[MTL, BL] The Top Streamers of the Horror Circle are Wild in The Novice Village

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After Zhang Jianshan conveyed all the red-headed documents to Luo Hao, his tense nerves finally eased slightly.

He was very relieved, Luo Hao deserved to be an elite transferred from above, and he was able to take on such a difficult task with a smile. He was a reliable veteran!

Zhang Jiansheng lovingly looked at Luo Hao's dedicated state of checking the documents, and finally picked up the phone that had been ringing since just now: [What's the matter? 】

【Zhang Bureau! The big thing is bad, all the bright screens in the whole center have been invaded. It was written on it that the evil ghost illustration book II was Luo Hao, Luo, Luo Chu! 】

Zhang Jianshan's hand holding the mobile phone, his arm numb for a while.

"What's wrong with Bureau Zhang?" Luo Hao looked up from the document, with curiosity in his smiling eyes.

Where is the devil?

Zhang Jianshan replied calmly: "It's fine, it's just news from Wei Qing. It's been a few hours and I haven't even found a shadow. It's too incompetent." He said to the phone again: "Call me the fourth squadron , I'm going to rearrange the tasks, as soon as possible!" The

call was about to be interrupted, and Luo Hao asked, "But Bureau Zhang, I don't seem to have heard those words." His laughter grew wider.

The air suddenly filled with a bit of suffocating energy, Zhang Jianshan felt a drop of cold sweat slipping down his back along his spine. Decades of experience in leading a team told him that Luo Hao did have a problem, and that he might have a high level, which was not something ordinary people could resist.

But there is no precedent for ghosts to go out to kill people in history. Even inside the door, there are restrictions on NPC killings. Zhang Jianshan decided to take a gamble: "Xiao Luo, I heard that the higher the level of ghosts, the better their ears, and even better. It's like Shunfeng's ears." He calmly put his hand on the grab handle at his waist, "You go through a lot of doors, I wonder if you've heard of it?"

Luo Hao moved the moment Zhang Jianshan took the gun. Like a stream of light rushing towards Zhang Jianshan, the moment he was about to meet Zhang Jianshan's hand, his ears moved up and down, his eyes twitched, he retracted his hand and slammed into the window.

Bang! The glass shattered!

When Zhang Jianshan walked to the window with guns in both hands, Luo Hao was no longer on the road.

The office door was pushed open, and the captain of the fourth squadron, Xu Quan, rushed over with a group of teammates: "Zhang Bureau!"

Zhang Jianshan ordered seriously: "According to Wei Qing's specifications, to pass Luo Hao's wanted information to the media, the crime is also convicted. For a serial killer."

Xu Quan: "Zhang Bureau, we probably don't need to do this job. Now the conspicuous plug-in electronic screens on the road have turned into Luo Hao's face. Local news has been uproarious."

"What!" Zhang Jianshan turned on the TV in shock.

[As of 7 p.m. today, a large number of citizens reported that a stranger's face was connected to their TV at home. 】

嗞 嗞—before the

news was finished, everything on the TV screen turned into a white background. On the screen was a half-length photo of Luo Hao wearing the uniform of the Investigation Bureau, and there was even a badge on his chest.