One Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty Chapter Safety Teaching Materials, Thankfully Not Surnamed Huang

The latest website: Luke glanced at the corner vending machine with the corner of his eye.

I saw a young woman in her early twenties propped on the door of the vending machine with one hand and the other hand behind her, her facial features wrinkled.

Her face was blue, her lips were clenched, her tears and snot came down, and the black eyeshadow washed out two black tears on her cheeks, like the heroine of a ghost movie.

But the woman couldn't cry, and the unimaginable pain spread from bottom to top, and half of the abdomen and the base of the thigh seemed to be collapsing and pulling at that point.

She could only open her mouth wide, breathing in and out.

This woman is wearing a white shirt and a fancy denim vest, and a pair of tight jeans, looking very fashionable.

But at the moment, her thighs were clamped, and she was still shaking, and the puckered dolphins stretched the matte blue jeans more and more round.

Just by looking at it, Luke understood why she was a victim.

And her companion, a slightly fatter woman in loungewear, was much luckier, and could ask eagerly what happened to the jeans.

Sometimes a good-looking face is not a lucky thing. Luke could only shake his head slightly, sympathizing with him.

The Millennium Killing in reality is not as funny as in the comics.

No matter how good a relationship is, it's easy to make friends like this.

Not to mention that it was a heavy hand made by a strange man on a woman, not joking at all, and even secretly filming.

Picking up the camera from the photographer's side, Luke walked forward calmly.

Whether it was the skinny man who killed the woman for thousands of years, or the photographer, they were all light-red villains.

He didn't have the slightest burden to knock them out.

Speaking of which, there must be many women who were "stabbed in the back" by them, and hitting them with a concussion can also be regarded as justice for those women.

As he thought about it, he casually flipped through the documents in the digital camera.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it.

From the time of the video,

These two guys have filmed the attack on four women from last night to today.

Looking at the performance of those women, Luke frowned, turned around and walked back.

Back to the photographer first, he stepped on the palm of this man.

In the click, the guy screamed in pain in a daze, but he still didn't wake up.

Then Luke walked to the comatose little man lying on the side of the road, and put his foot between his pouted legs, so that the guy could also taste the taste of chrysanthemum residues.

Of course, he controls the force.

Otherwise, the photographer can amputate his hand without surgery.

Now, the two of them will be in the hospital for a few months.

And if they dare to do this kind of thing again in the future, they will definitely eat shit when they run - they have only been "beaten" by Luke, and their luck will not be very good in the future.

After cleaning up these two guys, the system actually gave a total of 100 experience points.

It was only thirty after knocking them out, and Luke went back to make up the knife to get another seventy. Obviously, the system also thought they deserved it.

Behind, the two women were in front of the vending machine, looking at this handsome guy in a black trench coat who came and went like the wind, their faces sluggish.

The victim's jeans forgot about the pain for a while, but after a while, he came back to his senses and groaned.

Her companion's home clothes were awakened: "Oh, are you still in pain? That damn change is too... uh"

The home clothes couldn't help but look at the thin man who was pouting even higher over there, and couldn't help shivering: "He, he won't die, right?"

The victim's jeans resisted the severe throbbing pain in his lower body, and gritted his teeth: "This kind of hentai, it's better if he's dead. Come, help me go home, don't call the police."

The home uniform helped her take a few steps, and asked in a low voice, "You really don't want to call the police?"

Jeans hissed and said with difficulty, "Why, do you want me to take my revenge?"

I thought about the home clothes as well, and then I smashed it, and a smile suddenly appeared on my face: "So handsome, so cold, and that black trench coat, like the domineering protagonist in the comics."

Jeans nodded subconsciously, and immediately realized that something was wrong, pinching her arm: "Why are you so blue! I still hurt."

The home service quickly apologized, but said again: "I will slowly think about it when I send you home. Oops, I forgot to take a picture. I will find the supermarket owner later and see if I can get the surveillance camera. I will transcribe it. ."

Jeans: "Record a copy for me."

Home uniform was surprised: "You don't hurt anymore?"

Jeans: "It hurts, but maybe I won't feel the pain when I look at him!"

Home clothes thoughtful: "That makes sense."

...

Luke avenged all those women, and the camera was thrown into the storage space.

Now that things have happened, whether he sees them or shows them to Selena will not change the facts.

This video should be used as a case textbook for Selena's safety training class... right?

Compared to the 100 percent he had just harvested, his work efficiency last night had more than doubled.

A day of intelligence reconnaissance made his actions more targeted.

The illegal drugs thrown into Tokyo Bay and the neon travel fund stored in the storage space have been greatly increased.

Correspondingly, the gain of experience points is 13,000.

Without such a harvest, he was not in a good mood to buy 18-flavored soda for a dog's head.

However, compared to the "hard-earned money" in Mexico, Neon basically only has sweat and no blood.

That kind of gang, each with a few lives in their hands, is the norm in Mexico, but it's a dream here in Neon.

In the few dens he took away, he couldn't even find a murderous villain, and the evil degree was all piled up by selling illegal drugs.

Luke also let several leaders disappear, and the other little brothers did not move.

Maybe soon, a legend similar to the ghost butcher will appear in the Tokyo gang, but that doesn't matter, it can also give the deity another suspicion.

...

During the day, Luke changed several places again to determine the terrain of Tokyo from a high place.

After nightfall, it was raining again in Tokyo.

Luke went to score again until ten o'clock at night.

At this moment, the rain became heavier, and his figure turned out from the street corner.

Holding the transparent Hello Kitty umbrella given by the fellow Xiao Tiantian in one hand and the sewed green bag in the other, he walked slowly to a large food stall.

The "Heike" composed of red neon lights on the upper edge of the food stalls reflects the misty night rain into circles of reddish halos.

This is Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, and this is the food stall that Luke came to.

It's one of the few open food stalls open late at night - the rest are mostly indoors.

At the moment when Luke stood in front of the food stall, the bald chef in the kitchen put down the kitchen knife in his hand, took a white and dry towel, and wiped his hands little by little.

At the same time, his slightly lowered head gradually lifted up, facing Luke, who was standing with an umbrella.

Then he grinned, stood at attention and bowed: "I've admired your name for a long time, Lord Wick."

Luke also laughed, stepped forward, and put the empty eco-bag on the stage: "Thank you for your bag. Also, just call me John."

Shaved Chef: "Hi, please take a seat. John Sand."

Luke: ...Fortunately I can't be yellow.

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