C568 In the Face of Danger

As he fed them medicine, Xiao Qiangbing stomped his feet angrily and scolded: "Marshal, you son of a b * tch! You are the only one who can do this! Why do you have to drink water? Why the f * ck are you talking about the Qingquan River?

I will kill you later. And you, Old Liu, Old Daoist. . . If you have anything to say, tell Old Huang. He'll send a message to your family. "

These were all words of anger. The focus of suspicion was getting more and more concentrated. Those people below must have poisoned the river first. Then they came over to snatch their things.

Although he complained, Xiao Qiangbing also felt a trace of relief. At least the two of them did not drink the river water. In addition, Zhao Xiaoming was injured and did not drink either. That was why the three of them were left behind. Otherwise, they would have been taken care of by the other party a long time ago.

"Go up, go up. They have violated our home and gave us food.

Give us food. . . "

Suddenly, someone under the bridge shouted, Then came all kinds of noises.

"Nobody move! Everyone, hold on! Hold on! Little Fatty, Little Fatty, let's go negotiate!"

Xiao Qiang Bing was incomparably anxious. He could only make this arrangement.

Huang Yuanzhu guarded the western end of the bridge, taking care of the two cars. He guarded the eastern end. Zhao Xiaoming hurried over.

This fellow's waist was in great pain. As he walked, he held his waist. When he got in front of him, he really wanted to complain, but Xiao Qiangbing immediately choked him. He waved his hand and said:

"Hurry up and think of a way. The sooner the better. It's your problem how you think. "

"Think of a way. About this, how about I make them lose color in their underpants?" Zhao Xiaoming suddenly thought of this and casually began to tell the story.

He was talking about a local barbarian who was known as the Second Brother. He had not been married for a long time, and the usage of that thing was relatively high. It caused his balls to change color, and he found a quack. He said that he had been infected, and that he had been directly cut off. There was only one left between the two of them.

Not long after, his face changed color as well. The barbarian found another doctor and said that the infection had been transferred. In order to not spread, he had to endure the pain and cut off this as well.

Thinking about it, he had cut off two balls in total. How tragic was that?

In the end, after a period of time, the color of the stick changed as well.

The barbarian was in so much pain that he wished he could die. He staggered to the hospital, and in the end, the doctor still asked him to cut off his balls.

Out of the three key components, two had been cut off, and the last one was gone. Life. . .

Cough, cough. The barbarian finally had an idea. The doctor was praising him for his respect for medicine, but he finally had an idea. He decided to find another hospital to diagnose.

The new diagnosis results were out. The stick and stick were saved. The barbarian was so angry that he fainted on the ground. All kinds of changes in color were caused by the color of his underpants.

After Zhao Xiaoming finished talking about this, he laughed so hard that he fell back and forth. Xiao Qiangbing did not laugh at all. He calmly asked him:

"This kind of joke, can you stop them? Can you guarantee that none of them will come up? "

This made Zhao Xiaoming angry.

He raised the automatic rifle, took off the outer cover, and threw it to Xiao Qiangbing. He pointed at his face and shouted:

"Cover it for me. I'll throw caution to the wind. These bastards, I'm going to start a massacre today. "

Zhao Xiaoming cursed and made many villagers look at him. This guy had been watching him for a long time. There was a wooden stake next to him that had not been repaired for a long time. It was almost broken. Knowing that many people were looking at him, he suddenly threw a palm at them.

Huff!

The huge wooden stake was broken.

The villagers were so shocked that they were all stunned. They were all guessing who this guy was. Didn't he just say he was a priest?

These were all suspicions. Zhao Xiaoming pointed the gun in his hand at the crotch of a group of people and almost roared:

"Bastard, come here! Come here! I told you to try breaking an egg with a single shot!

What kind of bullsh * t discipline is this? What kind of rule is this? All of you, get lost! Do you want to bully the dead? "

At the crucial moment when the villagers were confused, Zhao Xiaoming suddenly lowered the muzzle of his gun and aimed at the ground in front of the villagers.

The gun was only one or two meters away from them, and it instantly made a deafening sound. It scared them so much that they immediately ran away. Many people started to shout in a low voice:

"Demon, demon, this fatty. . . "

When this guy came to this point, he did not play according to the rules. Just because he was so vulgar, Xiao Qiang Bing was so angry that he wanted to beat him up. This was not in line with the requirements of the team. But after thinking about it, In this situation, if he did not use a little bit of force, he would not be able to keep his things, and his life would be in danger.

Therefore, Xiao Qiangbing could only spoil this guy who was like a young master and a brother.

Having gotten what he wanted, Zhao Xiaoming became even more arrogant. He walked towards the west and cursed like a bandit. The muzzle of his gun pointed at those people on the distant hillside.

"Useless thing, despicable person. You don't know that if I don't shoot for three days, my hands will itch, right? Come on up. Come on up. "

Not only was this fellow not afraid, but his voice was also getting louder and louder. It seemed that if he was slightly dissatisfied, he would crazily shoot these people.

Without any suspense, he chased down quite a number of people from the west.

The situation now changed quite a bit: countless villagers stood far away, raising their hands to beg for a job, pitifully sitting on the ground with their legs crossed. There were more than three hundred people, old and young, trapped here alive.

Zhao Xiaoming was addicted to being a bad guy and a ruthless person. When he came over, he was still cursing.

"Qiang Zi, quickly think of a way. Can Old Liu and the others do it? If they are all dead in a while, they will have to be thrown into this damn clear spring river. . . "

In Zhao Xiaoming's view, the three of them would definitely not be able to do it. With that little bit of lousy medicine, could they still treat poisoning? It was complete nonsense.

In this kind of place, there was nothing. Apart from taking a few pieces of medicine, they sat paralyzed beside the bridge and snorted.

Each of them was in so much pain that they kept rubbing their stomachs. The old Taoist priest said his last words to Monkey and Dog three times.

Zhao Xiaoming's voice was very loud. The three of them obviously heard it. Fatty Liu's face was extremely pale, and his mouth even turned purple. He was stifled and aggrieved, and his tears finally fell: "Brothers, if Liu Dapeng really can't take it anymore, can you. . . Sigh. . . "

This fellow said that if he died, could he transport the corpse back?

This place was all unfamiliar to the locals. They were all pure natives and had all kinds of living habits. Don't eat his meat.

Also, this place was full of wild animals, ants, and poisonous insects. They must be transported away as soon as possible.

However, on second thought, with this road condition, even if they were to be transported back, it would still be a bumpy ride. His mood was even worse to the extreme. He began to sob.

On the other hand, Zhao Xiaoming squatted beside him and said, "Old Liu, my condolences. Your Great Wall Restaurant is quite a big place. So many foodies and customers will remember you. The Fatty Food and Beverage Culture you created is quite good. Oh, right. How much more savings do you have now?

The salary of the employees is not delayed. And. . . Are you considering it?"

As this fellow speaks, he looks at him solemnly before looking at himself, meaning that there is something that you need to explain clearly.