MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act twenty-seventh sequel

The first reaction when he saw his action was sulphuric acid. The artist who ate his face was poured sulphuric acid. Linglang was definitely not the first one to encounter it, and it would not be the last.

He reflexively reached out to stop, saying that it was late, but then, a figure flew over and pressed Ling Lang down under him, followed by a scream that made everyone shudder shivering.

There was a sudden mess in the hall, and people fled around, screaming one after another, for fear of getting a little bit of corrosive liquid.

The agent threw Ling Lang with only one instinct. After the brain reacted, a strong sense of fear sprang up. He kept screaming uncontrollably. When he saw Ling Lang took off his mask and asked him anxiously, he saw The other party's mouth was moving but no sound was heard.

The agent called for a long time, finally stopped, looked down at himself being splashed with sulfuric acid, realized that something was wrong.

He put his hand under the nose and smelled it, licked it again, and scolded angrily, "Sun, it's glucose!"

Ling Lang breathed a long sigh of relief, and the worried expression on his face disappeared for a moment. The agent suddenly regretted it. He rarely saw Ling Lang showing his true feelings, especially for his worried appearance. He would have installed it for a while before he knew .

The security guard who didn't know where he was just now saw that the murderer was not holding sulfuric acid in his hand, so he ran over aggressively and firmly subdued the opponent who tried to escape.

Feng Hao stepped up to Ling Lang, but the first thing he did was to pat the agent's shoulder again and again, "I did not read you wrong. I will give you a raise."

Having said that, he pulled Ling Lang, "Hurry up, you won't be able to leave in a while."

The agent was so stupid that he was so stupid that he didn't understand that his salary had a half dime relationship with Feng Hao. The reporters who reacted watched Feng Hao pull away Ling Lang and had to transfer the target to the unsettled agent.

The agent then reacted and was abandoned again, shouting shouting in the encirclement, "Day, anyway, you bring me too, for whom did I get wet!"

Feng Hao sat in the driver's seat and quickly started the car. "Did you know that person?"

Ling Lang shook his head. "I haven't seen it before."

"It looks like you're staring at you, but fortunately it's not sulfuric acid, or ..." He glanced at Ling Lang's clothes, and even if he was protected by a broker, there was inevitably being dripped with liquid.

The first thing Feng Hao did when he returned home was to call back in the bedroom. Ling Lang turned on the TV. The faces of the agent and the murderer turned into the camera alternately. In front of countless cameras, the murderer talked nonsense.

"I know you're watching, I used to watch you on TV, and finally it's your turn to watch me on TV, and finally one day I can let you hear my voice ... let me go!"

He stubbornly struggled with the police behind him, desperately moved his face closer to the camera, "I want to tell you, I like you, I want to strip you, lock you, kiss you, possess you ..."

"Shut up to Lao Tzu!" The agent inserted a voiceover, and wanted to pounce on him but was stopped by the police. The murderer was excited and smiled, "I even want to beat you with a whip, I want to make your feet soft, I want to hear You cry and ask for mercy ... "

Ling Lang helped the sink to vomit for a long time. It was exactly the same thing. Feng Hao said it. He accepted it without much resistance. Speaking from other populations, it made him so sick and nauseous. Is it the cause of allergic sequelae?

The efficiency of media resolution is much faster than that of the police. It takes less than half a day to sort out the ins and outs of the case. The murderer used to be a loyal fan of Ling Lang and was even obsessed with metamorphosis.

After the relationship between Ling Lang and Feng Hao was semi-public, the murderer was hated by love. He mixed with the crew, first blended the melted chocolate into Ling Lang's coffee, and then laid an ambush at the hospital entrance to try hard hands, but he was not expected to be in the hospital. There were many identical bottles, and he took the wrong bottle in anxiety and accidentally saved Ling Lang's life.

Afterwards, the hospital was forced to count all the drip bottles, and eventually found that the bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid, which had been used to harm people, was 98% concentrated.

The next day, the media further exposed the murderer's residence. The wall was densely covered with Ling Lang's photos and posters. DVDs and magazines printed with Ling Lang's images could be seen everywhere. Even on the bed were real pillows like Ling Lang. .

A large number of yellow pictures were found on his computer, all of which were Ling Lang's avatar on the male exposed body PS, and numerous protagonist names were replaced with Ling Lang's **** meat.

Finally, the police also found a tattered prison uniform in his home, and detected the murderer's DNA on the prison uniform. Once this news came out, Ling Lang couldn't eat for a whole day.

The next day Ling Lang got used to getting up early, and taking the newspaper was almost the only chore that Feng Hao had to do when he was at home—if it was a chore.

