Lazy God Possession

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Zhang Feilin was still running around to take pictures. She was already addicted to it, and she changed the film roll by roll.

Nanming himself was sitting on a step, turning over the camera in her hand, while watching the photo just taken, while listening to the sister Nan talking.

Talking about her dream, she loves the pasture and affection for various animals.

"Now the ranch in Idaho is generally not very prosperous. My parents are too old. My father had a disease the year before. Since then his energy has been much worse than before, and the livestock on the ranch have been deserted ... … "Nan sighed." My father wanted to sell the ranch and even forced me out to find a job. I found a job in the city's jewellery shop. Whoever thought that the jewellery shop was closed before going to work. "

Nan played with a diamond ring on her finger and smiled bitterly: "Who thinks this thing is suddenly worthless? The world is changing fast."

Nan Ming suddenly felt ashamed. It turned out that he was the main culprit causing Sister Nan's unemployment.

"But I think this may be God's will." Nan drew a cross on his chest. "God told me not to give up the ranch, and before giving up ... you said that even diamonds can become worthless, so put the ranch It shouldn't be that difficult to develop. "

Nan Ming grinned.

"So, are you interested in investing in us ..." Nan's sentence didn't finish, and Nan Ming suddenly grabbed Nan's hand.

Sister Nan stunned, and was suddenly dragged by Nan Ming: "Flash away!"

"Hello!" A bullet flew across Nan's shoulder and hit the concrete floor in front of them.

"Peak!" Nan Ming yelled subconsciously, but didn't hear the answer. Then he suddenly remembered that he came out today without actually bringing a bodyguard!

If he didn't bring a bodyguard, who was the one who followed them just now driving behind?

Just now Nanming didn't realize this.

"Filin!" Nan Ming called out, "Hide!"

In theory. Nan Ming ’s “empathy” authority can protect the entire lazy system. In addition, Nan Ming himself and Zhao Feng Gao ’s “guardian” have extra protection, so Nan Ming is safe even without a bodyguard, and he is in danger Only one millionth.

And Zhang Feilin is different. She only has a one-in-one chance of "empathy" protection. It seems less secure.

Instantly figured this out, Nan Ming pushed Nan into the bushes next to him, and said, "You and Philin go first!"

"What do you do?" Sister Nan was startled.

"Relax, I have a way to protect myself." Nan Ming stood out and looked in the direction of the bullet just now.

A man wearing a trench coat and holding a newspaper stood behind him. Don't look carefully. Nan Ming also knows that this man's newspaper. There must be a gun with a silencer in it.

Nanming stood there, stopped the gunman's way, made the gunman pause, and laughed out loud.

He fired several shots at Nanming, but the expected blood flow into the river did not appear, Nanming still stood there without any injuries, the bullet in the gun. I don't know where to fly.

how come?

This gunman considers himself a sharpshooter. Even if it is not a sharpshooter, it is almost impossible to miss several consecutive shots at such a close distance.

"Evil Gate!" The gunman muttered, no longer controlling Nanming. Turning around and chasing in the direction of Nan, at this time Nanming had pulled out his blind stick, rounded it, and waved it out.

In the wind of "calling", the expression of the gunman suddenly changed from wondering to surprise. He jumped back and avoided Nan Ming's wave. Raised his hand and fired another shot at Nanming.

I don't believe it, this shot is not hit yet!

"Oh!" The bullet didn't know where it went.

The Gunner felt, however, that the most weird thing he had encountered in his life was this. Now Nanming was less than two meters away from him, which could not hit him?

Are you evil today?

He also wanted to shoot. Nan Ming's blind stick had been swept down by lightning. At that moment, the gunman only felt that his pistol had been hit by a train and flew out of his hand, as if a shooting star flew into the sky. The huge force came back with a shudder, a loud breaking sound from the arm, twisted into the shape of a twist.

Nanming waved a blind stick again, and the gunman rolled on the ground embarrassedly, avoiding a blind stick of Nanming dangerously and dangerously, dragging his noodle-like right hand and running away.

