C567 Determination

"Come here, my assistant, if any of them dare to do anything, shoot them right away and send them to God, do they want me to put the damn Ebola virus here?"

Zhao Xiaoming said in a low voice. In order to perform the role, he constantly drew a cross in front of his chest and even fiercely shouted at the yellow root pillar beside him.

Of course, Huang knew the principle of putting out the fire by putting on a show. He stood in front of him with his head held high and his submissive manner made people want to laugh out loud.

At that moment, a skinny man among the black people took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put it on. He looked up at him again, looked at him for a while, then lowered his head and said:

"I've seen a lot of doctrines, like priests and grandmasters. There are no eastern people, he's a liar. "

This time, the villagers who were hesitating just now all lowered their heads to admit their mistakes to the priests and raised their heads, looking at the bridge in an unfriendly manner.

Fortunately, Fatty Liu and the rest had already climbed onto the bridge.

They said a few simple words and basically came to an agreement: Although these villagers did not have any weapons, it was very likely that they were controlled by bad people to cause trouble here.

"No way. The sentries in the camp are trembling. The last time Huang caught a spy, they were all defeated by him. No one dared to cause trouble anymore. How could they have guessed that?

We might even be able to ride a helicopter or a motorboat. It's impossible. . . " Zhao Xiaoming thought that was absolutely impossible.

Xiao Qiangbing looked at the black mass of people below. Although there were a few people with machetes and sticks, they did not have any extreme behavior. Moreover, most of these people were half grown up, about 1. 5 meters tall, and their strength could not be ignored, but they gave people the impression that they were still children.

Xiao Qiangbing's thoughts became more and more terrifying as he looked at the wooden faces.

"They snatched something to eat, smashed the stove, and even fired the guns. Why aren't they leaving?"

This was only a momentary thought. In fact, the more he thought about it, the clearer his mind became. This had been planned for a long time. It was a very vicious method of killing with a soft knife.

Fortunately, Huang Guzhu and Liang Shuai separated to hold the bridgehead. These two fellows were tall and sturdy, and their appearances were frightening. Those fellows below did not dare to come up for a moment.

At this moment, not to mention their appearance, just the equipment on Huang Yuanzhu's body was enough to scare people.

He was holding a machine gun with one hand, and there was a submachine gun hanging on his arm. There was something like a rope on his shoulder. It was unknown whether it was used to hit people or to escape danger in an emergency.

He looked at Liang Shuai again. He held a gun in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other.

This guy probably played for a long time and seemed to be very familiar with it.

By doing so, Xiao Qiangbing was more or less relieved.

Fighting was a game that consumed super brain cells. Only after careful consideration, coupled with rich experience, could they come up with the most scientific countermeasures. The countermeasures that they came up with were very easy to be wiped out in an instant.

Zhao Xiaoming leaned against the bridge and mumbled with a mouth full of confusion:

"Damn it, don't they all believe in God? Isn't it that they advocate good deeds, good deeds, evil deeds, and retribution? Aren't they afraid of going to hell and snatching meat skewers to eat? Aren't they afraid of having a stomachache?"

Perhaps they were afraid that Xiao Qiangbing would blame him, but he actually spoke so seriously.

This was also a kind of attitude. In order to ask for help, although he failed, his subjective performance was not bad.

"Little Ming, right, curse them. These damn fellows, after eating my food, they have to have diarrhea. They didn't have diarrhea and immediately stopped. Just pull them to death. "

Fatty Liu remembered that he had suffered such a huge loss and couldn't help but curse.

Just as he finished cursing, he saw that Zhao Little Ming's face started to change color. Sometimes it was red, and sometimes it was white. It seemed to be very uncomfortable.

Fatty Liu was just about to ask him what was wrong when he saw Zhao Xiaoming suddenly pat his stomach. He got up and ran to the side. As he ran, he shouted, "Old Liu, bring some paper over. Hurry up. "

This unlucky guy was cursing him. He had a stomach ache.

Things happened quite suddenly. Fatty Liu impatiently took out the paper and was about to send it over to him. After taking two steps, he felt that his intestines were starting to twist. After taking another two steps, dense sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. He slowly squatted on the ground and said hesitantly:

"Brothers, brothers, my stomach hurts. " The old Taoist priest was talking to Xiao Qiangbing when he immediately went over to ask him what had happened.

"Fatty, don't talk nonsense. Are you pretending?"

He had just finished speaking when he took five or six steps. He felt an unbearable pain in his abdomen and squatted down immediately.

Xiao Qianbing was so anxious that his eyes were burning. He hurriedly asked loudly, "What's wrong? What's the situation?"

No one answered him. His ears were filled with the sound of moaning.

He suddenly looked southeast and saw that Liang Shuai was already leaning against the bridge. He was holding his stomach and shivering.

He looked at the yellow root pillar again. This guy was fine. He looked around and found nothing unusual. He turned his head around and looked anxious.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoming came over with his pants up. He scolded Fatty Liu snappily, "Old Liu, I've eaten too much meat. Why are you guys following me? Get up. Get up. "

However, no matter how they scolded, Fatty Liu and Liang Shuai's stomachs were hurting more and more. They kept rubbing and their mouths were trembling.

"Fatty Liu, no, Elder Liu, you know a little. Tell me, what's the first feeling?" Xiao Qiangbing could not care less about the bridge. He walked over in a few steps. Just as he wanted to ask Fatty Liu, he felt that this fellow would not be able to say anything, so he asked the old Daoist.

The old Taoist was half a god and half a man. He knew a little about medicine and was comparable to half a barefooted doctor.

The fellow looked at Monkey and Dog as if he was thinking about them. Seeing that the two of them were fine, he was more or less relieved. After giving it some serious thought, he felt it again. He fiercely pointed at the bottom of the bridge and said:

"Qiang Zi, Qiang Zi, water, they poisoned it. "

When he said that, Xiao Qiangbing immediately broke out in cold sweat.

They were all his brothers. If he died just like that. . . He felt sorry for them.

It was useless to regret anything now. He naturally understood this point.

He quickly ran to Huang Guzhu and whispered to him:

"Big guy, I'll watch over you. Go and find the emergency medicine. Bring the anti-inflammatory ones and disinfectant ones. Cui Dacai should be ready. You can carry the old Taoist to him. He should be able to help. "

He took over the Huang Guzhu. Huang supported the old Taoist and could not help but comfort him. He told him to hold on, or else he would die.

He found the first aid kit and looked at all kinds of medicine bottles. Huang Guzhu was also a little panicky. He could not find the one who had diarrhea and anti-inflammatory symptoms. It was the old Taoist who had sharp eyes and pulled out a bottle of medicine from below.

"This, this, get some water. "

Huang Yuanzhu found a bottle of water from the trunk. He used his teeth to bite off the bottle cap and gave it to him to drink.

It might not work even if he drank it, but if he didn't take medicine, no one knew how long it would last.

Huang Yuanzhu pulled him back again and began to give medicine to Fatty Liu and Liang Shuai.