C733 Little Ming Was Going to be Unlucky

Monika has been sick for two days, lying in a simple hospital heavily guarded.

Dana and the other girls were carefully taking care of him.

Her illness was severe, and there were several external wounds on her body.

The key was that after being blown up by the bomb, her brain had been affected, and she was still unconscious.

A few police officers came in. When Diana and the others saw the situation, they thought that some big shot had come to visit. They hurriedly packed their things and respectfully went up to greet him.

Zhao Xiaoming appeared with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Nana, I missed you so much. Sigh, not seeing each other for a day was like three autumn days, not seeing each other for two days. You are like the clouds on that day, taking away my longing. . . " Zhao Xiaoming held his belly up and put on a pose that he thought was quite handsome. He elegantly stretched out his hands as if he was hugging someone.

They were all good friends. Let's make an international gesture and give him a hug. It was understandable, but Diana's face immediately turned red with embarrassment.

Every time Little Ming did this, he would hug him and the python would wrap around him. He would definitely. . .

"The gift I gave you. . . " Xiaoming said with a smile. Seeing her looking curiously, he immediately cleared his throat and said, "Lightly, you came, just like how you gently walked away. . . "

His English was originally full of magic. When he recited Never Rest Bridge, that taste was sweet, long and lingering, and full of tenderness. It was extremely romantic.

"Eh. . . "

"How thick-skinned of you. . . "

The other women began to mock him.

They clearly didn't care about this kind of confession where they didn't need to spend a single cent.

It made Diana's face turn fiery.

The resources here had long since been scarce. They were here to take care of Monika, and the supplies in the camp were not delivered in time either. They ate very badly, so they had been persisting.

Xiaoming seemed to have been prepared for this. He held Dina's hand and looked towards the door as he shouted.

Two police officers brought the food over.

There were two big boxes of pizza, a box of salad, crayfish, potato chips, drinks. . .

He had paid a high price for the crayfish. He had hired a local chef to make it, so he could put more tomato sauce in it. It definitely suited the tastes of these girls.

The three girls carried the crayfish away as if they had found a treasure. As they carried the crayfish, they reached out and ate it.

Dina knew that there was no one around, so she gently tapped Little Ming's nose and said sweetly, "Little Ming, this is great. "

Just this sentence alone was really not worth mentioning. The key was that she looked at Little Ming's chubby chest again, which made Little Ming's imagination run wild. He just hoped that the operation would end quickly and that the two of them would have a good date.

Diana lay on the bed under the shed, hanging a hanging bottle.

This hospital was extremely simple and crude. In order to prevent the house from being blown up and there was no time to evacuate, the patients were all placed in the courtyard.

Even though there were fire everywhere, it did not affect the number of patients in the courtyard.

All kinds of patients, infectious diseases, and non-infectious diseases were separated by screens.

Dean Kant was leading a group of medical staff around busily.

When he saw Zhao Xiaoming, who was chubby and followed a few police officers, he immediately became energetic and introduced himself.

After some small talk, he directly raised his conditions:

Ask the China team to help the doctors and medicine immediately.

He shut his mouth and called Xiaoming the director. Xiaoming was not polite, nor did he correct him. He kept saying, "Ah, say it, say it. "

Unable to bear the other party's request, Xiaoming agreed readily.

He said that the operation was over, and that he would immediately send people over.

After asking about Monika's condition, Kant said that it was not optimistic and that he had to continue infusion and observe for a few more days.

Finally, Zhao Xiaoming finished his work and his own serious business came.

He sat on the chair and began to tell the thrilling stories of the past few days. As usual, he told many people's matters to himself.

As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes and said tiredly, "I'm tired, Nana. If it wasn't for you supporting me, I wouldn't even know how I could have survived. "

She looked at Little Ming. After saying white words, he even gave Diana a score.

This touched Dina. She began to give him a massage.

Normally, she didn't feel much about massaging. But now it was different. One was for a beauty to massage him, and the other was for a beauty to massage him. Another is a firefight in the distance, he is enjoying it here. . . It was so comfortable.

He was half-asleep, enjoying himself. Who would have thought that Hobson and the others would be in a mess?

Hobson, Andy, Little Hubert, Foster and Adolf each took action, using the most ruthless method possible. Some launched sneak attacks, some directly attacked, and some even sent out a small number of people to lure him in.

They attacked from several places and clashed with John.

It had to be said that they had really put in a lot of effort.

The military police followed their boss and fought with all their might. They didn't want to really carve their names on the Monument of Heroes or lose their jobs.

The intense battle had been going on for more than an hour.

When they returned to the camp, the situation was disappointing: Adolf and the others had brought back five or six captives and some clothes.

Those were the corpses they had killed at the time. They had put the corpses there and brought back the clothes, which were the indicators for completing the mission.

A truck drove in.

The truck had long been beaten up like honeycomb coal.

Hobson imitated Huang Yuanzhu's method and added a thick steel plate to the car before charging directly into the group of bandits.

He was going all out. He was a little self-sacrificing.

However, John was able to tell that they were up to something with just a few glances. The machine gun was on the machine gun rack, and a few people were sent outside.

When these few groups of people rushed up, they intentionally let them close in, causing serious losses to the military and police officers.

Hobson jumped out of the car, and the police began to bring people down.

His results were the greatest, and he managed to capture over 20 of them alive.

One by one, the bandits with their faces covered in dirt and smelly bodies were taken down.

Adolf and the others came over to congratulate him. Although the target was not completed, Compared to them, it was already pretty good.

Hobson's face was even darker than steel plates. He glared at Adolf and scolded him angrily:

"What are you looking at? You don't know me? Get someone to work. There are still people in the car. "

Adolf was confused at first, but he soon realized the problem.

There were five or six wounded officers in the car. They had broken arms, injured legs, and were covered in blood. It was hard to avoid feeling sorry for them.

His loss was even greater.

These teams fought with all their might, but the result was not satisfactory.

At this time, he thought of the China group.

Hobson dislocated the patient and went to find someone to vent his anger.

Along the way, he cursed Zhao Xiaoming and the old Taoist for the first time in his life. All kinds of profanities had come up. He had seen the strange machine gun a few times.

He shouted angrily, "Xiao is not here. Their bad habits have come up. They are just trying to make a fool of themselves, aren't they? You just wait. "

It might be troublesome to find someone else, but it would be troublesome to find Fatty Zhao Xiaoming. He asked casually on the street, and a patrol immediately told him. This guy was hiding in the hospital, enjoying the massage of a beauty. Where's Mo?