Looking at the menacing courier, Ban Cun Nan was instantly frightened all over his body.

This Nima is going to play back to the carbine!

Ignoring the pain, he used his hands and feet together, hurriedly got up, turned around and ran.

But how could a person with a leg injury outrun a tricycle.

Seeing that the distance was getting shorter and shorter, the Bancun man was completely confused, and after frequently turning around, he finally stumbled.

Bang.

The whole person fell to the ground again.

"Shhh My feet ......"

With a gasp, Ita looked at his injured right foot first.

There, the injured area, has swollen out a large bag close to the size of a fist.

The Bancun man suddenly wanted to cry without tears.

With this injury, I can't run anymore.

"This is the rhythm of waiting for death......"

Looking at the courier who was getting closer and closer, the man was in despair.

Obviously, the person chasing after him now must be the player, otherwise how could there be such a coincidence, the tricycle would crash into his side.

If it weren't even for a spirit, I was afraid that I would have been killed on the spot.

"Damn,! Rather than being hit again, it's better to force the dungeon now. ”

The current situation has made the board inchman retreat.

But before he could start the operation, the shouts of the courier in front of him suddenly sounded.

"Brother, don't be afraid! I'm here to help you! It was an accident just now, so I'll send you to the hospital for treatment, and I'll cover the medical expenses! ”

Take me to the hospital?

The man looked stunned.

No way? Could it all be really a coincidence? Is this just an NPC?

Zizizizi.

The man was stunned, and the tricycle had stopped next to him.

The courier got out of the car and directly helped the man up, with a concerned face and great sincerity.

is asking for warmth again, and quietly stuffing money, this caring feeling makes the board man completely blind.

Why, I was really just hit by an NPC? Then what did I just do!

Shame, shame!

While blushing slightly, the Ban Cun man was also a little puzzled.

This guy saves people when he saves them, what are you doing with my money?

Until the courier helped him onto the tricycle and whispered secretly: "Brother, we can take this matter privately, don't call the police." ”

The man suddenly realized.

So that's what happened! No wonder this one is so attentive.

It's a pity that he didn't notice.

This whisper, in fact, the volume is controlled just right. It is just right for the first batch of melon-eating people in the rear to be able to listen.

Suddenly, the disdainful gaze fell on the courier.

"Shameless!"

"Exposed! Must be exposed! ”

"Let the reporter's sister write the content of the report and expose his ugly face!"

With hot cheeks, the courier started the tricycle as if fleeing.

"Brother, sit tight, let's go to the hospital."

"Okay."

The man was obedient, and after thinking that the guy next to him was an NPC, the whole person relaxed.

The two left, and the scene was discussed for a while before finally dispersed.

If this kind of thing is not reported, it is estimated that the influence will stop there.

Fang Yi did not follow the Bancun man and the courier, but happily discussed the gossip with the melon-eating crowd, and returned to the street with the melon-eating crowd at the end of the game.

And the detective, after coming back to inquire about the courier's information, walked towards Shiting Mountain.

It didn't take long for the female reporter to start walking towards Shiting Mountain.

Even without looking, Fang Yi could guess.

The whereabouts of these two people must have been to the place where the multimillionaire incident occurred.

Continue to mingle with the street shops, and time passes slowly.

Until Fang Yi began to feel shy in his pockets and insufficient savings.

Until the sun goes down and night approaches.

Fang Yi saw the detective come down from Shiting Mountain.

The guy looked behind him, looking a little flustered, then vigilantly observing his surroundings and hurried away.

But he didn't notice that Fang Yi was upstairs in the mall, and through the window, he could see his abnormal behavior.

"Did the two test each other on the mountain? Or have rookie pecks already been performed? ”

Just when the corners of Fang Yi's mouth were slightly upturned, the female reporter also appeared in his sight.

Compared with detectives, female reporters are much more natural and relaxed.

He even smiled and hummed a little song.

Without the slightest hesitation or pause, she quickened her feet and walked in the direction where the detective had just left.

"Have a tracking skill or item?"

Thoughts flashed in his heart, Fang Yi quickly went downstairs and quietly followed behind the female reporter.

The female reporter's footsteps were quite leisurely at first, but then she suddenly frowned, and her speed suddenly increased a lot.

This is naturally a challenge for the senses.

Because his otaku body is dragging its feet.

I can keep up in a short time, but if I keep up this pace, it will be a bit fatal.

Although it can be persisted by willpower, there is a limit to the body.

Beyond that line, no matter how strong the willpower is, there is no way to make the body move again, and there is also the problem of sequelae.

Fortunately, the female reporter used this speed, and after sprinting for a distance, she suddenly stopped.

At the same time, Fang Yi in the rear finally saw the figure of the detective.

Fang Yi quietly gasped to recover his strength while silently checking the situation.

The detective was dressed in a suit and stood quietly under the street lamp.

His shadow was stretched long, and his gaze was as sharp as an eagle.

Of course, the most important thing is that the detective's hands are holding two flintlock pistols.

This kind of thing is incompatible with modern copies, and belongs to the products of modern copies.

Although it is the same firearm as the modern version of the pistol.

But there is a big difference in the redemption points of guns and bullets.

Because the performance is worse and the power is less, it is relatively much cheaper and more popular with newcomers.

Before there is a suitable skill in the early stage, a firearm can significantly increase one's strength.

But if you are addicted to this, you have been lazily relying on foreign objects such as guns, ignoring the development of the character's own strength.

Then as the level increases, it will soon gradually fail to keep up with the strength of the public and be left far behind.

Even if it's a firearms stream, it's about the development of individual roles.

A variety of basic ammo crafting skills, gun modification skills, drawing making skills, gun repair skills......

This is a school of thought that forms a system, and it is not just picking up a firearm, even if it is a firearm stream.

In Fang Yi's opinion, unless the detective is able to play with double guns and has this kind of basic skills, in fact, a pistol is enough.

Two handfuls means more points invested and more ammo consumed.

This back and forth will seriously affect the development progress of the new number, not to mention, and its own skills will be much less than those of the same level.

In addition, the flintlock pistol is only powerful at close range, and the accuracy problem requires the player's own marksmanship to assist......

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, feeling that the detective had little hope of winning.

At this moment, the detective suddenly yelled.

"Come out!!"