Feren took two steps forward, stretched out his right hand, and clamped the wrist of the black man Alamein, making a "click" sound.
Alamein's hand stopped immediately, and could no longer penetrate deeper into Rourou's skirt. He gasped for cold air and yelled with a crooked mouth: "It hurts, it hurts... let the hell go!"
Hearing Alamein's dirty words, Feren pulled out the Glock and put it on his forehead, saying: "Let this lady go first!"
Seeing Feilun pull out a pistol, Pan Lin and the two girls were startled and even screamed, but they were completely covered up by the loud dance music.
Alamein was even scared to death, fearing that Faerun's gun would accidentally go off, so he hurriedly said: "Okay... I'll let him go now." With that, he threw the mixed-race girl Rourou onto the high chair.
superior.
Fearon then took back his gun and shouted coldly to Alamein: "Get out!"
Of course Alamein was not willing to give in and protested: "Do you know who I am? How dare you point a gun at me? Also, this is HK and you openly carry a gun. I want to call the police!"
Fearon muttered: "Call the police? No problem, I'm the police, you can report it as you like!" He flashed his police card, "You just blatantly molested this young lady. I saw it clearly. How are you going to explain it?"
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Alamein, a black man who looks rough on the surface, is actually quite smart. He rolled his eyes, pointed at Rouju and said, "Did I molest her? Who can prove it? Sir, you don't want to frame me, do you?" After a pause.
Then he said, "And you openly pulled out a gun and all of us saw it. I will definitely file a complaint against you."
Fearon was not afraid at all, and said calmly: "Then go and complain." After saying that, he took out the Glock again, pointed at Alamein and said: "Hurry up and call 9991 and give you three seconds, otherwise I will shoot you."
Shot."
"You, what do you want to do?" Alamein protected his head with his hands and looked at Faerun fearfully.
When Pan Lin saw this, he was very dissatisfied and said: "Ah Sir, why are you threatening my friend like this?"
Before he finished speaking, Feilun's gun was already pointed at Pan Lin, and he said evilly: "You talk so much nonsense? Believe it or not, I'll kill you with one shot?"
Pan Lin was frightened to death. Only then did he realize that the gun was pointing at him and not pointing at him were completely different things. His legs could not help but tremble, but the soft and long-haired girl felt that Faerun drank too much wine and went crazy.
The bartender at the bar also felt this way, and quickly helped call 9991 in private to prevent the death of the person from waiting for the lottery, and the entire bar's business was also stopped.
Seeing that Alamein was indifferent, Fearon urged: "Why don't you call the police? 1..."
Alamein almost peeed out of fright. He quickly clasped the rope and took out his mobile phone, but dropped it on the ground with a tremor. When he was hesitating whether to pick up the mobile phone or not, the nearby patrol police on night duty had already received the report and rushed over. He squeezed through the crowd and stood next to him.
When he was still five or six meters away, he took out the .38 he was wearing and pointed it at Feren, shouting in unison: "Don't move, put the gun down!"
At this moment, all the men and women in the bar within a few meters heard the shouting, and no one knew who took the lead. They screamed in surprise and ran away. In an instant, the territory between Feren and the two patrol policemen was vacated.
When Feilun saw his colleagues arriving, he smiled and said: "Don't be impulsive, you are one of our own." He showed his ID.
The two patrol policemen breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not relax their vigilance. One of them said: "Brother, please put down your gun first!"
Upon hearing this, Fearon put the gun on the bar and slid over, saying: "They and I were just joking. If you don't believe me, you can check my gun."
One of the patrol officers casually picked up the Glock on the bar, and suddenly felt that the weight on his hand was wrong, and said in shock: "Fake gun?!"
Ferensch casually walked over, took the Glock from his hand, and said with a smile: "Of course, otherwise what do you think? I'm already off work, how could I still carry a gun with me." After that, he pointed at a man on the bar.
The glass held the gun.
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The plastic projectile scratched and hit the glass, bounced into a dark corner and disappeared, leaving not even a small crack on the cup. The power was definitely less than two joules.
Seeing this, the two patrol policemen breathed a sigh of relief, took back their point-and-thirty-eight points, and said, "Brother, you can't make such a joke even if you've drunk too much! If you scare someone, you'll scare them to death."
Pan Lin and others were also dumbfounded. They had no idea that Faerun would scare them with a fake gun. Alamein felt even more embarrassed because he felt that his underwear was a little wet.
But the actual situation is that what Feren took out was a real gun the first time, and he changed it to a toy gun the second time. Of course, this is not something that can be explained to outsiders.
After taking notes as usual, after sending the two patrol policemen away, Ferron returned to Alamein with a toy gun and said: "Mr. Black man, your courage is really smaller than the eye of a needle. If you want to complain to me,
, just go ahead!”
Alamein immediately blushed and ran away angrily. Pan Lin quickly dropped the long-haired girl and chased after Alamein.
When Fei Lun saw this scene, he shook his head and smiled, glanced at the two girls, and was planning to go back to Cai Jiang and the others while the crowd was sparse, but the mixed-race girl Rourou said: "Handsome Sir, don't invite us.