When escaping, people always ran fast, Nanming was neglecting to exercise again, and he couldn't catch up for a while. The gunman usually escaped to the front of a tree, and just felt that he might be safe. A black fly came out behind the tree. Shadow.

"Oh!" The gunman felt a pain in his forehead, and then knew nothing.

"Great!" Nan Ming rushed to his side with a blind stick, kicked him, and confirmed that he was in a coma, before giving thumbs up to Zhang Feilin.

Just now Zhang Feilin hid behind the tree, rounded the camera in his hand, and smashed it on the forehead of the gunman. The gunman didn't even hum, and was stunned.

Being complimented by Nan Ming, Zhang Feilin held his Lycra antique machine and smiled.

Nan looked at the camera in Zhang Feilin's hand, and couldn't help but spit out his tongue: "It must have been fainted by millions of dollars. This feeling must be unique, don't you check your camera?"

"It can't be broken, this guy is real." Zhang Feilin smiled wryly.

As if it was someone else who stunned the shooter just now.

This camera in hand is actually a one-to-one copy, which is completely printed by a 3D printer. Even if it is broken, she still has many. The real one, even Zhang Feilin, is also included in her mouth. Afraid of becoming more reluctant to use.

Although she can be regarded as a local tyrant, there are some things that really use a little less and cannot be changed with more money.

"You two ... don't seem panic at all." Nan looked at Nan Ming with a blind stick and Zhang Feilin with a camera, not sure what to say.

Who are these two people?

"Hey, I'm used to it." Zhang Feilin waved her hand and smiled sternly. "When going out to take pictures all day, you must learn to protect yourself."

People who don't know thought she was a good girl.

"Do you always encounter this kind of attack?" Nan clutched his chest. "You can scare me to death."

In the scene just now, she still has a lingering fear. In this broad daylight, she will encounter a shooting?

"I have encountered a lot." Nanming Road. "But this person's goal is not me, but you."

"I?" Nan frowned, eyes widened: "How is that possible? How is it me?"

Yeah, why is Nan? Nan is just the daughter of an ordinary farmer, what's ... wait.

"Sister Nan, you said before. You go to work in the jewelry store? What's the name of that jewelry store?"

"Debitz," Nan said, "what happened?"

"No wonder ..." Nan Ming couldn't laugh or cry. He understood why, but didn't know how to explain to Nan.

All this because of her name.

Nan Ming squatted down, groped on the gunman's body, and sighed as he groped: "I'm really not good at searching for this kind of work. If the fat is good ..."

"I've sent him a message, and he'll be here immediately." Zhang Feilin said.

"I'm afraid he'll follow me all day." Nan Ming turned for a long time, and finally pulled out a piece of paper from the shooter's underwear pocket.

There are several lists on it. Nan's name is the third, and the first two have been crossed out.

"Do you need any help?" A patrolman riding a bicycle leaned over the trail next to him, and it is estimated that there was something wrong here.

"Please ..." Nan saw the police and quickly asked for help.

Nanming interrupted her in a hurry, and said, "Nothing. Prank among friends."

"I don't think this is a prank, sir, are you attacking this gentleman?" The patrol officer saw the bag and blood on the foreman's forehead, stretched his hand to his waist, and pulled out his gun.

"He just hit the tree." Nanming wanted to quibble and heard a cry. A gun spun at a high speed, fell from the sky, and slammed on the lawn in front of Nanming, even sinking into it.

The patrol officer glanced down at the gun on the ground, then looked up at the sky, and spoke silently with Nan Ming for two minutes.

"Sir, please come with us." Then the patrolman took out the radio. "Someone is injured here and needs an ambulance ..."

Nan Ming rolled his eyes, how could it be so coincidental?

Nan looked up at the sky.

Just how high did Nan Ming shoot this gun?

Nanming didn't expect that the first place he visited when he came to Boise was the Boise police station.

