C388 Undercurrents Were Surging

Xiao Qiang-Bing's walkie-talkie is on, and Gabriel's voice comes through, which makes Zhao Xiaoming laugh.

"Big lights, big lights. Monika and the others are all big enough. That guy didn't walk. He shook his head and shivered. "

Xiao Qiangbing had no time to deal with his dirty jokes. He threw the walkie-talkie on the operating table and said angrily:

"Did you hear that? This guy is in a good mood. Also, listen to what their people are doing.

They are shouting and yelling. They are already at the brink of death, yet they still act like this. This is the most useless and useless army I have ever seen. "

The captain of the patrol team, Gabriel, and the commander of the Army Corps A, were parking their cars on both sides, allowing their subordinates to eat and play around. The two of them had strange expressions on their faces as they waited for the cars in the distance to arrive.

Gabriel had a long nose and small eyes. He blinked habitually and looked a little funny.

This guy was wearing a large police uniform. It was loose.

Then he looked at Lieutenant Colonel Kerry. He had black skin, bright eyes, and a chubby body shape. His camouflage uniform, which had turned yellow, was tight.

This fellow wore a beret on his shoulder. He used the back of his hand to wipe his nose. He suddenly waved his hand and looked at the car that was getting closer and closer. He said disdainfully:

"Old Gabriel, they only have three cars. There are at most more than ten people in the car. They don't even have an armored car. I guess they didn't even bring a machine gun. I am very disappointed. I am thinking, when I see them, should I scold them and call a few brothers to chase them away?"

Gabriel had been a soldier for more than ten years. Although he had never won in a fight with bandits, he had never won.

However, his performance was not bad. He had been promoted all the way, so he could be considered a big shot.

This guy had gotten hemorrhoids a while ago and had taken a few months off abroad. He had been served by a few soldiers and had just returned for a mission. Whenever his fat moved, he would sweat. It was late at night and the cool breeze made his back wet.

The car slowly moved forward. Huang Guzhu had already driven the car to the front. He saw the situation on the hillside from afar and did not wait for Xiao Qiangbing to get anxious. He angrily punched the operating table and scolded, Xiao Qiangbing!

"Qiangzi! What kind of people are these? They are not as good as our domestic militia. "

Mountain Slope Road On both sides of the road, there were shallow grass and lush sand. On the east side were the army soldiers, and on the west side were police officers. It was dark and noisy.

These guys had been walking all the way here. They were bumpy and uncomfortable. As soon as they got out of the car, their loose and wild nature was exposed.

First, a few low-level officers brought out a few plastic barrels filled with cassava wine. Immediately, the fragrance of the wine spread. A platoon leader called Augustine picked up the backpack on his back.

He fell to the ground and opened the buckle with one hand. Some wine and dishes rolled out from the inside.

What canned food? Biscuits? Ham sausage? There were also some long strips of bread, as well as some fried bats and so on.

"Sigh, sigh, did you bring everything?

There's nothing at all. Scram to the side, if you want to drink, I have something for free here. . . "

This fellow shouted vulgarly. When he saw a few people who didn't even bring food with them, he straightened his pants and made a habit joke.

The other fellows seemed to have already agreed on this kind of thing. Some of them called for their subordinates to bring food and drinks over.

Some took out a few inferior quality cigar and started to send circles to everyone.

One of the company commanders called Munk stood in the distance and threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth. He shook his head and glanced at them, saying mockingly:

"A bunch of useless things. They only know how to enjoy the inferior liquor.

Please, I drank enough when I was a child. I feel like throwing up when I smell the liquor. "

Sure enough, when he looked at Munk's body size, he felt it incomparably. He was tall and tall, and his clothes fluttered as he walked. He could clearly see his collarbone.

Behind him were two soldiers, one crippled. The other had a gunshot wound on his mouth, revealing his snow white teeth.

Cripple followed closely behind and said in agreement: "Commander,

You are right, they are a group of evil ghosts who will never be able to eat their fill. Today, are we. . . "

As he spoke, he had already walked to Munk's side, bowed, and gestured with his hands.

"Cripple, cut the crap. Follow Boss Munk and enjoy the high-end stuff. Do you have any coins with you?"

The open-toothed man behind him rushed over in a few steps. He weighed the money in his hand and reminded him in a low voice.

These three guys are the addiction in the group @ gentlemen. As long as Commander Billis wasn't in front of them, no one else could care. Whenever they had the time, they would smoke a few specially-made cigarettes from Magical Lackerel.

These were invented by Munk.

This fellow had gone to school, left the country, and worked in casinos. He had also discovered the exciting Lackerel Cigarette in the mountains. After some simple processing and mixing it with cigarette leaves, a kind of addictive cigarette was made.

Ordinary cigarettes were sold for 0. 5 USD in Crown Prince City, and he sold one to his brothers for 2 USD. The supply was not up to demand, and it was very popular.

These guys hid behind the bushes in the distance and smoked greedily. They felt like they were competing with gods, and each of them felt sick and comfortable.

On the other side, Augustine and the rest had already started drinking.

When these people got excited, they did not want to touch glasses. Instead, they used their fists to clash with each other. There was a hubbub of voices as they continuously cursed.

Looking at the police officers on the west side, the situation was basically the same as here. They were in groups of three to five, eating and drinking, and all of them were laughing and laughing.

These guys were all policemen, and they were playing a lot more tricks than there were on the other side.

A police officer wearing flowery pants sat on the ground, holding a worn-out tablet in his hand. The screen was playing an unsightly scene. A group of people surrounded him, and one of them shouted in dissatisfaction:

"Brother, let the island go. I've seen this twice. "

The sound of them drinking wine was much softer, but the noise was very loud.

On the other side, Munk was finished feeling comfortable. His mind was filled with a dream-like feeling. His excitement also rose. He looked at the exquisite metal box on the ground. There were still seven or eight Magic Parsley Leaves inside. He exhaled comfortably and called out to his two brothers, saying:

"Let's go and earn some from them. These are the strips that earn money all day long. @ # @ #% # None of them are short of money. "

Taking advantage of the dim night sky, the three of them headed west.

When they reached the other party's crowd, since they were all uniformed, there was no need to introduce them. They just casually greeted them. It seemed that they had long been experienced in this area. The crippled soldier stretched out his arms comfortably and said: "Captain, your cigarette is really too good.

Smoking is like a dream. You can have whatever you want. Why not. . . "

Next to him, Fang Jizi's voice was muffled as he said,

" Sell it to them. Can they afford it? Their director probably never smoked this before. That feeling, sigh, that's too exciting. "

Under the weak light, Captain Merlin also didn't see the other party's military rank clearly. He mistakenly thought that it was a few soldiers who came to sell things. He looked at the cigar in his hand and called out in puzzlement:

"What are you bragging about? A bunch of poor soldiers, what good things can they have? Bring it over for Sir to see. "