Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself

As night fell, New York City was brightly lit and drunk.

A greasy middle-aged white man walked into the cafe, ordered a cup of caramel cappuccino and a plate of snacks, and then made it by the window facing the street.

The dim yellow lanterns covered the street. Pedestrians on the street came and went. Some were in a hurry, others were strolling at random, and some stopped to take pictures. The most photographed was naturally the Heifan Building across the street. The sailing ship standing on the top of the building was lit with lights, and it was like a magical pirate ship in the sky under the vast night.

For example, Captain Jack's Black Pearl.

Nicholas Conti was in the sailing boat, and he won a thousand miles.

What exactly was in the pirate ship with the black sail in his hand? No one knew the greasy middle-aged white man was drinking coffee quietly, watching the gate of the Heifeng Building.

There are more than a dozen armed guards standing there, and the cameras have also been newly installed, and even the most advanced security equipment has been installed, let alone humans, I am afraid that even a bird would not want to invade.

Two white men in the cafe were talking about something that happened in the East.

"I saw news that North China was hit by a terrorist attack, an upscale office building was bombed, and many people were killed." A young white man with glasses said.

"Terrorist attack? People in that country are not saying that their country is the safest. I think it is a joke." Another slightly older white man said, "There is no safe country in this world. If there is, there is absolutely no way. It is China. As for the terrorist attack you said, I think it should be a group of people fighting for freedom.

"Don't you like China?" The white youth with glasses asked.

"Like? What's your joke, I hate that country and people in that country." A slightly older white man said, "My boss told me today that our company is likely to lay off staff. You know, I'm a soybean Futures trader, that nasty country doesn't even buy our soybeans! Excessive! "

"What is it? I heard that their factory actually installed spy chips in Apple phones and stole our secrets. I even think this is a war behavior. We should unite our allies and teach them a hard meal. I think only in that country and the talents in that country will learn to be smart, "said the young white man with glasses.

"I think they should become poor like Rose, so that it will not threaten our country. But the situation is moving in a worse direction. I have read a report that the state of China may exceed us in 30 years. The world ’s largest economy. Oh my god, I really hope that report is wrong, and I ca n’t see that day coming. ”

"If a Chinese comes in at this time, I must give him a hard shot and let them go back!" The white youth with glasses also deliberately glanced at the door of the cafe when he spoke, and his eyes were not friendly at all.

Unfortunately, no Chinese came in for coffee.

The two white men chatted without a word.

Men all over the world seem to have this problem. When you sit down and drink tea or coffee, it doesn't matter what you drink. The important thing is that the bragging must be upscale.

International cattle naturally became the first choice.

The greasy middle-aged white man looked at the two white people drinking coffee at the table, shook his head slightly, and then looked away at Heifan Building across the street. This time he raised his head slightly and looked at the sailing ship standing on top of the building, looking thoughtfully.

After a few more minutes, three people came in from the door of the cafe. The two men and one woman are generally dressed, their age is difficult to judge, and they look very young, but the eyes of the three people are a bit vicissitudes of wind and frost, and they are sharp, giving a feeling that they can freeze an adult's heart .

All three are Chinese.

The sights of the three white men in the cafe gathered in unison to the three Chinese people who just came in. This picture is very tacit.

Waiting for the two men, one woman and three Chinese who just came in, ordering a drink or something to eat, the white young man with glasses stood up from the chair and walked aggressively.

"What are you doing here?" The white young man with glasses raised his finger at the cafe door and said, "You three yellow-skinned guys, get out of here. This is where white people drink coffee. You are not welcome here!" "

The two Chinese men, two men and one woman who just came in, seemed a little embarrassed about this situation, but it only took a second or two.

"What did you just say?" The woman asked in English, the voice seemed to have been soaked in ice water, giving a deep chill.

The young white man with glasses said angrily, "I'll let you out!"

The waiter and owner of the cafe were both white, but they didn't stop the bad behavior of the white young man with glasses, and stood by.

This feeling is only known to those who have experienced racial discrimination.

The woman smiled angrily and glanced at her two companions. "The red hairy who hasn't evolved hair yet dare to talk to her aunt in this tone. What do you say?"

A Chinese man said, "The owner will be here soon. This guy is in trouble."

Another Chinese man said, "Don't do it, don't stop, just kill it. These redheads who have mothers and mothers don't teach them. If you keep them, the masters will dirty their ears.

