"The clouds are pressing very low, and heavy rain is about to fall." Or "The sky was clear the moment before, and the lightning was buzzing the next moment, and the rain was pouring."

These are all common sentences in novels that use scenery to metaphor for people to set off rhetoric.

Any time you encounter clouds and thunder, something will definitely happen.

I don't know how many novel classic opening scenes he will encounter today...

"Help, please, I know I'm wrong, don't beat me again. I really don't dare to do it next time, I dare not, please."

……scene.

Before his prophecy was over, things had already happened before him.

It is much remoteer than the street in front.

A thin boy wearing blue clothes, holding his head and bruised face, squatting in the corner of the wall, his hair was covered with mud, rain and sewage, and the thick glasses on his nose were broken. The residue of the resin cut through his cheeks and blood flowed out.

The two eyes were swollen and protruding, covered with purple colors, and blood vessels were visible.

The boy's clothes were already wrinkled, and they were stained with blood stains, sewage and yellowed urine, so they were already in extreme embarrassment.

As the punches and kicks of a bunch of people, they protect their heads with both hands. Try not to be slapped in the face and carry out deeper humiliation.

A few men around the boy were surrounded by cold and evil men with cold and evil faces. Their faces were full of anger and vicious look. The scars or scalding on their faces made people feel that these people were not easy to mess with at first glance.

They didn't care about the boy's begging for mercy, and pulled the boy's head out and slapped him in the face again and again.

The boy burst into tears, his face covered with bleeding from his nose.

But the bald man who was holding the boy's hair and slapped the boy's hair did not feel disgusting. He just raised the dirty hand and wiped the boy's hair, lifted the boy's head and hit the wall.

"Now I know you're wrong? I'm too late to tell you!"

"Aren't you very good at complaining? I asked you to sue? Did I warn you not to meddle in other people's business last time? Do you just fart me? Where did you get the courage? Look at me! I asked you where did you get the courage! Aren't you very good at calling the police? Come, you get the report!"

An electronic light appeared in sight.

"Damn, you really dare to repay me!"

The bald man seemed to be angry by the boy's behavior. He kicked the boy's hand hard and crushed the falling phone a few times.

"Hey, it seems that I haven't been educated yet. The third brother held me down. I'll teach this kid a good lesson!"

A few of the boy's teeth were slapped. Seeing that his little thought of diverting his attention and calling the police was discovered, the boy's heart suddenly dissipated.

With a puff, several teeth spit out with blood and saliva.

...

Tsk, it's so miserable.

He always encounters such outrageous things.

This situation is really similar to the plot of the first chapter of the early urban waste counterattack novel.

It is really worth recording. In the future, I met a director who filmed urban online novels and gave them a practical reference.

"Hey, everyone, come back and laugh."

Thinking of this, Chen Mo took action and raised the camera to his eyes. In order to ensure that the picture is bright enough and the picture quality is clear enough, turn on the flash and turn the brightness to the maximum.

He shouted at the older brothers who had not found him even though he worked hard.

The bald man was originally the finger tiger handed over to the boy's stomach, and he heard Chen Mo's call.

"?"

"Fuck, my eyes!"

Several people subconsciously turned around. Before they could see who was coming, the fierce expression on their faces had no time to withdraw, and the sudden violent light almost blinded the titanium alloy dog ​​eyes! The expression that was not tense was almost distorted.

"Tm who is it!"

"Who! What are you doing!"

After a while, I recovered from the violently exposed flash. My pupils were still a little dull. In a blurry halo, I could only vaguely see a boy with a backlit raised his camera at them. His white and neat front teeth flashed so that their eyes hurt.

The few people were slowing down for a long time but they didn't recover. They saw that there was a colorful white spot in the middle of their pupils.

The dizzy few people subconsciously rubbed their eyes.

"Damn, I've been walking around at night for too long, and I've met a ghost!"

The bald man shook his head and calmed down. Looking at the young man who took photos of them not far away, he was both angry and funny for a moment.

"Reporter? Or is it a righteous man who draws his sword to help him when he sees injustice? If you have some eyesight, I will ask if you have some eyesight!

How come I always encounter such a fool who is not very eye-catching during this period!”

Fang Qiang has never encountered such an outrageous thing in his life.

He was so angry that he threw the boy in his hand to the ground. Looking at Chen Mo's direction, his fingers crossed and his joints roared.

I just taught a lesson to someone who collected protection fees last time and meddled with other people's business. This time, another one came, and this one was even more foolish, and he actually dared to take photos directly.

However, Chen Mo and him are not on the same channel at all.

"This one is good, it has the texture of a blockbuster movie. But I still like the sunny scenes. Come on, everyone, let me cooperate and laugh. I will say to my mouth: 'Eggplant!'"

Chen Mo lowered his head and debugged the camera, as if he had not heard everyone's abuse and tense atmosphere, and he spoke in a gentle tone as if he had discussed it with his old friend.

After zooming in and looking at the previous photo, I felt satisfied, and then turned back to the shooting screen and raised the camera in front of me again. Chen Mo showed eight white teeth and made a standard smile demonstration, like a conscientious photographer.

"Go to the fuck! Brothers, this guy is crazy, so teach him some lessons! The camera is smashed!"

The bald head reached the extreme anger at that moment, gritted his lower teeth and ordered viciously.

"I don't believe it today. There are so many stupid fools in this world, and I've met them all. Today I have to ask these blind guys to know who can mess with them, and who can't mess with them!"

Chen Mo quickly pressed the shutter and recorded the movements of several people rushing towards him.

Whispered softly.

"Hey, I'm not very obedient-"

"But these fierce expressions are good."

"Yes, it's just like this that you want to kill someone, with a good expression and a good job-"

He was nagging and recording every expression conscientiously until several people were approaching. The expression became more ferocious and terrifying, and he wanted to strangle him to death.

"This expression was over, and I used too much force."

As he said that, a wooden stick hit the back of his head and Chen Mo avoided slightly.

The clean and neat elbow hit him and threw him over the shoulder. He used the force to push several people back.

"you!"

Those who are present with clean actions can see that this method is much more ruthless and decisive than theirs.

I know I've encountered a tough guy this time!
Chapter completed!