Fury Ocean

The sky was gloomy, and lead-like clouds piled together, as if tens of thousands of monsters were tearing at each other's body. Even without looking at the eyes, you could feel the squeezed anger brewing to the extreme, and the mountains were over the head. Bayi Chinese website W said W said W eight. 8 nets 1 small ＺW. Com

The rain had not fallen for a whole day, and the air had frozen around without any shadow of wind. The crowded and chaotic group of people was covered with sweat, and the sounds of barking and quarreling and cursing gathered into unspoken murmurs, but the anger in their hearts could not be released with one; a sudden slap in the face, an inexplicable cry, As the golden figure rushed into the crowd, the order that was about to collapse finally could not bear the anger of the people and was fragmented.

Fists, sticks, banners, nails and saliva, messy crowds rolling around like monsters, hissing and shouting sounded no different from the dog barks sandwiched between them, looking ugly and weird, but very lively.

Some children feel fear, or cry because of congestion, but no one cares. At this moment, the blood of their mother, or father, brother and sister is boiling, their will is firm, their faces and eyes are like Like blood, he releases the fierce light that he dare not reveal on weekdays.

"Kill them!"

"kill him!"

Inside the gate of the training camp, the 'sister' stopped yelling, and looked at the scene in confusion and horror. Its lack of spiritual head could not understand. How could a person who gets along well on weekdays become like this and why? The breath became so strange that it was even more unpleasant than the wolf urine sprinkled on the bush. Suddenly for a moment, it saw the golden retriever falling to the ground from the gap between the legs of a shaking person, and then someone's feet and sticks fell on it, and the next moment, Xiaobo with his upper body rushed forward and his head was flowing. Blood, holding half of the frame in his hand, yelling desperately in his mouth.

"Don't hit it, you will die, you will die!"

Crying voice. Xiao Bo tried his best to state the consequences of what he believed in, not so much as a warning but as a reminder. In words, the meaning of petition and compassion is as strong. When angry people heard such a voice, instead of believing, they experienced shame.

People are more angry than before, and their eyes are about to be burned by the flames.

"Hear not, hear not!"

"The dogs of those in power. Killing is dead!"

"I let you call!"

A young man in his early twenties waving his fist and staring at his red eyes, as if facing the enemy of life and death, his girlfriend next to him was desperately scolding something, despite the crowded shape, he still contributed his strength and used his nail Traces were left on the stranger's body and face. Bayi Chinese website Net 8 small 1ｚw. com

"Eight years ..."

"Where's your back office ..."

"When you say collect, collect ..."

"Who gives you rights!"

In the chaotic scenes, people desperately called for justice, everyone was unwilling to fall behind, for fear that their claims would be missed. Outside the crowd. The two cameras were working nervously, with two journalists, a man and a woman next to them, interpreting them with trembling and excited voices.

"Here is the Xishan training camp. Eight years ago, a 'Vip' was forced to enclose without knowing where they came from. These are the villagers who originally lived nearby ..."

"Only this land under the mountain can be inhabited and cultivated ..."

"We don't know the purpose of the training camp so far, we only know all the requirements it puts forward, and the government will meet them unconditionally ..."

"... From this point of view, it is more like a resort ..."

"Photographed, photographed!"

Different from the female reporter's eloquent commentary. The male journalist with a little bit of attention paid more attention to the picture, instructed the cameraman to adjust the direction and perspective, and recorded the wonderful shots.

The weather is so hot that his clothes are soaked. The mind is a little groggy, but has a strong sense of responsibility and excitement to stimulate the potential of the body, and sway with sweat.

"Close-up the child, pat her face, crying, you have to squat. Boxer ... who?"

The shoulder was shot again, and Nanji was in a bad position, feeling very angry.

"What are I doing?"

The vision and the world suddenly shaken, a small fist quickly zoomed in, and then his eyes darkened.

It was too late to feel the pain, and the male journalist fell and collapsed on the ground. The camera being directed heard a noise, and turned back strangely.

"Who are you? How do you fight ... ah!"

His knee was severely blown, and the bone fracture was clear and audible. He wanted to stand up and had to kneel back. When his body was about to fall, he was grasped by one hand with his shoulder. Bayi Chinese Network W Network www. 1 in 8 1W. Com

"Keep shooting at this angle, don't stop."

Commanded, Niu Ben turned and said to the stunned female reporter: "You too, keep shooting, keep talking."

No matter what they did, the cow rushed up, inhaled, and took a few steps towards the crowd that was tumbling like a monster, leaping high.

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Star Hotel, 4th floor, elegant room with swallowtail hall.

As one of the best hotels in Cinque Terre, it takes a lot of thought to decorate the elegant room. When you walk in, it does n’t feel like a hotel at first, but in a host with a different sexuality. Not only is the furniture fully furnished, but many more Small things with a warm atmosphere.

In the center of the table is not a flower, but a doll with a flirtatious shape, with a ribbon around its neck, a delicate card attached to it, and a neat line in standard font.