The drawer at the bottom of the cabinet is very low. Usually Ling Lang can open it with a hand. However, today he hesitated, lowering his head, biting the handle with his teeth to pull the drawer apart. .

He skillfully covered the flannel in the newspaper, shoved it, and turned around, Feng Hao's feet appeared in sight.

"I'm worried about your body, so take a look," Feng Hao squatted and stroked his head, "I didn't expect you to do so well."

Ling Lang bit the newspaper and couldn't speak, only blinking twice.

"But you have just recovered. I'm not assured. You don't need to take a newspaper these days and you can pause your exercise."

Ling Lang felt that the second half was really good. He handed the newspaper to Feng Hao and followed him back to the bed.

Feng Hao opened the entertainment version, and Ling Lang's name did not unexpectedly appear on the front page, but today's content is slightly different from the previous days.

Usually the place where the artist's photo should have appeared, but two clear front and side head portraits were published, and the red letters in bold below wrote the word wanted.

Wanted notices were published in the entertainment edition, and this situation was unprecedented, let alone linked to Ling Lang's name.

Only then did Ling Lang notice the headline of the headline-"The culprit who attacked Ling Lang recently escaped during escrow and his whereabouts are unknown."

Ling Lang originally thought that Feng Hao would react after seeing the news, such as forbidding him to go out, but Feng Hao's performance was extremely indifferent. He turned the page blankly, as if nothing had happened.

After breakfast, the two drove to the crew, and Ling Langyi appeared in the crew. Everyone came around to ask him for his warmth, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh, dear Xiaolanglang ~" The director rushed over with enthusiasm. Linglang flashed, and he slammed into the door behind Linglang. "His mud?" He asked with tears in his nose.

The person in charge of affairs also chased Ling Lang and apologized. "That person is a temporary worker. I blame me for not scrutinizing it. In the future, I must recruit three generations, and I would rather kill three thousand by mistake rather than miss one."

Finally, the poor assistant who was taught by the agent, "I promise that in the future, people will be in the coffee, people will take the coffee, and they will not give the criminals any opportunity, and I will never auction you on the Internet again. The clothes are humming. "

"Where's the golden retriever?" Ling Lang glanced around the set and didn't see the golden figure.

"The veterinarian said that fortunately, eating less was not a big deal," someone replied, "there was no show in the early stage, so it didn't come."

Feng Hao waited until there was no one around him, before he got into his ear and teased, "Concerned about the same kind?"

Ling Lang pretended not to understand, "caring about colleagues."

"PrisonBreakbackOceanII" takes a purely commercial route. The plot is much more dogmatic than the previous one. Ling Lang plays a completely different role from the previous one. He is a little smart, loves to take advantage of the small, smooth mouth, greedy for life, but afraid of death, but it is very unexpected. Righteousness.

Before meeting Feng Hao, he was a dormless little **** on the street, and his undercover boy had a whimper.

Ling Lang and his younger brother were lying in an ambush in a warehouse on the dock. He had accidentally learned that there would be a deal here tonight. He thought it was just smuggling tobacco and alcohol, and wanted to take the opportunity to see if there was a chance to get some oil and water.

"Brother, I want to pee," the younger brother waited too long, and was obviously a bit breathless.

"Forbearance," Ling Lang scolded him, "how can you be such a big deal."

The younger whispered a few words in a low voice, "Smuggling two cigarettes is also a big thing. I have the ability to get some flour to sell."

Ling Lang is going to hit him, "How many times have I told you, if you dare touch that, I'll ... hush--"

When he heard someone coming in, he immediately signaled to the other person to snoring. The two people held their breaths and hid behind the box, and recognized from the sound of footsteps. There were many people, and then the sound of the box made a loud noise, Ling Langton felt bad. It doesn't sound like the weight that tobacco and alcohol will have.

The two sides of the transaction were very quiet, and there was no extra words. Ling Lang could not see the outside, but a slight mechanical sound came from his ears, which made him look more and more nervous. Although the younger brother was unknown, his expression was probably similar. Guessing something was bad and covered his mouth nervously.

Ling Lang grabbed the brother's hand and wrote the word Cancel in the other's hand. The brother knew and nodded desperately. The two gave up the previous plan, and they lurked in place, waiting for the outside people to evacuate immediately.

The transaction seems to be over, footsteps are drifting away, and the entire warehouse is quiet again. The younger brother made a gesture to Ling Lang, Ling Lang returned a gesture of waiting, and quietly poked his head from the hiding place.

