C627 Night of the Steel Widow

At midnight, Maple Leaf Village was quiet.

Compared to usual, there were a lot of people patrolling around the village with guns on their backs.

These were the people of Team A and the Patrol Brigade. They were patrolling the whole night to ensure the safety of the temporary station according to the deployment of the Alliance Command.

In the calm and peaceful atmosphere on the surface, some restless things were also happening.

For example, in the wildlife protected area, a group of weird tongue-tongued dogs were wandering outside the stockade, trying to sneak attack a poor sheep or a dirty dog of a family.

Another group was Bart and the others.

These guys sneaked into a run-down house. After looking around for a long time, they finally grabbed a large denim shirt on the sand in front of the house.

How big was the shirt?

It was the one worn by Huang. It was twice as fat.

It was just a piece of clothing, yet it was still emitting a faint perfume smell.

When the big burger was brought over as if it was a treasure, Bart, who was in the darkness, revealed a perverted smile. A trace of evil thoughts flashed across the corner of his mouth as he said darkly, "Steel Widow, one moment, one moment. . . "

"Bart, you. . . Can you do it?"

This guy showed an expression that was difficult for ordinary people to understand, which made Mike feel disgusted and sour in his stomach. Even he started to laugh at him.

The big hamburger also felt embarrassed. It hesitantly took out a can and weighed it in its hand. It was full of confusion: "Boss, we, do we still need to do this? I'll just tell her that it's okay. A few notes will be enough to get rid of her. "

He really didn't understand, Bart was obsessed with that fat woman who was like a tomboy. . .

"Idiot, pig brain, didn't you notice? The water in the river here is incomparably sweet, even the air is fresher than Crown Prince City. . . " He wanted to say something like a handsome bird from a tall mountain, but seeing the three of them behaving like this, he decided not to say anything. He snatched the bait from the big hamburger's hands and went straight to the door of the house.

This was a typical Haillis local house.

The house was built on the hillside, surrounded by green trees. The clothes were hanging on the ground, and there was a water pressure well at the door. In the room, other than a shabby mattress, there was also a simple clothing rack.

Moonlight came in and vaguely saw a pot on a few rocks.

The steel widow was lying on the mat.

. . .

When she noticed a large rat visiting from the corner of the wall, she raised her head lazily.

First, she saw the rat's two bean-sized eyes, then she saw two metal boxes.

After pausing for a long time, she rubbed her eye sockets that were filled with eye feces. Finally, she saw clearly that there were two boxes of canned meat. She immediately sat up.

The mattress made a dull sound that could not withstand the pressure. She put her hands together and prayed silently: "My God, my God, is it Christmas Eve today?

You actually brought me a sumptuous meal. "

Even on Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve, she wouldn't be able to eat canned food. But now, it actually fell from the sky.

Not to mention lighting up the lights, she borrowed the faint moonlight to rise up.

She directly used her hands to open it. Her black and fat hands were like a fork spoon as she ate big mouthfuls.

She had never eaten such delicious food before. She ate until there was nothing left of the two boxes before gently sitting down.

After more than ten minutes, when she was reluctantly digesting the delicious food, she felt a bout of dizziness.

Not long later, a man pushed open the door and entered.

Excluding 500 words. . .

Fortunately, this place was far away from the neighbors. The closest one was also tens of meters away. In addition, there was a tall tree in the middle, so the sound could not be heard far.

But none of them would have thought that there were two people sitting on a strange tree branch in the southeast.

One of them was Zhao Xiaoming, and the other was Diana.

Diana held up the DV machine of the riot squad for the first time. Her eyes were filled with curiosity, but when she heard the commotion inside, she slowly retracted her sharp chin.

"My Little Ming, how could he be like this? Our civil servants also care about these things. We can't make him ugly! Smell it, otherwise. . . "

"Ah, man, you have to take good care of your pants and waist! Take, take these pants, sometimes the quality is bad. . .

Nana, move back, I'll adjust the focal length for you. " Little Ming was sitting behind him. His eyes were fixed on the house in the distance. That movement was very stimulating. He said absent-mindedly.

An hour passed. . .