There was a stabbing sound It was the roar of an electric guitar.
The young man jumped on the stage, the corners of his mouth were raised, and even though he was wearing a black feather mask on his face, the tear mole in the corner of his eyes was flying fiercely.
From the moment the thin nine fingers are placed on the guitar.
The field is hot But in addition to that.
It's the U.S. police who patrol at the door.
I don't know if it's a routine check or something.
Bo Jiu, who was standing on the stage, obviously saw it, but he was not affected at all, the black leather jacket, plus the action of her fingers holding the microphone, was very handsome, and the singing swept over.
She sings in Chinese.
"The bell rings the signal to return home, in his life, as if with a little sigh, the meaning of black skin to him, is a lifetime of dedication, in the struggle of skin color, years and years turn possession into loss, tired eyes with expectation" In the glorious days of the rock version, music has no borders, and as long as the atmosphere is driven, the people in the audience will naturally wave their hands.
This greatly hindered the movement of the police.
But there is no way, after all, they have no evidence in their hands, The only thing that was certain now was that Smith had arrived fifteen minutes earlier, and had accosted a man, swinging in the middle of a crowd.
Follow the highest instructions of the police station.
There will be a z here.
But so many people.
Where will z be Every policeman on duty had a serious expression.
After all, they really wanted to catch that person so badly.
Now that I finally have the opportunity, how can I let it go However, with such thoughts, none of them looked at the teenager in the dark, holding a microphone.
The black eyes were still shining with a little light, like a cat teasing a mouse.
Foreshadowing the real start of the game Ari came in at this time.
Behind him was Qin Mo.
Qin Mo was still wearing a school uniform from China.
After the nightclub people saw him, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes.
But remembering that this is a masquerade dance venue today, I have accepted it a little.
After all, although this Oriental man came in sportswear, the aura on his body was so noble that everyone around him couldn't help but feel cold.
As for why Crooked Guoren thinks that Qin Shen is wearing sportswear, let's make up for the domestic school uniforms, um Ai Rui also felt that Qin Mo's style was really not suitable for this kind of place where demons danced wildly.
He's going to have a headache in a minute.
Do you want to tell the great gods, there is still a difference between their Fifth Avenue and Huaxia.
"The music is too loud, isn't it?"
said this sentence, which Ari shouted.
Qin Mo put one hand towards his trouser pocket, his side face was light, and many people began to look back, but he seemed to have no difference between walking here and walking into the classroom: "Where is Smith?"
This was what Qin Mo had told Ai Rui in advance.
Let him send someone to keep an eye on Smith.
After all, this is a masquerade.
As soon as Smith put on other clothes, it would be difficult to find them.
Z is likely to take advantage of the chaos to get people away.
How about Smith, he doesn't really care.
He wanted to know.
That z.
Who the hell is it.
That's right, this is the reason why Qin Mo decided to come to Fifth Avenue after seeing those materials.
The army also gave him news and told him to go back in a few days.
Before the past.
If he doesn't come to Fifth Avenue, he just won't give up.
After all, the other party is a hacker, isn't it?
Still such a clever hacker. aa2705221: