After days of heavy rain, the weather in Manchester has gradually turned cooler.
In such an autumn, the British people on the streets all added a windbreaker to the thin and cool shirts in the summer, which is exactly what the man who pushed the door and walked into the coffee shop was wearing.
The man's clothes are ordinary, with a black trench coat and a pair of denim trousers. He is in his early thirties and looks ordinary. If you put it on the street, it should be quickly submerged and won't attract more attention.
But if someone with a heart pays attention or gets close, they will immediately feel something different.
It might be an aura.
An ice-cold aura that no strangers should enter.
Just like the indifferent expression on a man's face, people can't help shivering even if they just look at him and subconsciously distance themselves, and the fear and fear that will unconsciously produce tingling in the scalp is like this man. There is some kind of extremely dangerous and terrifying icy aura on his body.
So even if it was just a simple act of pushing the door and entering, but after the man walked into the coffee shop, it seemed that the temperature in the entire shop was silently lowered by several degrees.
There was even a guest sitting in the seat next to the door, who suddenly shivered, and subconsciously pulled up his collar—
this weather...
It's really getting cold.
The man who walked into the store looked around coldly for a week, and soon landed in the direction of the booth by the window not far away. With a flicker of light in his eyes, he stepped forward again and walked towards the booth. .
At this time, No. 5 also saw the figure of an old friend whom he had not seen for many years under the reminder of No. 1:
"It really hasn't changed at all..."
No. 5 sighed softly.
No. 1 shrugged: "It's still the same dead face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. It's almost the same as the second guy."
However, these words cannot be easily heard. When the man walked to the front of the booth, No. 1 stood up naturally and calmly, ready to greet him with a warm smile on his face:
"Hi my old friend, long time no-"
It was originally intended to give a warm hug, but before the words were finished, the man walked right past No. 1, completely ignoring the warm welcome gesture of the former, making No. 1's just outstretched hands a little embarrassed. stopped in mid-air.
"Cough cough... I said that when old friends meet, you don't need to be so cold, right?"
No. 1 reluctantly retracted his hand and looked at the man who had walked to the seat opposite the booth.
Bullet gave No. 1 a cold look:
"I'm not your friend."
The tone was blunt and direct, with no intention of giving face at all.
But then his eyes fell on No. 5, his expression softened a little, and he nodded slightly to No. 5:
"haven't seen you for a long time."
No. 5 smiled and said, "Well, it's been a few years. It's a pleasure to see you again in Manchester City."
Bullet's gaze swept across No. 5's left hand on the table, as if noticing that his eyes narrowed suddenly:
"Are you engaged?"
No. 5 was slightly startled, then reacted, raised his left hand with a smile and shook it gently, showing a diamond ring on his middle finger: "Yes, it's been a long time~"
Bullet glanced at Number One next to Number Five:
"With him?"
Number Five smiled and nodded.
"Congratulations." Bullet nodded, then shook his head again: "It's a pity."
It was obviously still in a cold tone, but in the last three words, people could clearly distinguish the sincere regret and regret.
No. 1, who was next to him, couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth: "Hey, that's alright, my fiancé is right next to me, give me some face."
However, there is no doubt that such protests are still ignored and ignored by Bullet again.
Wait until all three are seated again.
The topic finally turned back.
Bullet finally looked up at No. 1 for the first time:
"What about things?"
No more politeness, let's get straight to the point.
Although the face, expression and tone of the legend of the previous generation in North America are still indifferent, as if there is no emotional fluctuations, it can still make people feel the urgent emotions that are suppressed and suppressed by efforts.
Number One laughed:
"Don't worry, I brought it."
After speaking, his eyes turned to his fiancée beside him: "Xiao Wu?"
No. 5 smiled and said "Yeah", took out a mini laptop from the small bag he was carrying, then took out a small mobile hard disk and plugged it in with a data cable, and handed it to his fiancé's hand.
No. 1 took over the computer and the hard drive, moved his fingers quickly and flexibly on the touch screen to tap, and quickly opened a video file to enter the playback interface, and then turned the laptop's screen to the opposite Bullet:
"Come."
"The first video, do you want to see it first?"
In fact, there was no need to wait for Number 1 to finish speaking. Bullet had already pulled the laptop screen directly in front of him, who was closer to him, and his eyes were on the screen for the first time. on the screen.
No. 1 and No. 5 glanced at each other tacitly, but did not speak, and began to wait patiently.
The video is about 20 minutes old.
What is shown on the screen is a passerby qualifying match. The recorder deliberately locked 90% of the camera's perspective on the first-view interface of the blue-side bot lane ADC Draven through the spectator system.
Bullet starts watching the footage.
A minute passed.
Three minutes passed.
In the video, the blue ADC Draven made the first move in a wave of bottom lanes, and directly completed a bloody kill with the cooperation of his auxiliary teammate Thresh.
It's neat and tidy without the slightest bit of sloppiness.
On the other hand, the expression on Bullet's face in front of the computer screen remained indifferent, and his eyes did not even flicker.
five minutes.
Luther Levin double-killed again.
Bullet remained unresponsive.
seven minutes.
In the picture, the purple party army roams in a wave of middle and jungle linked to the bottom lane, and with the transfer of the top laner, a wave of five people on the bottom lane is instantly formed and surrounded and killed.
The blue side ADC Draven suddenly broke out of hand speed in the desperate situation.
Move to avoid two key deadly control skills one after another.
Backhand swipe E to interrupt the opponent's jungle rush.
Cooperate with Thresh to forcibly kill the Purple Square Crispy ADC Explorer at the first time.
Then take away the assistant Nami.
Kill the order again.
Flash chases four kills and takes away the jungler.
In the end, while his teammates assisted Thresh in the death, he threw an icy spinning throwing axe, beheading and taking away the opposing mid laner.
The system's female voice's "Penta-Kill (Five Kills)" prompt sounded, and Bullet in front of the computer screen finally made an "um" sound.
The sitting posture in front of the deck is still straight and has not changed at all.
Only his eyes became slightly sharper.
ten minutes.
fifteen minutes.
More than 20 minutes passed silently like this. When a video was played, it ended with the victory of the Blue Army and the sixteen kills of Delevingne. The video player window popped up and returned to desktop.
No. 1, who was sitting across from him, raised his eyebrows and looked at Bullet with an inquiring look.
Bullet's expression remained indifferent:
"what about others?"
Number One laughed:
"A lot."
"If you're not too tired, take your time."
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The update is sent, there is some work to be done urgently, and the time of the next chapter is not sure.