw the empty alley and the two piles of sachima.
After a while, before the local police arrived, three young men and women with black hair and yellow skin dashed into the alley and carefully examined the scene.
"Was it done by them?" one of the women asked quickly.
"This person's shoulder blade is broken. It seems like it was crushed by someone stepping on it. There is also some mud here. The outline is a footprint. It's most likely done by them. "
"Damn it, they got away again." That woman cursed angrily.
It had been three months. For three whole months, the other party had never restrained himself. Wherever he went, he would cause all kinds of incidents. Most of them were still murder cases.
They had been tracking for three months, and every time, they missed by a hair's breadth. They couldn't even catch a glimpse of the other party's back.
Every one of them was proficient in one or more of computer, tracking, fighting, firearms, infiltration, information analysis, and driving cars and planes. Every one of them was an elite among the elites. However, they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the other party's tail and were being played around in circles by the other party.
At this moment, it wasn't just the three of them. There was another team of three people who were also looking for the traces of the other two people. This clearly meant that they were incompetent. When they thought about it, they felt that it was simply a humiliation.
Now, they had almost forgotten their original intention of looking for the other party.
All they could think of was to catch them and wash away this humiliation.
If the other party had absconded obediently, they might not have been so angry. However, the other party had never concealed his whereabouts. He swaggered around unscrupulously, but they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the other party's tail. How could they be convinced?
…
On top of a tall building not far away, Ren Baqian used a pair of binoculars to look at the three people coming out of the alley. He said with great interest, "They seem to have been chasing for a long time and haven't given up yet."
Following which, he complained, "There are so many cases in the country waiting for them to handle. I have already run so far away. Do they have to chase me so relentlessly?"
"It seems like I haven't posted on my WeChat Moments for a long time." Ren Baqian thought for a while. In any case, the other party had been following behind him. Even if he didn't post, they would still know where he was.
Thinking of this, Ren Baqian switched on the phone that he hadn't used for a long time. Then, he aimed it at himself and the building behind him and revealed a bright smile.
"Zixiao, smile." Ren Baqian didn't forget to turn around and shout.
The empress only rolled her eyes at him.
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The Ren family. These days, Papa Ren and Mama Ren had been worried about their son. They didn't know how he was doing and were afraid that something had happened to him.
At this moment, Papa Ren's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up with a start and realized that it was Ren Wannian, who had just entered university.
"Sigh!" Papa Ren sighed. He had been waiting for his eldest son to call him for some time.
"Dad, quickly look at WeChat. Brother has posted on his WeChat Moments." Papa Ren heard his youngest son shouting excitedly when he answered the phone.
"What?" Papa Ren was shocked. He quickly opened WeChat to check his WeChat Moments and saw the photo that the person he wanted to see the most had just posted.
Under the dim light of the night, the background was filled with exotic architecture.
Ren Baqian faced the camera with a bright smile and even made a very old-fashioned peace sign.
Not far behind him was the profile of a woman in red with her long hair fluttering in the wind.
There was also a short paragraph below: "The scenery is not bad, but the temperature is a little low and cold. In addition, it has been cloudy recently. Everyone, don't forget to collect the clothes when it rains! "
Papa Ren and Mama Ren were stunned when they saw Ren Baqian's WeChat Moments.
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The Chen family. Chen Qing and Jiang Nan were also stunned when they saw Ren Baqian's WeChat Moments. This person was simply invincible. He actually dared to swagger and post on his WeChat Moments when he was on the run?
How much did he want to die?
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In a car on the street, two men and a woman looked gloomy.
As the phone rang, the older man lowered his head and looked at the phone. It was a familiar number.
He had just reported the situation in the morning. Why was he calling at this time?
When he picked up the phone with a gloomy face and heard the content clearly, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
A moment later, he received two pictures on his phone. On the pictures was Ren Baqian's bright smile and that paragraph.
The three of them looked at the pictures on the phone and their faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
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