C732 Capturing People

"Meeting, meeting. "

Hobson called everyone over.

All the core members had arrived. A group of people surrounded him, standing in the open space in the middle of the tent and starting to study.

The yellow root pillar was on the Shaman Mountain. Other than him, there were still more than a dozen people standing.

In front of him, there was a dark mass of people. Hobson had wanted to scold and complain just now. Looking at his brothers, he let out a long sigh and said:

"Everyone, the situation is very complicated. I, the deputy mayor of the Town Marshal Battalion, feel a lot of pressure. Andy, how old have I been?"

Looking at this old man with a rough personality, he obviously had a weakness in his IQ. He had even forgotten how old he was.

Andy immediately told him, "Old Battalion Commander, you are fifty-five years old this year. It was two years ago that you left the old Independent Battalion. It will be your birthday in six days. We. . . Will remember that. "

Andy's voice was somewhat desolate.

In the past, when Hobson celebrated his birthday, he would pay for it with his own money. The whole battalion would throw a party in the camp area. The big fish and big meat were ready, and a cart of beer was pulled in. The soldiers and officers were having fun with each other. It was really refreshing.

Under such circumstances, the surrounding rebel soldiers pressed down on the border. There were still so many people in the city, and Mount Witchcraft was even more nervous. How could his loyal subordinate not feel miserable?

Grief was spreading.

But everyone seemed to feel a special power in sorrow.

Hobson sighed sadly and said, "Andy, remember this. I, Hobson, died in public when I was fifty-five years old.

Every year at this time, go and sweep the tombs for me and pray for me. "

When he said this, everyone was even more shocked.

This fierce person was going all out.

He didn't even fear life or death anymore. Who could still interfere in falling behind? Each and every one of their expressions were serious, and they couldn't help but clench their fists.

Adolf puffed out his chest, took out a stack of notes, and threw them to Andy, saying in a low voice:

"Andy, if there is a chance, you will be the first to retreat. Take it. If there is a beautiful tomorrow in Kenny City, please engrave our names on the tombstones. This money is enough to build a monument. "

Once these words were said, the crowd immediately fell silent, but the sound of breathing became heavier.

"It's my treat. Take me with you. I'm starving. " From afar, Zhao Xiaoming got off the motorcycle and looked at the motorcyclist with satisfaction. He nodded his head in a gentleman's manner and immediately called over.

He had been disturbed by the perfect atmosphere.

He was smiling cheekily and countless gazes of criticism were looking at him.

The old Taoist priest had been cooperating with him better and better recently. He hurried over to pull his sleeve and tried to smooth things over. He said, "It's fine, it's fine. Xiaoming must have a good idea. "

The two of them quickly went to the side to study for a while. When they came back, they came up with a bold idea.

Let's do it in groups. No matter what, in today's day, one group must get rid of 50 bandits.

From Team A, from the police department of Silverfox Town, from the defense team. Local Police Department, 50 bandits per group. That was more than 200 people.

"What's wrong? They can't do it anymore? 250 is inauspicious, stupid. How about this, we, the people of China, are on the same team. Then we'll have six groups. Over 300. That should be enough. " Zhao Xiaoming looked at their sad faces and couldn't help but want to laugh. He quickly threw a piece of gum into his mouth and ate it.

When everyone heard this, they felt that this was too idealistic.

It was simply impossible. The bandits were gathered at the mall and there were more and more of them at the periphery. There were still many places to guard here. With such a comparison, the difference in strength was huge.

Hobson, Adolf, and little Hubert gathered together and studied for a long time, but they really couldn't come up with any good ideas.

They were still gathered there and repeatedly theorizing, and Director Foster was so anxious that he kept lecturing Clyde and Hassan.

After pondering for a long time, even if half of the people were sent out, it would still be difficult.

In broad daylight, a police officer was dealing with a bandit. He was not a match for them at all.

He was well aware of their strength. The team had just received them from that guy at the Special Gate. They had never trained before.

This could be seen from the fact that the police department had to change hundreds of plastic chairs every year.

The sturdy chairs were all broken by those lazy people.

Also, their equipment was far from good, and there were very few machine guns.

At least half of the people used pistols, and quite a few were old and worn left wheels. That thing could catch people or something, but if they were to fight a few hundred meters away, the firepower would not be able to catch up.

They hadn't thought of anything, but since they had already agreed, then they had to think of a way.

Hobson brought Silver Fox's men over. It was the person who wore a white cloth on his head and dared to attack with his killing intent.

Group A Andy specifically picked out a dozen or so experienced people, found a place, and brought them to study how to attack, cut off the other side, and kill the bandits who ventured forward.

Little Hubert stood in front of a group of police officers and pointed in the direction of Mount Witchcraft. He began to mobilize his thoughts.

"Brothers, what we said in the past was good. Promoting three levels in a row will continue to be effective, but we must understand one thing. Chief Niles is still surrounded. If he's injured and can't get out, then what's the point of mentioning it? "

. . .

Looking at Zhao Xiaoming and the old Taoist, the two of them muttered for a long time and their faces turned red.

Fatty Liu and Liang Shuai were holding their phones to contact a certain place in the seafood business. When they opened their mouths to shut their mouths, there were more than a dozen containers and hundreds of thousands of deposit.

"Let's do it. Wealth comes from danger. The results are for the two of you. We are busy. . . "

Fatty Liu had his shoulders on his back. He shook his shoulders and said casually. It seemed like he was about to leave.

"Old Liu, use your phone. . . " Zhao Xiaoming said seriously.

He had just returned from the mountain. There must be a problem with his phone. Fatty Liu handed it over casually.

"What is it? It's out of battery. Marshal, give me your. . . " Zhao Xiaoming tried it, but the call did not go out. He asked for Liang Shuai's again.

Liang Shuai had a blank expression on his face. His mind was full of business, so he gave it to him conveniently.

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaoming raised his phone and aimed at a big rock beside him. With a fierce look in his eyes, he said, "You want to run away, right? You're tricking the little fatty. Now that he's gone, who's going to work?

Alright, no one. Pay. Five thousand per person. "

The two of them were still hesitating when Zhao Xiaoming shamelessly called out," What are you looking at? I've practiced. If you throw your phone, you'll definitely break your phone card. "

When the two brothers saw that he was ruthless, each of them obediently handed over two thousand yuan and ran away as if they were running away.

He handed five hundred yuan to the old Taoist priest and whispered:

"Those two things are not good people. Give them another one thousand yuan. Let's count it as five hundred each. Go and work. Go. "

The old Taoist saw the unexpected fortune and did not think much about it. He quickly asked what he should do.

Zhao Xiaoming whispered to him. Hearing the old Taoist's words, the old Taoist's face was filled with worry. Sometimes, he smiled happily, but soon, it became gloomy again.