At the dining table, four people, one eagle and two mice ate quietly, but the vigilante would glance at Chris from time to time.

"What's wrong?"

Chris, who noticed this, didn't know what was wrong with him.

"fine."

The vigilante pointed his face at the bowl of mung bean porridge. In fact, he was very panicked.

At three o'clock in the morning, he razed his good friend's house. This morning he saw Chris getting angry at the TV.

And what was reported on the news was exactly what he did...

"I have a question for you."

After hearing what Chris said, the very nervous vigilante swallowed the porridge in his mouth: "What..."

Pointing to his half-pulled mask, Chris asked strangely: "We are all alone in this room, why do you keep wearing it?"

"Because he thinks that if we are tortured, his true identity will be revealed."

"No!" the vigilante quickly interrupted Zhang San. He didn't want to give his good friends a bad impression.

Then he explained the matter himself: "Because I am very careful in everything I do, and I don't tell you my true identity because I am afraid of hurting you..."

Chris was stunned for a moment: "What's the difference between what you said and what he said?"

The vigilante thought for a moment, then ate his breakfast in silence.

He thought he could get away with silence, but he didn't expect Chris to stand up, come to his side, reach out and forcefully tear off the vigilante's mask.

"Huh? Aren't you Gert Chase's younger brother? The guy who plays board games all day long."

The vigilante who wanted to grab the mask from Chris tried to cover his face with a dough stick: "No! You definitely made a mistake."

"Fart! You asked me for my autograph at Fennel Field Restaurant a few days ago. I remember it very clearly!"

Seeing the eyes around him staring at him, the vigilante realized that he could no longer hide it and could only admit this fact.

He was indeed the waiter boy that day, and he was indeed Gert Chase's younger brother.

His name is Adrian Chase.

"Don't worry, even if we know your identity, we won't betray you."

Chris returned the mask to him. The true identity of the vigilante was a bit out of character.

Who would have thought that a guy who kills people without batting an eye would be a kid who likes to play board games?

After breakfast, the vigilante stopped Zhang San, who was about to go out for a walk.

The green dwarf they caught a few days ago refused to hand over the information, so the vigilantes thought that Zhang San would go over and help.

Seeing his brothers waiting by the car, Zhang San couldn't refuse: "Okay."

He took his two little mice and got into the vigilante's car. This time he went out and wanted the mice to bring back more goodies.

He hasn't used the 600,000 yuan Javier gave him yesterday, and plans to withdraw it all at once after he collects enough money.

The sale of micro bombs has also been postponed indefinitely. I don’t know why Zhang San always feels that he will use this thing one day.

…

The vigilante parked the car in front of an n-hand video store. Through the glass next to the door, Zhang San could vaguely see the figure of his future bed partner, Harcourt.

Dry!

This woman has a great figure!

When several people in the store saw Zhang San coming with the Peace Messengers, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Harcourt looked at Moon sitting in the completely transparent office with confusion. She thought Zhang San was called by Moon.

"hello."

Zhang San said hello casually, and then followed the brothers to the second floor.

Compared with the elastic band binding method in the original story, today's judo masters can be said to be miserable.

He was chained to a very strong reclining chair, and the person who tied him even looped the chain twice around his neck.

Not only that, four rectangular iron plates also fixed his limbs.

"You said he has bone-shrinking skills, so we strengthened our control methods."

Moon and others followed. A few days ago, after the judo master was knocked down by Zhang San, he was locked up on the second floor.

I heard from Zhang San that the judo master knew a skill called Bone Shrinking Kung Fu, so Moon and the others followed the method found on Google and used iron chains and iron plates to restrain each other on the recliner.

Unless the judo master turns himself into a doll, there is no way he can run away.

"There are still talented people at Google..." Zhang San looked at the judo master who was pretending to be asleep without exposing him.

Although this method seems to be used on patients with fractures.

However, the fact that the judo master did not run away for so many days also shows that this method is effective.

"What are you going to do?"

Harcourt and others learned from the vigilante that Zhang Sanchao would interrogate people, so they were curious about what Zhang San would do next.

Who knew...

Zhang San suddenly took out his phone and started talking. Listening to what he said to the person on the other end, everyone present except the vigilante and Moon were shocked.

After a while, several men with motorcycle tattoos wearing leather jackets and jeans pushed open the door and walked into the video store.

Moon and the others came to the first floor very wisely. When Zhang San came downstairs with a frightened Chris and vigilantes walking and shaking their heads...

The screams of the judo master soon sounded on the second floor, while Harcourt and others downstairs looked at Zhang San with very strange eyes.

An hour later, Zhang San went upstairs alone to take a look at the situation.

Several tattooed men were sitting on the sofa smoking cigarettes, and the judo master lying on the chair still had tears in his eyes.

Zhang San motioned to the smoking people to go out first. He asked the judo master a question in the room alone:

"Why do you want to help aliens? Because of the nonsense they say?"

Seeing the other person tilting his head with the back of his head facing him, Zhang San chuckled:

"A few of them used to be big guns in prison. If they get serious, they can play for hours."

Gudong…

"They pack and distribute the food for shipping at the Grantais factory, right?"

"..."

Even if Zhang San exposed the secrets of the butterflies, the judo master was still very tough.

Seeing this, Zhang San said no more and went back downstairs again.

But compared to the beginning, the pitiful screams of the judo master suddenly disappeared from upstairs.

Several people looked at Zhang San without saying a word for a long time, and even Chris looked like he had eaten shit.

Another hour later, when Zhang San went upstairs with a few people who suspected that the judo master was dead, they saw the green dwarf with distracted eyes.

Moon and the others quickly checked the health of the judo master, while Zhang San was outside the door collecting the banknotes that the tattooed man was supposed to give him.
Chapter completed!