C389 Internal Strife

"What's wrong with poor soldiers? We're all on a mission, so we have to make a living. We still have to charge later. Sigh, do you want it? Just give me five dollars. "

The open-toothed man glared at him. At first, he was rather arrogant, but later on, they started to discuss.

After all, they were selling at a high price. As long as they sold something, earning money was the way to go.

"You useless things. You don't get to drink and eat meat there. You came here to make money from working. You didn't even ask around. When did I, the baldy, ever suffer a loss?" The lieutenant's name was Hunter, and he thought with a sinister smile. Then, he waved at them and said with great interest:

"Oh, buddy, Since it's such a good thing, money, what does it count for? Our salary has always been pretty good, come. . . " Hunter stretched out his hand, bent his waist, and came over with a bold and generous look.

His hand hung in the air for quite a while.

Gnaw stared at him blankly. This guy had never met someone with such a big tone. While he was hesitating, Munk, who was next to him, touched the gun on his waist. He nudged his elbow and said, "Give it to him. It's five dollars. He said it. "

Holding the cigarette in his hand, Hunter put it under his nose and sniffed it. Immediately, he had an intoxicated expression on his face. At this moment, two soldiers rushed over and grabbed it. He lit it for him.

"Wow, this smell is too wonderful, very good. Hurt took a deep breath and gave a very professional evaluation. He took a few deep breaths and felt very good. Then he reluctantly handed it to his brother beside him.

Since he had already agreed, it must be something good. A few soldiers took it and each of them took a mouthful. In the blink of an eye, it was all gone.

At first, when Munk saw that their evaluation was so good, he still had a faint smile on his face. In his opinion, not only this one had been sold, but the rest had definitely been snatched away.

But in the next second, he felt that something was wrong:

Hunter slowly recalled that wonderful feeling. He did not look at them at all. He looked up at the sky, as if the cigarette had fallen from the sky.

"Hey buddy, come on. This one is five dollars. If you want more, you can continue to pay. " Cripple walked up to Hunter and straightened his body. He said righteously.

"I say, you ugly cripple. Didn't we agree that it was an experimental product? Let me tell you directly. This kind of bullshit cigarette is completely fake. The taste is even uglier than when I look at you. . . "

Hunter's face was expressionless as he mocked the cripple. He patted the cripple's shoulder with his hand and with a sudden force, the cripple almost collapsed onto the ground.

With his bare teeth, Hunter grabbed Hunter with one hand and tried to push him away. He touched Hunter's nose and hit him on the nose, neither lightly nor heavily. The guy who was in pain cried out in pain. He said angrily:

"You still dare to hit me? Whose territory is this? Are you blind? "

Seeing that his brother was insulting and scolding him, Munk went to pull the cripple. He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and anxiously said, "They are just a bunch of wild beasts. Let's go. . . "

He was just casually complaining. But Hunter heard it clearly. He immediately started to act like a hoodlum and jeered, "Brothers, they are scolding people. They even beat me up. Come. . . "

Finished, they started to fight.

At first, Munk relied on his own reasoning. That was totally reasonable. His voice was so loud, "You military ruffians! Bullying people! Is that right, robbing me of my things, not giving me money. . . "

"You're still scolding me? You're courting death, aren't you? He came over from that direction. Using fake to deceive people, brothers! Their things are poisonous. They're here. "

Hunter saw the three soldiers fighting with all their might. He couldn't hold his anger any longer, and his voice was also much louder.

This guy was lively. The police officers had already smelled the fragrance from the east, and they were already full of complaints. Now, when they heard that a soldier had come to deceive them and even made a move. . . These fellows were not good at anything else, but they were all good at fighting in groups.

For a moment, there were endless shouts and curses. People in the distance swarmed over in this direction. It was noisy, and more than ten people surrounded Munk and the others. Their fists and feet were all on the ground.

In just over ten seconds, Munk and the other two had been punched countless times. They wanted to pull out their guns.

Hunter and a few soldiers went up to them, as if they were holding drunk men. They swiftly took out their guns, threw them behind, and said loudly:

"You want to use guns in A Group? You must be tired of living, right? Hey! Head of your patrol squad, listen up! I'm warning you, with your skills, you don't even have the right to kneel and lick us! "

Augustine and the other officers were all holding wine jugs and looking over with food in their hands. The more they heard, the clearer they were. It turned out that there was a brother who had asked him to give the wine jugs to Lei.

"Who is it? Where are all your captains?" Commander Augustine had high qualifications, and Gabriel was not in front of him, so he became the commander.

He heard a group of soldiers running towards the west shouting:

"Commander, platoon leader Munk, they were captured. They were almost beaten to death. "

"Sir, they're cursing us! We've never been so angry before. . . "

I heard that Munk called the police to arrest them. Screams filled the air. Augustine angrily drank a mouthful of wine and pointed to the west and shouted:

"Go, go over there. Let's see who is so overbearing that they dare to bully me. "

As he said that, another group of warmongers rushed over.

They crossed the dirt road and entered the grassland on the west side. As long as they saw a police officer, they would immediately start fighting. They would swing their guns and hit. When the guns fell, the legs of the lower three roads would be kicked out.

Fortunately, these people did not hear the gunshots and came out to carry out the mission together. No one fired their first shot. Besides, there were only a few people who were good at group fights. Many people from the patrol team surrounded to watch the joke.

In the middle of the grass, the dozen or so soldiers who had just rushed up saw Munk and the other two who were punching and kicking, and immediately joined the battle.

In their eyes, these policemen were just a bunch of fellows who bullied the weak and feared the strong. The bear citizens were okay and did not have any combat strength, so the moment they charged over, their advantage was obvious.

"Son of a b * tch, aren't you afraid of death?" A big soldier, who was two meters away from the other party, pointed at the other party's nose and cursed. A few policemen were about to return the scolding.

A shadow flashed by the big man's side, and a meter long rifle flew over.

It was a heavy blow. The guy who was hit immediately spurted out blood. He cried out in pain:

"They killed me! Kill me!"

"Kill them! When did the patrol team get bullied? Do it now!"

The police officers at the outer perimeter shouted, and another group of people rushed over.

For a moment, three or four groups of people gathered in a circle on the grass, and they began to fight to the death.