Gao Yang felt that he was in a state, and looked at his watch. It was already time that the time mentioned on the Thirteenth, but Tim Davidson did not go home.

Gao Yang raised his hands, clicked the gold watch on his wrist, and spread his hands open.

No. 13 said seriously: "Sir, I said that if there were no accidents, Mr. Davidson would come back during this period. The current situation is an accident."

Gao Yang sighed and said, "Okay, then should we continue to wait or leave?"

No. 13 said in a deep voice: "Wait."

Gao Yang made a face helplessly, and then suddenly said to the air: "Shadow, what's the situation?"

"Mr. Davidson is a person with a very regular life. He didn't go home, maybe he was in a traffic jam, or maybe he died in a car accident. How do I know why he didn't go home now? You know I didn't follow him at this time."

Gao Yang said helplessly: "Okay OK, okay, I'll keep waiting."

After saying that, Gao Yang stood up from the sofa and said in a deep voice: "Can you give me another cocktail? I don't actually have much research on cocktails, so, what cocktail do you think is suitable for the current atmosphere? Can you recommend one to me?"

No. 13 bowed slightly and said, "Moscow mule, a cocktail I personally like in the base of vodka."

Gao Yang snapped his fingers and smiled and said, "Very good, thank you."

Gao Yang turned around and looked at the view outside the glass window. After a few glances, he couldn't help but sigh: "Man, I have to admit that Mr. Davidson is very good at enjoying life. Oh, man, you don't have to mix bartenders. Our Mr. Davidson is back."

Gao Yang could see the door, and he saw a car that had already reached the gate. After just a moment of stopping, the iron door had slowly opened.

Gao Yang took two steps back in case he was seen standing behind the glass window. Then he said to No. 13, who was bartending, "Mr. Davidson is back. Should we wait somewhere else?"

No. 13 was pouring vodka into the bartender pot. He said without raising his head: "No, Mr. Davidson has some obsessive-compulsive disorder. He will definitely come to this room and will not stay too much downstairs. The driver will leave work after he put him down, so we will wait here. After two minutes and thirty seconds, he will stand in front of you, sir."

No. 13 had no intention of stopping bartending. Gao Yang shrugged, "Okay, then I'll sit on this sofa and wait for Mr. Davidson to push the door and scare him."

Gao Yang really sat back on the sofa, and his fingers were regularly pounding the coffee table in front of him, while No. 13 continued to concentrate on making his cocktail.

After almost two minutes and thirty seconds, Gao Yang smiled and said, "Leonard, things are out of your control again, two minutes and thirty seconds, and our guests, no. The host did not go home."

No. 13 said in a deep voice: "An accident happened again."

At this moment, Gao Yang heard a little girl chirping, but no footsteps. However, it was normal to think of the thick carpet, without footsteps.

No. 13 picked up his finished cocktail, left the bar, and began to walk towards Gao Yang. At this moment, the door was pushed open and he walked back into the living room. He was still holding a big box in his hand, and after a man's backwards entered. Immediately afterwards were a little girl of four or five years old, a blonde beauty with a smile on her face. Behind him was a man with a smile on his face.

No one noticed Gao Yang on the sofa, and when a woman raised her eyes from the little girl in front of her, she was stunned at first, and then she let out a short and terrifying cry.

The man who came in with his back to the door turned around and was shocked when he saw No. 13 walking to the middle of the living room and Gao Yang, who was smiling on the sofa, was shocked. Then he threw down the box in his hand and reached out to touch his waist.

No. 13 held a wine glass in his left hand, and touched his right hand at his waist, then shot him.

The man holding the box fell to the ground with trembling body. After stuttering on the ground, his body was still twitching. No. 13 just gave a cold look at the screaming woman and Tim Davidson, who had widened his eyes because of shock, possessed himself and put the cocktail in his left hand on the coffee table in front of Gao Yang, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, you want Moscow mule."

After saying it lightly, No. 13 stood up again, waved at the three people who had completely lost their minds with the pistol in his right hand, and then walked towards the man lying on the ground.

Gao Yang held the wine glass in his right hand, then stood up from the sofa, raised his mouth upwards, revealing a few white teeth, and said in a very cheerful tone: "Hello, Mr. Davidson, I'm glad to see you."

The woman hugged the little girl in her arms and looked at No. 13, who was walking to her with horror. However, after recovering from some gods, Tim Davidson stared at Gao Yang and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

No. 13 had already walked to the man who had fallen, following one end on the man and the other end on the wire in his hand. Yes, No. 13 used a Taser.

