A stinging sound!

That was the roar of the electric guitar.

The boy jumped onto the stage, with his mouth raised, and even though he was wearing a black feather mask on his face, the tears mole on the corner of his eyes were so domineering.

From the moment Bo Jiu puts his finger on the guitar.

The venue is getting hot!

But besides this.

It is the American policeman patrolling at the door.

I don't know if it's a routine check-up or something.

Bo Jiu, who was standing on the stage, saw it, but was not affected at all. The black leather jacket, coupled with the movement of her fingers holding the microphone, was very handsome, and the singing swept through.

She sings in Chinese.

"The bell sounded the signal of returning home. In his life, it seemed to be a little sigh. The meaning of black skin to him was a lifelong dedication. In the struggle of skin color, years and months turned possession into loss, and tired eyes were hopeful..."

The rock version of music has no borders. As long as the atmosphere is driven, people in the audience will naturally wave their hands.

This greatly hindered the police's actions.

But there is no way, after all, they have no evidence in their hands.

The only thing that can be confirmed now is that Smith had arrived fifteen minutes ago and even met someone, swaying among the crowd.

Follow the highest instructions of the police station.

There will be z here.

But so many people.

Where will z be?

Every policeman who performs a mission has a serious expression.

After all, they really wanted to catch that person too much.

Now that I finally got the chance, how could I let it go!

However, with such thoughts, no one looked at the boy holding a microphone in the darkness.

The black eyes were still shining with light, like a cat teasing a mouse.

It indicates that the game really begins!

Ari came in at this time.

Behind him is Qin Mo.

Qin Mo was also wearing a school uniform that he wore from China.

After seeing him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes by the nightclub.

But I remembered that I came to the masquerade venue today, so I accepted it a little.

After all, although this oriental man came in sportswear, his aura was so expensive that he couldn't help but feel cold around him.

As for why Wei Guoren thinks that Qin Shen is wearing sportswear, please make up for the domestic school uniforms, well...

Erie also thinks that Qin Mo's style is really not suitable for such a place where demons dance around.

He will definitely have a headache in a while.

Do you want to tell the great gods that there is still a difference between their Fifth Avenue and China.

"The music is too loud, right?" Eri yelled.

Qin Mo looked at his trouser pocket with one hand, his side face was light and handsome, so many people started to look back, but he seemed to be no different from walking into the classroom: "Where is Smith?"

This was what Qin Mo told Ai in advance.

Let him send someone to stare at Smith.

This is a masquerade party after all.

Once Smith put on other clothes, it would be difficult to find them.

z is very likely to take people away while the chaos is in trouble.

How was Smith? He didn't care much.

He wants to know.

That z.

Who is it?

That's right, this is why Qin Mo decided to come to Fifth Avenue after seeing the information.

The troops also gave him news and asked him to go back in a few days.

Before the past.

He just didn't give up if he didn't come to Fifth Avenue.

After all, the other party is a hacker, right?
Chapter completed!