As soon as he made a comeback, Ling Lang was dumbfounded. Several dark-painted barrels aimed straight at himself. He swept his eyes to the center of the warehouse and saw Feng Hao.

Both Ling Lang and his younger brother were taken to Feng Hao. Ling Lang finally realized that they had smuggled cigarettes and alcohol, and they were clearly arms. Where was the younger brother who had seen this battle, he immediately knelt softly.

A mandarin-speaking Southeast Asian spoke, "Sticky?"

Someone on the other side of the deal answered, "It looks like it's not."

"Regardless of whether he saw it, he died."

As soon as his voice came down, he suddenly brushed around with the sound of the gun loading, and the crotch of his brother became wet immediately.

Ling Lang was too nervous, his legs were shaking, but he still worked hard to raise his head and put on a negotiating gesture, "I swear we will say nothing."

The little chick nodded like a pecking rice.

"Dead man, can't say," the Southeast Asians waved, and their men raised their guns at the same time and aimed at the two.

Ling Lang took a step closer to his brother's direction subconsciously, and his face also showed fear. Could he really die here today?

"Slow," Feng Hao, who had been watching indifferently, suddenly opened his mouth, and the people present looked at him in unison.

Feng Hao's gaze was toward Ling Lang, "Come here."

Ling Lang looked at him first, and then looked nervously to the left and right. Their guns had not been stolen, and it was not possible to catch a sudden fire, and his life was over.

Feng Hao saw his concerns, and if he waved his hands casually, his men hesitated to put down their guns.

"Come," he repeated again.

Ling Lang came to him at a slight speed.

"Come back a bit."

The distance between the two can already reach each other as soon as they reach out.

Feng Hao pinched Ling Lang's chin and looked his face left and right.

"first name."

Feng Hao's words were too concise, and Ling Lang took a moment to understand that he was asking his name.

"no name."

Seeing that Feng Hao didn't say anything, he added, "I'm an orphan, and no one gave a name."

"Then what do others call you?"

"Everyone on the road calls me Lang brother," Ling Lang deliberately pretended to be a tough stance. He had already seen it. It was absolutely useless to show weakness to this person for mercy, but it was better to take a stab at the front.

"Bold! Dare to call yourself Brother Feng!" One of his men reprimanded.

Feng Hao shook his head and motioned.

"Want to die?" He asked Ling Lang.

"Of course not," he answered honestly.

"Follow me after that," Feng Hao said lightly, and everyone in the audience, including Ling Lang, was surprised.

"Wait a minute!" The Southeast Asians stopped.

Feng Hao raised his palm to keep him from talking.

Ling Lang was frightened by his words. He didn't make a stand for a long time. Feng Hao rarely asked again patiently, "how?"

"What about him?" Ling Lang pointed at his brother on the ground.

Feng Hao shook his head. "He can't."

The younger brother instantly showed despair.

"I can't do that, either," Ling Lang resolutely refused. Many people in the presence took a breath, and the expression on the younger brother's face was sad and happy, as if he would cry next second.

Feng Hao stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked under his hands. He had never seen him laugh since he followed Feng Hao.

He looked up, but the target of the conversation was Southeast Asians. "I want these two."

The other gritted his teeth. "No, outsiders are not reliable."

"Since I spoke, they are no longer outsiders."

"You do n’t know who they are. How do you know they are undercover?"

"I swear I'm not!" The younger brother interjected in a panic, "I won't tell anyone about tonight!"

"I swear," Ling Lang said, "if he said, I'll kill him and kill myself."

Feng Hao's eyes sank in dismay, "Dare you mention the word suicide again, I will kill you first."

Ling Lang was shocked by his moodiness, and he dared not speak again for a long time.

"I'm different ..." The last meaning of Southeast Asians can never be said, because at this moment there is a bullet hole in the center of his brow. He stared at Feng Hao inconceivably, then fell down slowly, that half sentence The words became his last words.

Ling Lang was also dead. He was standing opposite Feng Hao, but he couldn't even see how he pulled the gun. Now the opponent's hand is still resting on his shoulder, as if treating him as a natural stock. .

The people of Southeast Asians reacted this time, and it was too late to think about resistance. The younger brother saw the gangster fire for the first time, and shook his head in horror. When he stopped, the gunfire was over and there were a few more Dead body.

Ling Lang looked at Feng Hao in shock. Then he realized that the person he met today was not a person in the ranks with the so-called "brother" on the "Dao" before. He could wipe his eyes without blinking. A person's life is like stepping on an ant.

Feng Hao took up his gun casually, "From today on, you're called Xiao Ling."