On the wall on the side of the table, the original landscape map of Wuniu was replaced. It was replaced by a pair of embroidery. There was a wide water, a sky, and the weeping willows on the shore reflected into the shade. Two flying swallows slanted the water surface. The figure occupies the most important position in the large pattern, and it seems that it can compete with the world.

In front of the window was a place to rest. On the sand of each other, Huo Mingfeng was dressed casually. A handsome haze piled up on his handsome face. The calm eyes of Su Ri drifted away, and he was a little bit surprised. Opposite him, Cheng Muyun was wearing a military uniform today, with sharp-edged faces, the air of military and military force came to his face, more upright than usual.

"What's going on with Wang Ming, don't you come?"

After waiting for a while, Huo Mingfeng was agitated and stood up to the window and looked around.

Sida Shaozhuang hasn't arrived yet, but he certainly won't fall from the sky. Huo Mingfeng is not looking at people, but hoping to find a way to relax. He held the window sill with both hands, his fingers were a little white because of too much force. The dark sky outside, the rumble of thunder sounded gradually, as if to advance the night.

This weather does not help relax. It makes people feel uneasy.

"You are too nervous."

Cheng Muyun flipped over a newspaper and said lightly, "To decide your life today, you should be excited, but don't be nervous."

Huo Mingfeng trembled slightly and said, "It's up to you to decide your life."

Cheng Muyun nodded calmly. Said: "Yes."

Huo Mingfeng said in a bitter voice, "Why aren't you excited?"

Cheng Muyun pointed to his own heart and replied, "I'm very excited, but it only exists here, and it will not be revealed to anyone."

Huo Mingfeng suddenly gritted his teeth and hesitated, "Brother, this matter ..."

"Do you want to regret it?" Cheng Muyun raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes gradually sharpened.

"No ... Shangguan hero is coming back. How can you let Feiyan accept in such a short time ..."

"You used to indulge in flowers, why didn't you understand this?" Cheng Muyun smiled. He looked proud and scornful: "Women, one night is enough."

After hearing these words, Huo Mingfeng had a cloud of blood on his face, and his eyes were humiliated and angry. He was about to say something. The door was suddenly opened, and a polite voice came from his ear.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Huo, the guest is here."

As soon as the words fell, a fierce figure rushed in. Accompanied by the same hot voice as the body, there seemed to be a lot of dissatisfaction.

"It ’s just the two of you asking for an apology, why is Wang Ming? Why do n’t you invite me, don't know if Yanzi and I are close relatives, or do you think reporters are inferior?"

Shangguan Feiyan followed. The look was faint, not like being angry, but also not being happy.

"Uh?" Huo Mingfeng stayed for a while to see Ai Weier, and his conflicting mood was even more messy.

"Who dares reporters be inferior." Cheng Muyun stood up, stood still in front of Huo Mingfeng, and stretched out his hand firstly: "Miss Wei Wei, don't be angry. This is my idea. I don't think about it, I will punish three cups later."

"It's almost ... what's written?" Ang Kuo stepped to the table, and Avril softly read the words on the card. "Congratulations to Miss Feiyan on her coming of age!"

Cheng Muyun smiled and replied: "I have to think of a name to eat, and it's not easy to say apology directly, right? Miss Fei Yan is about to graduate. Today, it should be her adulthood ceremony."

As he moved his chair away, he reached out his hand, calling enthusiastically.

"Come here, Feiyan sit here, the subject is yours."

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The stick representing the killer fell, and Bai Ying, who was trying to help, rushed out at the same time. The moment before the two met, there was an extra figure above his head.

"Damn dog ..."

"Tong!" The soft face plate collided with the hard knee, and the half of the face of the swinging man collapsed into it. The huge force destroyed the gum and transmitted it. His head was shaken violently to one side, and the sweat on his face was sprayed into fog. Several teeth and blood flew out of the open lips.

"what!"

The cheek was not a fatal place. The man with a stick waving screamed and threw himself at the crowd. The next second, the stick in his hand was taken away, and the wind screamed.

"what!"

"Who!"

"you dare!"

"Help!"

The head, abdomen, knees, feet, fractures and screams went one after another. Each of the close people was attacked, first angry, then frightened by the severe pain, trying to escape and retreat, but was blocked by the people behind him. road.

"Murder!" A middle-aged woman shouted in the crowd, her voice was sharp, but it didn't mean much frightening.

"Kill him!" Nearby, a **** fish was tattooed on the neck, and the mouth of the strong man corresponding to the population shouted, "Hit, don't be afraid, we are from ..."

The wooden stick smashed into his mouth like a spear, and finally the word "wei" was blocked back stiffly, and the strong man's eyes widened, his expression was incredible, as if he didn't understand what had happened.

"Blackfish Gang, Lao Hei have you here?"

Asking on his mouth, Niuben's movement didn't stop, his wrists were strong, and the stick was stirred in his mouth.

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... (To be continued.)