Want a drink?"
Feilun paused and leaned against the bar. He muttered, "Rourou, right? Did I hear it wrong or did you say it wrong? I invited you both to drink, right?"
"Of course I'm right. If you don't hero save the beauty and don't invite her for a drink, how would you have the chance to meet our beautiful lady Liu?" With that said, Rourou pushed the long-haired girl in front of Feilun.
The long-haired girl's pretty face was slightly red, she glared at Rourou angrily and said, "Sir, thank you for rescuing me and Rourou just now."
Seeing this, Feilun shrugged at Rourou and said, "Okay, I have to admit that your companion is a beauty. What kind of drink would you like to drink?"
Rourou said nonchalantly: "Whatever, the key is that you invite me."
Fearon tilted his head and ordered the bartender: "Three glasses of brandy."
The bartender moved quickly and quickly brought the brandy. Rourou reached out her hand to bring the drink, but Feilun held down the glass and said: "If you want to drink, you have to show your ID first. I don't want to look back."
Charged with inviting a minor to drink."
Rourou was not stupid, she smiled and said: "SIR, I think you want to know our real names, right?"
Fei Lun curled his lips noncommittally and said: "Love is bright or not. If you don't shine, I will finish three glasses of wine in the blink of an eye."
Rourou still wanted to be pretentious, but the long-haired girl took out her ID card and flashed it in front of Feilun's eyes, saying playfully: "Did you see it clearly?"
"Of course, it's Liu Xiangyao, it's a very common name." Feilun said, "You're so childish." He almost made the long-haired girl Liu Xiangyao angry to death.
However, Feilun pushed a glass of brandy in front of her and said with a smile: "You are nineteen, so drinking is no problem."
Rourou next to her widened her eyes like a panda and said in astonishment: "Sir, handsome guy, are you sure you didn't learn about Yaoyao's information in advance, but from what she testified just now?
of?"
Feilun did not answer her directly, but just said: "If you don't believe me, you can prove it!"
As expected, Rourou couldn't stand the excitement. She took out her ID card and passed it in front of Fei Lun faster than Liu Xiangyao, and then said: "Tell me, what is my name? You can't tell me?"
"Hey~ Rao Zhirou, this girl is so frustrated!" Feilun shook his head, with a "you are hopeless" expression on his face. He pushed another glass of brandy in front of her and said: "I didn't expect that you not only put on makeup,
She looks old and is half a year older than Yaoyao."
When the mixed-race girl Rao Zhirou heard this, she was surprised, ashamed and angry, and shouted: "I don't know how good my name is, but your name is so bad."
Feilun took a sip of the brandy and said, "You don't even know my name, how do you know if I am frustrated or not?"
Rao Zhirou said unreasonably: "Anyway, I know that no matter what your name is, you will be defeated."
Feilun was too lazy to argue with her and raised his glass to Liu Xiangyao: "I'm frustrated, I know, cheers!"
Liu Xiangyao's temperament was quite gentle. Faced with the invitation from her benefactor to save the siege, she touched it with Feilun without much hesitation, then took a small sip of brandy and tasted it briefly.
Seeing this, Rao Zhirou clinked glasses with Feilun unwillingly, swallowed a big mouthful of brandy, and said, "Tell me, what's your name?"
Feilun joked: "You care about me? I won't date you, and you two don't want to date me either!"
"Tch, rare!" Rao Zhirou waved to Feilun, drank the remaining brandy in the cup, and said with a smile on her face: "I'm going to sing!" As she said that, she moved lightly towards the singing stage.
go.
Liu Xiangyao hurriedly confessed to Feilun: "Sir, don't worry, Rourou has this temper. She has had some problems at work recently, so she is not in a good mood..."
Feilun waved his hand and said: "I don't care, it's just that your friend seems to have drunk a little too much, and you still go up to sing like this. Are you not afraid of being exposed?"
Liu Xiangyao was stunned for a moment and said, "It's okay. She likes to get on her face when drinking. In fact, it's okay to drink half a catty of white wine."
"Oh? Really?" Feilun raised his eyebrows and said, "Then when she comes back, we can have a few more rounds of drinks
At this time, Rao Zhirou on the stage had already ordered a classic old song "Walking in a Chic Style" and started singing.
"The heaven and the earth are long, passers-by are in a hurry, the tide rises and falls; grudges and grudges, life and death grow old, how many people can see through it..."
As soon as the first verse was sung, the bartenders in the audience started cheering. It must be said that the song "A Chic Walk" sung by Rao Zhirou was eighty-nine times similar to the original version. Even the sense of vicissitudes of life was imprinted on it.
It's so complete that it can almost look fake.
Feilun was also generous with his compliments and said, "Yao Yao, don't you see that your Rourou has some talent in singing!"
Liu Xiangyao shrugged and said: "She is already in the industry. If she doesn't even have this singing skill, how can she still hang out?"
"Oh?" Feilun raised his eyebrows, "No wonder Pan Lin just said something about people inside and outside the industry, but he was talking about the entertainment industry!"
Liu Xiangyao nodded, but her expression became unnatural, and she obviously had a grudge against Pan Lin.