The man who was shocked and lost his ability to move was not dead, but when he walked to him, No. 13 spared the man's neck for two weeks with the insulated copper wire already on the gun.

Without looking at Davidson, he stood in front of him without any hesitation, looking at his little girl with horror. No. 13 suddenly tightened the wires and tightened the bodyguard who had already lost his ability to move.

The little girl screamed in horror, and the woman screamed. While she covered the little girl's head in her arms, she screamed: "Stop! Stop! What are you doing!"

The little girl turned her head bravely. Although she was hugged by her mother and couldn't move, she still shouted at No. 13 in a sharp voice: "Let go of Uncle Blake!"

The expression on No. 13's face did not change. Tim Davidson's pupils dilated due to surprise and fear. He planned to push No. 13 away, but in the end he chose to shout.

"Stop, you're about to strangle him."

No. 13 still had no intention of stopping. His expression was as calm as if he was tightening his shoelaces, rather than strangling someone to death.

"Stop, haven't you heard Mrs. Davidson and Miss Sylvie? They're asking you to stop, and we have to respect the choice of ladies, especially the choice of beautiful ladies."

No. 13 immediately let go of the wire in his hand, and then coldly glanced at Tim Davidson, and reached out to pull out a pistol from the bodyguard's waist that Gao Yang had never seen before.

Waiting for the Thirteenth, he stood up and walked aside, Gao Yang smiled and said enthusiastically: "Hello, Mr. Davidson, I'm glad to see you. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Gao Yang's eyes were complicated and cold, with a little arrogant arrogance, a little disdain, calmness brought by indifference, and a faint joy brought by catching prey. This faint joy was crucial, because Gao Yang had no special joy to show.

The eyes are the windows of the soul. If Davidson intends to read something from Gao Yang's eyes and he does have this ability, he will definitely be able to read something. Davidson, who had not intended to resist, looked at Gao Yang and immediately lowered his head and whispered: "Sir, what do you want? We can talk about anything, please don't hurt my family."

Gao Yang shook his wine glass, took a sip of the cocktail, bowed slightly, and said politely: "This is our first meeting. Please allow me to introduce the purpose of my visit this time. This time I am here, the reason is very simple, and the result I want is also very simple. Oh, sorry, please wait a moment, hey, what pistol are you holding? I have never seen it."

Gao Yang suddenly interrupted, and his attention seemed to be attracted by the gun on No. 13's hand, so he stretched out his hand and waved to No. 13.

No. 13 walked to Gao Yang, reversed the handle of the gun and put the pistol on Gao Yang's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, this is an ive-pistol produced by N Company, with a caliber of 5.7 mm. N Company named this gun after the caliber, fired ss190 bullets, loaded 20 rounds, has a strong penetration power, and can penetrate standard bulletproof vests within the effective range. The hidden hammer is more popular with the guards because it has a large load and is very light in weight."

Gao Yang held the pistol in his hand, looked at the pistol, took a sip of the wine glass in his left hand, and said with curiosity: "Can you break through the bulletproof vest?"

Gao Yang held his gun in his right hand and pointed it at the bodyguard lying on the ground, then said to Tim Davidson with interest: "Does he wear a bodyguard?"

Tim Davidson swallowed, shook his head and said, "No."

Gao Yang's face twisted for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, pointed his pistol at the bodyguard on the ground, then turned his head to the other side, and pulled the trigger hard.

The trigger was pulled twice in a row, but the gun didn't sound, but the woman covered her daughter and screamed again.

"Sir, you didn't open the insurance."

Gao Yang handed the gun to No. 13 again with a hurried look on his face, and then said anxiously to Tim Davidson: "Look soon, please wait a moment, I can complete the self-introduction soon."

No. 13 pulled the sleeve and opened the insurance, handed the pistol to Gao Yang again and said in a deep voice: "It's OK this time, sir."

Gao Yang pointed the gun at the bodyguard on the ground, then turned his head to the opposite direction, and then pulled the trigger.

After a bang, blood began to emerge from the bodyguard's legs. The unconscious bodyguard began to tremble unconsciously due to the pain. The woman screamed again. Gao Yang turned his head and opened his eyes to see the bodyguard, and said with a look of resentment: "Fak! I've been beaten wrongly." (To be continued)

ps: It's the last two days, please give me a ticket next month.
Chapter completed!