Let You Walk Around The World, Not Let You Catch People And Pluck Wool

Watching the uncles walking out of the yard holding mortar barrels.

The fans in the live broadcast room were all dumbfounded.

"Good guy, what age is this, can anyone still have this thing in their home? Are they all antiques? No... this uncle must have been a person with a story when he was young, and he can make a group leader send so many mortars Pao, he was a celebrity back then."

"To be honest, I feel a little sympathetic to the drug makers now. It's not a good place to choose. Choose this village. If you see it, the uncle has mortars at home, so I ask you if you are in a hurry."

"No, I see that many of them are rusted, can they really be launched? Don't have any accidents... Besides, Brother Su has made my uncle miserable, and my uncle has ordered him, so don't say anything Going out, I just took a look at the number of people in the live broadcast room, and it's already over 600,000, so I don't think you can keep this cannon."

"Did no one ask those three foreign idiots? They must have discovered something just now? If they join forces with criminals in a while, won't it be troublesome?"

"What's the trouble? Not to mention the mortars of the uncle, but the contestants of the program group. How many of us are there? One person throws an ax into it, and the burying is also buried by these people."

"..."

After discovering weapons and ammunition in the mountains.

This is the second time that everyone has had a close look at the former weapons, or the mortars that are about to be fired.

for a while.

The fans waiting in the live broadcast room were extremely excited.

In Long Country, there are not many opportunities to see this kind of picture.

Not to mention, the small yard not only has drug makers, but also three foreign killers.

"Quick, hurry up and contact Captain Chen, something big is going to happen."

Followed out of the courtyard.

Su Mo hurriedly told the fat man to contact Captain Chen who came over.

No matter how big his brain was, he never imagined that Uncle Leng could pull out ten mortars from the cellar.

It's so exciting.

This thing has been kept for so many years, didn't the people from the Yundu Public Security Bureau find it?

What if the cannon really fires and destroys the drugs inside?

That's all money.

Seeing this situation, Fatty also knew that he was not joking, so he hurriedly stepped back and dialed Captain Chen's phone number.

The moment the phone was connected.

busy lowering the voice

"Captain Chen? Where have you been? Have you watched the live broadcast room? No... something serious has happened, you should stop and watch the live broadcast room..."

"What, let's not act first?"

"If you don't act, you can't do it, the mortars are ready..."

Uncle Leng in the front suddenly turned his head.

Fatty hung up the phone in a hurry, and grinned with an embarrassing smile.

"Hehe, the air in the mountains is so nice!"

"Anyone who calls again, come and hold the cannon barrel for me later."

Uncle Leng threatened in a deep voice.

With his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked to the door of the last two houses at the end of the village.

"Align!"

With a wave of his hand.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the mortar was set up and aimed at the two farm yards.

"Fire a cannon first, and then knock on the door personally to ask if you surrender or not. Now it's law and order. If it's in the era of the uncle, if you ask a fart, you will be bombarded directly."

Uncle Leng vigorously pointed to the open space in the distance.

Soon, a rusty cannonball was stuffed into the barrel.

"ignition!"

With one order.

"Peng" sound.

The whole ground shook, and a deafening sound came.

"Master, I'll knock on the door. I'll go!"

Su Mo took a deep breath, stepped forward, nodded to Uncle Leng, and walked straight to the door.

It's too powerful.

I don't know whose family's grave is not far from the end of the village. Every shell has been flattened.

...

at the same time.

inside the house.

Brother Meng looked at San'er who was standing aside, and then at the three bald foreigners in front of him, feeling a little out of sorts.

"Don't worry, what did you just say? Aren't you in the same group as those people outside? No... Aren't you here for the meeting? You came together, why aren't you in the same group?"

"right!"

The bald brother had an expression that you understood, and he quickly explained while the iron was hot.

"We're not in the same group. How could we be members of the Ax Gang? No, aren't you fighting with the Ax Gang? We can help you. We have guns. Just give us the leader's head and waist."

"Joint? We're not here to connect."

The bald third child next to him came up and grinned.

"Killer, professional!"

Hearing what the other party said, Brother Meng was even more confused.

What are they talking about!

Ax Gang?

What age, where did the Ax Gang come from?

Moreover, they are obviously three foreigners, yet they don't recognize their identity as a connector.

What the hell is this?

According to Brother Meng's thoughts, the place they were looking for was really a place where no birds would shit. Except for some old men who only knew how to bask in the sun, there were generally no outsiders in the village.

The other party's three foreigners could walk here with assault rifles on their shoulders.

If you're not a connector, what else can you be?

killer?

Thumbs and toes are exposed, you tell me you are a professional killer?

Ask the dog letter at the door?

"Wait a minute, I'll ask San'er, San'er, come here, tell me what's going on."

Brother Meng pulled San'er into the room and asked in a deep voice.

"Brother Meng, it's like this. The three of them have conflicts with the people who move the goods outside. Foreigners, you should understand that they always talk to people with holes in their noses, and look down on those who move goods..."

After listening.

Brother Meng knew it well.

Immediately he walked out of the room with a gloomy face.

Squinting his eyes, staring at the three people with a bad expression, he asked in a cold voice.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you connected?"

"call……"

The bald brother took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his index finger, pointed to the top of his head, and shouted vowingly

"I can swear to God, we are really killers, professional killers, everything is a misunderstanding, we don't know about the connection, but... we have joined forces, we have guns in our hands, and we can help you deal with the ax gang outside. "

"This is my oath, please believe me."

"Longguo has a very good saying, if I lie, there will be five thunders from the sky..."

The words are not finished.

"Boom!"

The deafening roar exploded in everyone's ears.

The whole house seemed to be shaking.

The bald brother was startled.

Looking up at the roof in disbelief, he murmured

"It seems that God does not allow us to cooperate."

Speaking of which.

At the same time, the bald trio raised the muzzles of their assault rifles and aimed at the people in front of them.

He stepped back and opened the wooden door.

"Boss Su, we..."

It took a while to turn around.

Looking at the dark cannon barrels, the bald brother swallowed the saliva in his mouth with difficulty, and said awkwardly to the brother Meng beside him

"God, who the hell am I riding with now?"

"Why are there mortars?"

"I need to contact the boss. This kind of work requires extra money. My profession tells me that even the best killer, Fake, can't do the mortar!"

"Hey, surrender, Boss Su, we surrender!"

At this moment, the bald trio's mentality completely exploded.

It is too difficult to maintain a professional level in Longguo.

Isn't it just two gangs fighting each other?

Why did you even pull out the mortar?