he came from the mirror

He was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said: "To sum up, let me summarize the meaning of your words."

"First of all, a group of people drove a fancy Land Rover and parked under your house very arrogantly. Then, this group of guys stopped at three o'clock in the morning-note, this is a normal person who is still holding the quilt When you were snoring——destroyed the camera you installed in the building. After doing all this, they got out of the car and went upstairs, picked the lock to open the door, triggered the small device you left behind, and kindly helped us close the camera in the house window."

Fang Ziming looked at his teammates: "Is that so?"

Tang Yu gave a thumbs up: "A very perfect interpretation."

"..." Fang Ziming: "Heh, heh."

To be honest, whether it is my teammate who has been with me for nearly a month, or the intruder who may still be on the fifth floor at this moment.

Are they all fucking sick?

What kind of silly operations are these?Think you're acting in a Hollywood-style action movie? ? ?

Fang Normal Man Ziming showed an indescribable expression: "Okay, as long as you are happy."

Tang Yu opened his mouth and was about to speak when his phone vibrated suddenly, indicating that a text message had come in.

The man looked down, Fang Ziming caught a flash of disgust in his eyes, and heard the other party say: "Let's go, I know who the brat is running my lair."

As he spoke, he turned his phone around and signaled Fang Ziming to read the message.

[TOM you little bitch, I know you are already downstairs, your cell phone location has betrayed you!Hurry up upstairs, I'm going to fucking smash you right now! ! ! ] (Special Note: This message is edited in English)

Fang Ziming: "..." This familiar style of painting, why does it always feel familiar, as if I have met it somewhere?

Tang Yu had already retracted her phone at this time, opened the car door and bent over to get out: "If I knew it was that brat, I wouldn't be so nervous. Tsk, I have to beat him up when I go upstairs."

Fang Ziming got out of the car, "Who the hell is it?"

Tang Yu: "Tony."

Fang Ziming wondered if this was a meme: "Your hair stylist?"

Tang Yu: "No, it's a Turkish kid."

He took the time to bend down, picked up a few stones on the ground, and said: "It can be regarded as my former colleague."