Faugh and Nalanga hurriedly left the station.

Li Qing was already trapped in the station, and they were now on the mission of finding ice to save their companions.

In order to find ice, Fuge and Nalanga ran along the road, looking around to find places where ice could be found on the roadside.

Although six o'clock is a good time to do breakfast business, European merchants who advocate personal enjoyment and believe that life is greater than work do not seem to be in a hurry to make money from getting up early and going to bed late.

Most of the shops on the street were closed, and the two of them walked far away but couldn't find a store where they could borrow ice.

Finally, after crossing the entire street

“There is a bar there, open 24 hours a day!”

Nalanga saw the light signs at the door of the store from afar.

"Bar? Very good!"

"If it's a bar, there will definitely be ice reserves inside."

A hint of joy appeared on Fuge's face unconsciously.

The marathon that resisted the organization went all the way, and he seemed to have forgotten how he started three days ago by Li Qing pointing his starting gun at his head.

The previous grudges had long disappeared from time to time in battles, and now Fuge is instinctively thinking about his companions in his heart:

"Go away, bring the ice back quickly!"

Without saying a word, Fuge rushed into the bar with Nalanga.

This bar is quite large in scale, with spacious hall space and neat seats, and a wide range of wine bottles on the bar.

Looking around, you can vaguely see the clean kitchen from the open door, and it is obvious that the bar also provides dining services.

But now the store is very deserted.

There is no way. Although it is open 24 hours a day, no alcoholic will be interested in coming here to drink at 6 a.m.

When Fog and Nalanga walked into the bar gate, there was no customer in the huge bar, only a sleepy bartender standing at the bar counter on duty.

Seeing someone coming in at this point, he was stunned at first, and then said angrily:

“Hey hey”

"We don't receive kids here!"

The bartender stared at Fog and Nalanga impatiently, looking up and down at their green faces:

"You are still minors, aren't you? Don't even think about drinking when you have not grown hair!"

"Young people nowadays wear clothes all day long, and they even want to learn from adults to come and go to the bar."

He kept shouting cynically.

But Fog and Nalanga had no intention of paying attention to this uncle who sold wine.

“We are not here to drink.”

Time is tight, Fuge walked up and said straight to the point:

“Is there ice cubes?”

“We need ice now.”

"Ice? Of course there is"

"There are many things in the freezer, they are all used to save wine."

The bartender subconsciously pointed to the freezer at the bar behind him.

But he quickly reacted with a strange look on his face:

"Hey, here is a wine seller, and ice cubes are not just sold!"

"fine."

Fuge replied indifferently:

"I didn't say I wanted to buy it with money."

"Ha?" The bartender was slightly stunned.

But Fuge had already supported the table with his hands, and he rose up in the air and turned behind the bar.

He ignored the bartender's astonished expression and just hurriedly opened the freezer and took out a large bag of ice from it.

"What kind of robbery?"

After being surprised, the bartender instinctively wanted to rush up to stop him.

But he bumped into a transparent hard wall, which was uneven and looked like a muscular man.

Of course it was Ziyan.

Fuge directly asked Zi Yan to push the bartender aside, then turned around and threw the ice into Nalanga's arms waiting outside the bar.

After Nalanga caught the big bag of ice, Fuge turned to the bartender who had been driven outside the bar:

"Feel sorry."

Fuge, who comes from a famous family, is still quite polite when he is not angry:

"I really didn't bring any money."

"The situation is urgent, I'll borrow it this time."

With the guidance and help from the "invisible evil ghost" just now, the inhumane bartender's attitude suddenly became gentle.

He first happily agreed to Fuge's request to borrow ice, and then turned around and ran away from the back door of the bar as if he had seen a ghost.

And Fuge didn't have time to pay attention to anything else.

He turned around and took out two large bags of ice from the freezer. He felt that the portion was enough and said to Nalanga without looking back:

"Naranga, let's go."

"Uh-huh"

Somehow, Nalanga's voice was trembling:

"It's so cold"

"I didn't even feel the cold, my body seemed to be frozen."

"What a joke?"

"You just took a bag of ice and it was so cold?"

"Naranga, you're not sick, are you?"

Fuge turned around with the ice cube in his arms, still complaining about Nalanga's exaggerated remarks.

However, just as he turned around, the careless expression instantly frozen on his face:

At some point, a man in strange clothes came into the door of the store.

He was covered with white ice armor all over his body, with a pair of hard ice skates under his feet, a transparent ice crystal mask on his face, and a cold air that could be seen in the naked eye was always lingering around his body.

Every time he took a step, the horrified Baishuang covered everything around him with his steps.

On the ground and on the seats, a terrifying cold air spreads like a tide.

Nalanga just touched the cold air slightly, and a dense layer of ice flowers were already covered with on her hair and eyebrows.

In his words, the temperature was so low that it made people feel cold that it was already stiff.

“Yes, it’s the enemy”

Nalanga obviously realized what was going on now.

He shivered and tried hard to walk towards Fuge, trying to get further away from the bitter cold wind coming from behind him.

But as Nalanga retreated all the way to the edge of the bar, the man in ice armor also approached here step by step with Bai Shuang.

Finally, Fuge and Nalanga both saw clearly the man's face hidden behind the transparent mask.

There was a faint feeling of uncontrollable irritability on that face, but it was more of an unconcealed murderous intent:

"Fog, Nalanga."

"Purple Smoke, Aviation Smith."

The other party opened his mouth and said the names of Fuge and Nalanga and the names of the substitutes.

The tone was as cold as ice, as if it was a demonstration and provoking.

"My name is Gachu."

Gachu revealed his name.

At the same time, his murderous eyes also firmly locked the ice in Fuge and Nalanga's arms:

"You are looking for ice cubes, are you?"

"It happens that I have it here!"
To be continued...