Ah~~Ahhh~~

The tragic cry lingers above the roof of the villa, and the remaining flames fell on the nearby wall bricks, swaying and burning. Wang Ruhu picked up the gloves and put them on, and turned around and saw Moben still sitting on the motorcycle.

"You won't go and have fun with such a feast?"

"No." Moben pursed his lips at the reflector, "I like to lie down and enjoy... I'm too lazy to spend my energy, of course I can be an exception sometimes."

As he said that, he showed his charm at Wang Ruhu and blinked playfully.

"Neuropathy."

Wang Ruhu had goose bumps, and he raised his feet, kicked a piece of car fragment and hit the motorcycle on the front. The front of the car was deflected, and the reflector slapped the corner of Moben's mouth with a snap.

"Next time I tell me this, be careful that I will destroy your thing directly, you like to lie down anyway."

"Don't speak against your conscience, you're actually thinking in your heart."

Mo Ben shouted at the back of the villa, Wang Ruhu turned his face, and the other party immediately closed his mouth, and just walked into the room. The white man sitting on the chair and his girlfriend trembled and were covered in sweat. Naturally, after watching the whole process, he finally understood who could dare to raise so much money, and two heads were walking around.

Damn, CIA was beaten like a bear.

Looking at his girlfriend next to him, the white man wanted to give the woman to the other party to apologize. If his physique was the same as that CIA, he would be afraid that he would not be able to bear it at all.

"Your things... are all here, we haven't moved them." The white man was trembling with his hands and feet. He grabbed the bag from his girlfriend and carefully passed it to Wang Ruhu's feet. Seeing that the man didn't speak, he felt even more panicked.

"You...you don't like men, right? I know...it's wrong to steal your stuff...but it's not me that I took it. If you want to punish her...it's her...you know, Australia used to be exiled by criminals, we are all descendants of criminals, and it's reasonable to commit some crime..."

The woman beside her stared at her boyfriend in a daze, and wanted to have an attack but didn't dare. She had to lower her head and kept saying sorry to Wang Ruhu.

Wang Ruhu has become very knowledgeable. He can still say such a high-sounding thing. He even feels that his hands are dirty when he beats such people. He silently picked up the duffel bag and left. As soon as he walked out of the room, an angry roar sounded inside, followed by a man's scream, and he beat each other up.

Walking through a messy courtyard, at least half of the long queues were not in there. The strong man who came out lighted a cigar and leaned on his motorcycle to joke with his companions, and shook his crotch from time to time.

Seeing that Moben was still there, Wang Ruhu stopped and called him, and the latter's face looked happy.

"Thu, have you figured it out?"

Wang Ruhu: "......"

The duffel bag slammed over, but was avoided by Moben and landed on the back seat of the motorcycle. Wang Ruhu, who came over, jumped into the back seat and sat down, "Go back to the bar and tell me the information about Redstone, you agreed before."

"Okay, no problem."

Moben agreed without thinking too much. After driving away from this place, the fraternity members who were queuing up to "go to the toilet" one by one also accelerated their progress. Then they rode motorcycles in groups of three or three, and just like attending parties in the past, they all returned to their own homes. Some were unhappy and invited them to find a place to continue their fun.

The rumbling motorcycle sound went away, and the owner took his wife and children to the door carefully to look inside. He saw a staircase, stumbled figure holding the handrail and spreading his legs slowly down. His clothes were messy, his hair was fluffy and messy, and there was even a row of deep tooth marks on his chest.

He was trembling with the phone, his face was red, his veins bulging on his forehead, and he roared at the phone with a ferocious roar.

"Damn it, I want him to be wanted worldwide, that damn Asian...hiss...you come back now...I want a doctor, I need treatment, it is still bleeding...I still need psychological treatment...quick!!!"

Hysterical voices resounded throughout the street.

.........

Brothers Secret Bar.

The broken tables and chairs and the wine bottles have been cleaned up. Two bulging duffel bags are placed under the bar. In a two-seater booth, Wang Ruhu opened a can of beer and poured it into his mouth, wiped off the foam from the corners of his mouth, and leaned back comfortably to the sofa.

"Tell me, you said before that there are still a lot of redstones, where are you?"

"Don't worry, let's talk."

Seeing Wang Ruhu's face sinking, Moben smiled embarrassedly and quickly changed his words: "Actually, there are more than a dozen redstone infected people in Australia. I know the name and address. I have had some interactions with them before. I will write the address to you later. If you need it, I can lead the way for free, just let me touch your fascinating muscle."

"Touch your own."

“OK.”

Mo Ben was tactful and no longer teased. If it made a fuss, he would probably be able to lift the bar. He lit a cigar and recalled the information about Redstone in the smoke he spit out, and he brewed some language. After a while, he started to talk about the serious matters.

"Just as I said just now, every country has such infected people, but few people know that those I know, besides Australia, there are India, England, etc., but the most countries are still in the United States."

"US?" Wang Ruhu frowned. He had just come out from there.

Moben nodded and shook the ashes.

"Yes, it's the United States that holds the banner of freedom and kills people and sets fires everywhere. There is a private institution that specializes in collecting redstones, called Anchorton."

When Wang Ruhu heard this name, he was stunned.

"You're not wrong? I've met the president of Anchorton, a woman who has been in that company for a while, and there are no redstones you said."

"There are two families in Anchorton, my dear tiger."

Moben smiled like a skinned bear. He leaned forward and vomited the choking smell of smoke at Wang Ruhu.

"The Anchorton I'm talking about is the one in Los Angeles. The one in charge is the woman's younger brother, Jaden Anchorton. He is not only an ordinary person, but also has a disabled leg, but has amazing mechanical talent. The organization that collects redstones is in his hands. I think... there are countless things in his private warehouse."

"What did he do with these? I also want to be infected?"

"Who knows? I'm not the roundworm in his stomach."

The brief words fell silent. Wang Ruhu stared at the curling blue smoke and changed into various shapes in the air. Outside the bar gate behind him, the sunlight after the rain was mixed with a chaotic atmosphere. In the damaged streets, Australian police took over the public security. Asasterman, whose pants were dyed red, was being carried into an ambulance accompanied by a psychologist.

That afternoon, everything that happened suddenly was quietly recorded by the residents around him with their mobile phones. Flying fire balls, red electric arcs, smashed cars all became the source of virus transmission.

Although the Australian government has frantically controlled and deleted it on the Internet, it has finally flowed abroad and spread all over the world.

Soon, someone discovered that there was an Asian person on the international wanted list.
Chapter completed!