The three Chinese spoke Chinese, and they didn't take the white youth who shouted at them seriously.

"Fack!" The white young man with glasses couldn't understand Chinese. Because three Chinese were scolding him, he suddenly grabbed the ceramic vase with dried flowers on the table and waved it to the woman's head. .

But his hand suddenly stopped in the air, and the ceramic vase held in his hand dragged to the ground.

Snapped!

A piece of land.

The young white man with glasses lowered his head, and then saw a sharp knife stuck in his chest. Fear invaded one of his nerves at that instant, and he opened his mouth to call for help, but he couldn't make any sound in his mouth. He could feel the speed at which life was lost from his body, and the cold.

"Remember the face of your aunt, and you will be killed if you meet your aunt in the next life." The woman said, and then pulled out her sharp knife.

A burst of blood spewed from the chest of the white young man with glasses, and it felt like he had unscrewed the faucet.

It all happened so quickly that it caught people off guard.

By the time everyone reacted, the white young man with glasses had fallen to the ground and remained motionless.

The owner of the cafe suddenly pulled a shotgun from under the counter and was ready to shoot as soon as the muzzle was raised.

hiss!

A line of cold mans flashed.

The cafe owner's two arms fell on the bar, but before he screamed, the line of cold mans took his neck again.

A head is flying in the air.

Just wait for the waiter

He ran outside, but only took a step, and a sleeved arrow pierced into the back of his head, and he fell into a pool of blood.

The companion of that white young man knelt on the ground and begged, "I beg you don't kill me, don't kill me ..."

puff!

Another sleeve arrow hit his forehead, and the voice of begging for abrupt halt.

"One more," said the woman, and walked towards the middle-aged white man sitting by the window.

The middle-aged white man is still sitting by the window, looking at the street view outside the window. Four people died instantly in this cafe, and such horrible things seemed to have nothing to do with him. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even deliberately look at anyone.

The woman came to the middle-aged white man without saying a word, and stabbed him into the chest of the middle-aged white man.

"Mr. Fang Min, calm down," said the middle-aged white man, speaking fluent Chinese.

The woman with the knife pierced her instantly.

She used the name Fang Min only in one place. The place was Kyoto, China. She lied to a cultivation doctor in the way of Yuanying. The cultivation doctor was Ning Tao.

The middle-aged white man then looked away from the window. He looked at the woman standing next to him and said, "What, Teacher Fang, don't you know me?"

Li Chu, Miao Ye, suddenly remembered something and said "You are ... Dr. Ning!"

This middle-aged white man is Ning Tao.

In addition to observing the situation of the Heifan Building, he also came here to see the Fox Girl. Unexpectedly, he hasn't shot yet, but three of Fox's men, Li Chuyi, Changchun's Sun Wei, and Bai Gezhen, Yin Dasheng, appeared in this cafe again.

He recognized the three, but the three did not recognize him, because he used the charm of Yinguzhen. A sky-character version of Yinguzhen Lingmu can change his appearance and complexion. He can become white or black. He can even shield himself from aura of self-cultivation. If it wasn't for him to reveal his flaws, how could Li Chuyi know his identity?

As soon as Sun Wei and Yin Dasheng were close to the enemy, Sun Wei raised his right arm, and his sleeve was equipped with a sleeve arrow launcher, which could be fired at any time. Yin Dasheng also added a warp-like instrument in his hand, which looked very nervous.

Ning Tao said lightly, "I am not your enemy. Compared to me, I think the most important thing for you now is to deal with these corpses. This is a lively neighborhood after all, and it is not good to be seen."

As soon as his words fell down ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ a pair of young black men came in from the door of the cafe. In their sight were several corpses lying on the ground, blood on the red floor, and ...

A human head that fell to the ground!

"Ah," a young black man screamed, and turned and ran out.

Ning Tao shook his head with a bitter smile and it was too late to deal with the corpse at this time.

The two young black men rushed out in a panic and roared, and it was not the police that attracted them, but the guard in front of the Heifan Building.

Those guards are actually mercenaries of the Blackfire Company. The mercenaries who perform vigilance at this juncture are naturally also the most elite mercenaries of the Blackfire Company, because now it is equal to the time of war. character of.

Eight mercenaries ran across the street to this side, all holding weapons, one of them still holding the intercom to say something, either to report the situation or to call for reinforcements.

Now it seems that I can't keep a low profile ... (https :)