The three Nanming men were taken to a BPD by a police car painted "", that is, the Boise Police Station.

The police station in Boise also perfectly matches the style of the city. The park is more like a police station than a police station. The building of the police station is not solemn. From the outside, it looks like a car 4s shop showroom.

Probably it looks like Nanming and others do n’t seem to have any attacking power. Instead, they were not allowed to wear handcuffs. However, when Nanming got out of the car, he saw Su Wenjie walking out of the police station with a rebellious teenager. Obviously, this guy Su Hao was taken out.

Seeing that Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin were brought over again, Su Wenjie didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. He left Su Hao and ran over, but was stopped by several policemen.

Nanming, a police station, was too familiar. He grew up in Chen Wei ’s police station as a child, but it was the first time that Nanming, a foreign police station, probed his head, looked around, and took out his mobile phone. He took several selfies.

The young policeman escorted him with a helpless expression, before long they handed them over to a bearded middle-aged police detective.

The middle-aged police detective was on the phone, with a serious expression on his face, looking at the expressions of the two guys in Nanming, with some dignity.

Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin sat side by side in front of the middle-aged police detective, with a clever expression on their faces, like tourists with no language.

The detective asked them a few words.

This is a countermeasure that the two men discussed on the way. It does n’t make sense, and it ’s better to say nothing.

Nan Ming glanced at his nameplate, which said "", which should be the name of the detective.

Eugene Smith.

Seeing that the two did not cooperate, Eugene made a phone call, and a police officer delivered the personal belongings of the two not long afterwards. Eugene looked at Nanming's camera across the bag and said, "The Lycra 0 series is not What the poor can afford, you should be well educated, so I guess you two can understand even if they do n’t speak. You know, if you refuse to cooperate, even if we have evidence, You can still sue you. "

Nan Ming raised his eyebrows.

"Sure enough, you can understand, so please tell me what happened? Was that guy trying to rob?"

Nanming still didn't speak. He could see the slyness in Eugene's eyes. This guy didn't really know what was happening. He was just trying to induce Nanming to talk.

"If you two don't speak, I can only interrogate your friend." Eugene said, "I think she should say something."

Nanming shrugged helplessly, "Sorry, detective. If you must get anything from me, I'm afraid there is only one group of lawyers."

"As a top rich man, I came to Boise to travel, and not only encountered robberies, but also was treated unfairly by the police. By the way, these encounters allow me to sue the Boise police station and even the entire Boise government. To bankruptcy, but I do n’t want to do it, so for the convenience of you and me, just pretend I do n’t speak English, OK? ”

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Nanming, a police station, was too familiar. He grew up in Chen Wei ’s police station as a child, but it was the first time that Nanming, a foreign police station, probed his head, looked around, and took out his mobile phone. He took several selfies.

The young policeman escorted him with a helpless expression, before long they handed them over to a bearded middle-aged police detective.

The middle-aged police detective was on the phone, with a serious expression on his face, looking at the expressions of the two guys in Nanming, with some dignity.

Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin sat side by side in front of the middle-aged police detective, with a bemused expression on their faces, as if they were tourists with no language. Selling cute, pretend language is inaccessible.

This is a countermeasure that the two men discussed on the way. It does n’t make sense, and it ’s better to say nothing.

Nan Ming glanced at his nameplate, which said "", which should be the name of the detective.

Eugene Smith.

Seeing that the two did not cooperate, Eugene made a phone call, and a police officer delivered the personal belongings of the two not long afterwards. Eugene looked at Nanming's camera across the bag and said, "The Lycra 0 series is not What the poor can afford, you should be well educated, so I guess you two should be able to listen even if they do n’t speak

Seeing that the two did not cooperate, Eugene made a phone call, and a police officer delivered the personal belongings of the two not long afterwards. Eugene looked at Nanming's camera across the bag and said, "The Lycra 0 series is not What the poor can afford, you deserve a good education, so I guess you two should be able to listen even if they don't speak (to be continued.)

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