The sky completely darkened. Wang Lang went up the tower, set up his gun, squatted behind the wall and determined the locations of several hidden whistles. Wang Langan lay quietly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After Wang Lang fired four shots in a row, he did not stop. He packed the gun, put it in a box, carried the box and got off the stone tower. He drove away.

Linglong Mountain suddenly sounded an alarm, and then there were various roars inside. Then a car drove out from Linglong Mountain wildly.

Wang Lang stepped on the accelerator and went straight into Linghe City. After several rounds, Wang Lang returned to Yingxiang Apartment.

I parked the car to the bottom of the building, but found a police car parked downstairs.

Wang Lang paused and walked up.

After going up, he found that the door was hidden. Wang Lang raised his right hand slightly and placed it under his left rib. Once there was any danger, Wang Lang would let the other party know how fast the Gun King pulled the gun.

When I heard this, I found someone talking, one of whom was Xuanxuan, and the other was also a woman's voice, and it sounded very familiar. Wang Lang pushed the door and walked in.

There were two people sitting on the sofa, one was Xuanxuan, and the other was stunned when he turned his head, and then his hands exploded in place were inserted into his hair, looking crazy.

"Bastard! How can you meet you everywhere you go!"

Yang Mohan roared angrily.

Wang Lang leaned against the door, "I said short legs, this is my home. Did I let you in?"

Yang Mohan was confused, "Your home?" Then he looked at Xuanxuan again, and Xuanxuan nodded, "I just told you that I will stay here, so I will stay here."

"You! Come here! Sit here!" Yang Mohan pointed at the sofa.

Wang Lang refused to rely on his back and leaned against the door, "Why, I did nothing wrong, why should I listen to you? Just because you have short legs?"

Yang Mohan gritted his teeth, "Bastard!"

Xuanxuan pulled Yang Mohan's arm, "Sister. Don't be as good as him, he's just a mean."

Yang Mohan waved his fist at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang looked like a birdless posture.

After entering the bathroom, he took a shower. After taking a shower, Wang Lang was just wearing only a shorts and wandering around in the living room.

It's intentional.

Yang Mohan tried hard to calm down and finally took a sip of water, "Wang Lang, please go and put on your pants."

Wang Lang looked confident, "Why, this is my family, I can do whatever I want."

Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang with a smile, "Are you wearing it?"

Wang Lang wore big shorts.

"Wang Lang, many people died some time ago when Xuanxuan works?" Yang Mohan asked suddenly.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "I know, Xuanxuan told me everything."

"Do you know, one of the hostages said he saw you?" Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang lying on the balcony smoking.

Wang Lang was happy, "What did you see me? I was wearing shorts?"

"Wang Lang, I suspect you are the murderer." Yang Mohan stared at the back of Wang Lang's head.

Wang Lang opened his mouth, and the smoke slowly swayed out of his mouth.

"You have suspected that I killed people since you first met me. It's not surprising that you have doubted that I have been here." Wang Lang took his last breath of cigarette.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Wang Lang turned around, and with his fingertips, the cigarette butt flew into the ashtray in front of Yang Mohan.

"Someone drew a portrait of a murderer, and we called the face recognition system to extract photos of everyone in the database for comparison. Finally, fourteen people were selected. You are among them. Do you want to know what the matching degree is?" Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang took out his ears and smiled humbly, "100%?"

"Eighty-nine percent." Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang's eyes.

Wang Lang nodded, "So, I look like a murderer?"

Yang Mohan shook his head, "You either look like a murderer, you are a murderer."

Wang Lang leaned against the balcony wall and stared at Yang Mohan with a slutty look, "Then you come and catch me."

Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang, "When the evidence is conclusive, I will definitely arrest you."

Wang Lang said oh, "Then I'll wait for that day."

"Sister, Wang Lang won't kill anyone." Xuanxuan said.

Yang Mohan looked at Xuanxuan, "Miss, don't get too close to bad people, otherwise it will be easy to walk on a path of no return."

What Xuanxuan wanted to say? Yang Mohan stood up, glanced at Wang Lang and looked at Xuanxuan again, "It's getting late, I'll be here today. I'll talk to you another day. Goodbye."

"Goodbye sister." Xuanxuan sent Yang Mohan to the door.

Before leaving, Yang Mohan turned around and waved at Wang Lang and smiled, "Goodbye, Mr. Wang."

Wang Lang smiled softly and waved his hand.

Lying on the balcony, watching Yang Mohan drive away. Wang Lang lit a cigarette.

Xuanxuan walked in anxiously, "Wang Lang, what should I do? You have been suspected, why don't you leave quickly."

Wang Lang slowly smoked his cigarette, turned his head and smiled at Xuanxuan, "What are you going? Why do you want to leave? I killed people well, but are I doing something wrong? I killed someone who deserves to be damned by the legal judgment and saved innocent people. I dare not say that I am a hero. I also admit that I am a murderer, but I think I have done nothing wrong. However, if they arrest me, I will not surrender."

Xuanxuan lowered her head, bit her lip, and sobbed slightly.

Wang Lang stepped forward and held Xuanxuan's shoulder, "You are still young, the world you see is a colorful world, your future road is colorful, don't follow me, otherwise, it will be a road that goes black."

Xuanxuan raised her eyes and cried, "Why did the superhuman heroes in Hollywood blockbusters also kill bad guys, why did they get everyone's admiration, why did you kill bad guys, and that sister just wanted to catch you."

"This world needs justice, and people like Yang Mohan are needed, but." Wang Lang suddenly laughed, "This short legs are too just."

Xuanxuan glared at Wang Lang with resentment, "You can still laugh!"

Wang Lang shrugged, "This is nothing, you can just squat on the phone."

Linglong Mountain, among the villa on the top of the mountain.

There was only one Zhou Liang sitting in the huge study room. There was a row of bullets on the table in front of him, and each bullet was stained with blood.

Zhou Liang twisted a bullet and put it in front of him, rubbed his fingers and Zhou Liang stared at the bullet and came out of his mind.

He threw the bullet in his hand casually, and the bullet knocked down other bullets on the table.

Zhou Liang crossed his fingers, as if he was weighing the decision. He reached out and opened the drawer. There was a pistol in it, and a file was pressed under the pistol.

Taking out the pistol and file bag, Zhou Liang untied the rope of the file bag and took out a piece of paper from it.

There is a photo on the paper.

Photos of Wang Lang.

The three big red characters on the top of the paper.

Wanted order.
Chapter completed!