Chapter 689： Save people (1/2)
The garrison is not here this time, the old general Ye Mingye—the old man has suffered from a backache since he came back from the sea last time, and he has been embracing himself to cultivate at home.
The visitor was a black-faced man who had never seen him before, his face was full of beard and he didn't even wear a uniform, and his eyes were fierce.
This two-meter-tall, one-and-a-half meter waist muscular bump came up with two big mouths, and the nose and mouth of the driver comrade who had broken two legs and half of his **** bleeds, and his teeth fell by half.
”Wipe... finally saved it, and then slap me to death... unlucky...”
As soon as Lin Chou wanted to stop him, Sikong and Shanye held him back.
My eyes are already blind...Oh no, it’s the burned-out comrade driver, as if he felt the call of infinite love hidden in his two big mouths, and he woke up after arousing his spirits and crawling around his black-faced thighs. , Weeping with snot and tears,
”Captain...Is the captain you? Captain...oooh...It's really you! It's my fault...it's not that I'm blind, neither can you nor Captain Deng Yuan. .. woo woo...”
The black-faced spit star sprayed the poor driver all over his face,
”Hold it back to Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu's soldiers have no spoils! Like a man!!”
The driver supported the ground with one hand, raised his body hard, and roared loudly,
”Yes!”
”Lao Tzu asks you, who is it that hurt Lao Tzu's soldier?”
”Yes...”
Lin Shou was dumbfounded,
”Fuck, this is fine too?!”
I have to say that the discipline and glory of the garrison soldiers are really amazing, and sometimes they can act as adrenaline.
If there are people who dare to ask about these trivial messes when it’s a common hunter, the possibility that the person involved dragged the 18th generation of the interrogator’s ancestors and exploded together in situ - instead of asking both questions with him The beloved God personally received the same.
The Black Face Captain became more and more angry when he heard it, and several 360-degree turns and whip legs drew over. The driver comrade was kicked and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, but instead became more and more vigorous.
”The whip of this comrade captain can still invigorate blood and remove blood stasis? How come he gets more energetic as he kicks...”
Fortunately, the black face finally gave up fighting with the driver’s classmates, and squeezed a smile out of his slightly messy beard and walked over.
”Thank you Lin... Sir and everyone, who saved me.”
Lin Sorrow,
”Uh...Where...Obviously you can whip your legs well...”
The black face stretched out his hand and shook his hand with Lord Lin Choushan, Sikong.
”The Second Hunting Team of the Garrison, Han Shen.”
”...”
The three faces froze.
Cold... shit? Are you serious? !
Han Shendao,
”I've heard of Mr. Lin's name for a long time, but he has never seen him because of his busy military affairs. This time, Mr. Lau Lin is here.”
Lin Chou waved his hand,
”Just call me Linzi, it's important to save people...The few people in the car can only be dealt with when Leng Han arrives.”
Han Shen smiled bitterly,
”Yes, there is also that... the chicken. I hope that a few people will never mention it to others.”
Shan Ye murmured,
”I'm still a guest under that chicken's butt--hasn't your boss mentioned this?”