Is the Evil God Me?

"If I said I thought he was talented, you wouldn't believe it."

A helpless, wry smile appeared on Xin Chazan's dark face, and he was a little wronged by Lynn's suspicion.

"No, I believe it." To his surprise, Lynn actually confirmed his statement. "Mr. Worden is indeed gifted, especially in acting."

When Lin En said this, his eyes didn't stop at Xin Chazan. This is a diplomatic ambassador and not an Extraordinary. After this series of coincidences, if someone is really arranging, the difficulty and coincidence level can only be To describe it with perfection, Sherlock couldn't compare to the other.

More importantly, it makes absolutely no sense in terms of behavioral logic.

Therefore, this suspicion came and went quickly. The chat between Lynn and Xin Chazan was more of a kind of psychological comfort besides a little basic suspicion.

It's like yelling into the air: Hey, I found you.

If this is an absurd and magical stage play, it is probably an important scene at this time. Xin Chazan, who became famous overnight, was only a few days apart. When he was proud of the spring breeze, he ushered in another huge gap in his life. In a dramatic scene, the sheriff and law enforcement came to knock on the door.

When law enforcement officers come to visit, no one can refuse.

In the knock on the door, a house that holds the identity of a celebrity artist, but has no real rights and no solid background, decided to let the barbarians outside the house wait for a while, which happened to be caught by a law enforcement officer's extraordinary hearing. , So Lynn raised his boots and used his eyes beyond human to capture the speed of kicks and the splitting of the door panel to tell the host inside, what is meant by the host's warm welcome when visiting the door.

Facing the fists of the sheriffs and the muzzle of Lynn's gun swinging as he strolled in the courtyard, these artists who held their own aristocratic demeanor and planned to be mighty and unyielding raised their hands obediently.

This scene made the corner of Lynn's mouth hooked.

I don't know which gentleman said it, the artists always kneel while waving their fists at the government.

If they can hit the government on the head, it means that each of them must be a long-armed baboon, which is obviously impossible.

At this moment, Lynn is quite like a bully who destroys literature, with his hands behind his back, he looks indifferent, and his expressionless face has a majesty that does not match his age, as if he is an executioner who dominates life and death. It's not difficult to make this kind of expression, as long as you have enough time in the office of the neighborhood committee, you face all kinds of impolite people every day, they can spit spit in your face, but the only thing you can get revenge on is Even when the foreign workers are making things difficult for them, you can make this official deterrent expression.

Commonly known as, in charge of life and death.

Lin En is like a eagle owl. Today, the black coat and top hat on his body are very appropriate. In his alienated and inorganic eyes, every gentleman who is still clamoring to make the hillbillies look good is very interesting. He lowered his head, because there was a gentleman who was not so sensible, and within a few seconds of greeting the little gentleman, he had difficulty breathing and knelt on the ground twitching.

Blood agitation can not only speed up blood flow, but also slow it down.

It's a comfort to deal with ordinary people.

It is much more useful than the blood curse plague, although it may leave some sequelae on the victim. Soon, Lynn's swinging muzzle pointed at a person whose life was like a dream, with ups and downs.

"See you again, Mr. Worden."

As the law enforcement officers from the city cleaned up, the sheriffs in the town immediately rushed over like wolves and dragged Woden, who was like a sieve, from the ground with iron arms, and treated them as if they were suspects. He was firmly sandwiched in the middle like a human being, and one of them was male.

"Lin, Lin Lin... Mr. Lynn? This is... this, this, this, me, me..."

Worden had absolutely no idea what was going on.

"Borrow a room on the spot." Lynn didn't have the kindness to help him, but turned to the fat sheriff and instructed him. He knew how to use his rights when he was working.

"Yes."

I have seen the extraordinary power of a Beyonder kicking a solid solid wood door, and I felt the power of a shotgun flying kick to easily headshot at close range, and the fat sheriff who almost bit his tongue and swallowed his stomach. Order, it is absolutely not dare to be negligent.

If you can kick a sturdy and heavy wooden door, you can naturally kick a person's head easily, just like a smashed watermelon.

really.

Lynn's angry kick just now, he added various buffs to himself, and the deterrent effect is extremely good. In fact, if Worden, who is listed as a criminal suspect, chooses to run away after Lynn kicks the door, then he will see what a terrifying pursuit speed is.

During the duration of the blessing, Lynn was placed on the battlefield of cold weapons, and he was an enemy of 10,000 people.

Borrowing a room is very smooth and very pleasant. After seeing Lynn's iconic face like an elf~www.wuxiamtl.com~, the owner of the house cried and forgot the motto of his artist not to succumb to power, and cooperated obediently. The iron fist raised by the law enforcement officer, no one wants the iron fist to fall on his head.

As for the matter of slandering and accusing things afterwards, the owner of the house who wanted to hang up the hillbills didn't hesitate to throw it into the trash can.

Russell family.

This piece of words is enough to make any person with real power in a non-oligarchic industry feel cold in his hands and feet, sweat all over his body, for fear of being targeted, and then life is better than death.

Temporary requisition room, or temporary interrogation room.

The two tall and very excited village sheriffs were holding up the shivering Worden, and the blue and purple patches on his face proved what the unlucky guy had done with the sheriffs before the questioning began. Intimate contact, and what kind of retching, snot, tears and other prices have been paid.

Lynn's attention was on the odds and ends on the table.

These were all carefully searched from Worden, and in addition to the wallet tobacco keys, there was a small box. The little gentleman picked up the box and opened it. There were only some ashes left from burning paper. He carefully released his spirituality and touched the ashes.

Soon, a smile appeared on Lynn's indifferent expression, and he looked up at the panic-stricken Worden.

"What is this?"

"Ashtray..." Mouth is the instinct of every person who does something wrong. Mr. Worden is fine, at least compared to before Lynn crossed over, seeing all kinds of promises, swearing his mother, father, wife and concubine from himself. I found out that the hi medicine was not my own, it was much better.

"Ashtray?" Lynn sneered and turned his head casually.

Soon, the sound of fists and flesh being intimately contacted from behind Lynn, as well as the whimpering and screaming of someone being stuffed back.