Reborn Giants: National Male God, Too Good at Flirting

The dark memory immediately came to my mind.

"No! Why did you do this to me!! I hate you!! I hate you all!!!"

Qin Zheng seemed to have heard the roar that came from far away, like hell.

The bone-eroding coldness gradually swept through every corner of the body.

Qin Zheng's body trembled involuntarily.

Jun Suli thought she was frightened.

"Don't watch it if you don't like it."

He took away the information in Qin Zheng's hand, and then squeezed Qin Zheng's palm as a sign of comfort.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Zheng's white face regained some blood.

That period of time was her lingering nightmare. Every time she faced it, it was a shock and destruction to her soul.

"Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Qin Zheng shook his head.

Not because of fear, but because of too much pain.

"When are we leaving?"

As the memory faded, Qin Zheng knew that since the spies had come to report, the time for their departure was already very close.

Jun Suli saw the changes before and after Qin Zheng in his eyes.

He faded the darkness from his eyes.

"Tomorrow, early morning."

——I am the plot dividing line——

Time: 12:00pm.

Location: Slums in the west of Venus City

Dilapidated bungalows and bungalows are like messy yarns, intricately intertwined.

Qin Zheng and Jun Suli were walking on a narrow road.

Underfoot is not a blue tarmac road, but a barren road with yellow dirt mixed with countless sands.

Both of them changed into casual clothes. In order to hide their eyes and ears, Jun Suli and Qin Zheng put on masks, and before coming, they deliberately made their faces dirty so that they could hide in the crowd.

On both sides of the road are the houses of the inhabitants of the slums.

Every now and then there are people on the road.

Their eyes were on Jun Suli and Qin Zheng from beginning to end, as if they were different about why there were outsiders.

Qin Zheng looked at the people on both sides of the road, the beer table, the tractor, the dilapidated cart, the dark coal piled up, and the black and smelly gutter between the few people.

There are even tin foil everywhere on the ground, stained with white powder, which is the product of drug addicts.

The people on both sides of the road are mostly elderly women, and sometimes some children are seen.

Jun Suli and Qin Zheng walked side by side, each carrying a backpack on their shoulders, which contained weapons and food.

A few men with tattoos on the street glanced at their backpacks from time to time.

Qin Zheng squinted at the few people, and then took a step closer to Jun Suli.

"Jun Suli, how long until you arrive?"

"There are still ten or twenty minutes away."

Jun Suli stared straight ahead and returned.

"Behind, those people."

"I know."

Jun Suli made a deep voice, then calmly took out a pistol from his clothes, and deliberately wiped the surface of the gun in front of the men behind him.

Several men behind him saw Jun Suli took out the pistol, and could not help but take a few steps back.

Although guns can be owned by every civilian family in country Z, it is not a rare thing, but it is precisely because they know how powerful this guy is that a few men hesitate to go forward.

"Jun Suli, we are still attracting attention."

Qin Zheng said while walking expressionlessly.

With the pace of the two, they went deeper and deeper into the slums, and more and more eyes stayed on the backpacks of the two.