C743 Stinky Tofu

"Malcolm, do it. Am I afraid of this? That Company Leader, tell him, how big of an official am I? "

Zhao Xiaoming mustered up his courage and shouted.

Harrison's gaze withdrew from the criminal, and he said anxiously:

"Chief, Commander. "

Although the bandit did not know how big the official was, he knew that he was not small.

How could they know? Xiaoming gently pushed his body backward and asked Dingzi to pierce him with all his strength. Only then did he relieve his nervousness.

He took a long breath and felt that he had finally passed.

That's right, the old Taoist had already returned.

This fellow was followed by a few people from China who were not afraid of getting into trouble.

These fellows had fought countless battles in the past, and they looked like they were out of sorts.

The key was that there was a dog next to them.

From afar, Little Ming looked at the dog and almost laughed out loud.

The dog's body was covered with a lot of black paint. This hand was too shabby, and it was even dripping to the ground.

How many times had he used the Whirlwind? He could not use the Empty City Strategy repeatedly. The old fart had used it again.

He was greatly disappointed.

The old Taoist priest also changed his clothes and changed into a new set of clothes. !!! His father's robe was pulled out from some rubbish bin. His clothes were dirty. The flies followed.

"Let's do it. I'll hold on for a while. " The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

A dark cloud was slowly passing by in the sky. What do you think he is pretending for? The sun is not glaring.

At this point, this is the only thing we can do. A person's life is at stake. Besides, there was also the fat woman he loved.

Behind him stood two believers who were not very devout. They made an inexplicable gesture and gestured. Xuan Xuan Xuan said, "Everyone, this priest saw the weather this morning and realized. . .

This family was surrounded by crows in the morning. The dark clouds were pressing against the ceiling and the humidity was high. It was a sign that someone was going to die.

A few bandits, ah, they can also be called unfamiliar friends. Allow me to do something for them. This is for you. . . "

The fellow narrowed his eyes and raised his chin, looking at the long faces above their heads with an inscrutable and compassionate expression.

"Bastard, I. . . " Big Face did not believe this and instantly flew into a rage.

"Boss, Boss, I had a bad dream last night.

I was starving. There was a bloody patch in front of me. There was food, but I didn't catch it. . . "

A criminal beside him looked at him and reminded him kindly.

Wasn't this nonsense? They were trapped in the fortifications and there wasn't much to eat. Plus, they had a lot of work for the whole day. How could they not be hungry?

It was impossible for them to dream about being stuffed to death even if they were hungry.

In fact, Long Face wasn't a bandit since he was born. He had been influenced by this since he was young. When he heard Long Face say it, although he was extremely suspicious, he smelled a strange smell in his nostrils.

It was a fragrance.

The smell of meat was incomparably fragrant.

He had only smelled it a few times, but his stomach already had a reaction. He wished he could run over and snatch the food away.

He hesitated for a moment, but the one next to the old Taoist priest hesitated. A man from China ran out recklessly.

The old Taoist priest was still muttering beside him: "It's fine, it's fine. Go ahead. Wealth comes from danger. You have your personal insurance. "

The guy put a few lunchboxes on the ground and smiled at the bandits. He walked back with a nervous look on his face.

The things were placed beside the bandits, and the aroma was overflowing, giving people a feeling that they could not stop.

"I can't eat it. Do you hear me? Watch carefully. "

The big elder frowned and scolded with a dark face as he walked over.

Everyone's tense hearts finally relaxed, but no one dared to be careless.

After all, there were so many bandits aiming their guns at this place. Once they opened fire, there would be corpses everywhere. At such a close distance, there was no way they could escape.

Big Face walked up to them and pointed his gun at Zhao Xiaoming and the others. He quickly bent down and picked up a box of food. He picked up a piece of meat and weighed it. Then, he looked at them again.

Hasson had been observing quietly. He really hoped that there would be some medicine in the food. However, no matter how much he thought about it, he could not think of any medicine in this place. He asked someone to take it and immediately put the gun down.

"Company leader, you're cunning. . . " A police officer beside him said worriedly.

"Tell our brothers, if there are no Huaxia people, this city will not exist. The situation is urgent. When the gun is fired, no one can retreat. I, Hassen, will definitely charge at the front. "

Hassen didn't reply to his words and immediately gave the order.

He guessed it. The long-faced man rolled his eyes a few times and threw the thing on the ground behind him. Without looking back, he said, "Call a child over. He will go first. "

Look, the head of the bandits did not have a brain for nothing. Sometimes, he was smart.

He made a small foreigner behind the old Taoist and complained, "Mr. Taoist, they, they. . . "

He wanted to say that these guys were cunning. He would not be able to deal with them in a while. He did not expect that the old Taoist priest would roll his eyes at him and raise his voice, "What poison?

All living beings are the children of God. I, my father, am devoted to good and has always maintained a neutral stance. I will definitely not be biased towards any side. . . "

Then, he began to tell the people who were about to die what to do.

The suspicion on the face relaxed a little. At this moment, he heard someone behind him reply, "Boss ate it. "

The large-eyed child was originally exhausted to death. When he saw the food on the ground, he struggled a few times before picking it up and eating it.

When this child knelt on the ground and endured the great pain, the moment he put the meat in his mouth, a greedy look immediately appeared. He had not eaten meat for who knew how many days. Zhao Xiaoming's eyes immediately became red. Tears covered his eyes as he blankly said:

"Pitiful, pitiful. This child's eyes are as beautiful as mine when I was young. "

"Surround this place and watch them. No one can escape. Eat. " The big, long face became alert and called out to those fellows.

One had to say, his method was really ruthless. What priest? They were all heading back, they should eat first before saying anything else.

The bandit soldiers gathered in front, picked up the food and ate it. It was so delicious.

Little Qiao looked at a black bag on the ground, looked at the taste of their food, and asked in a low voice, "Old Taoist, what about this?"

The elder Taoist personally took the big box and put it on the ground. He pushed the box away from the bandits and prayed.

"Those who are going to die have to eat too. Otherwise, you will often dream of starving ghosts.

Hungry ghosts. "

At this point, the atmosphere between the two sides had more or less calmed down. Logically speaking, Big Face wouldn't care anymore.

When the big meal box was in front of him, he suddenly lifted his foot and stepped on it. He waited for the old Taoist with killing intent and made arrangements. "Open it and see what it is.

Try it. "

A bandit picked it up. When he opened it, he immediately smelled an extremely stinky smell. It was so pungent that he did not eat it at all. He whispered, "A very stinky thing, a type of eastern food. "

The lunchbox was thrown to the back. The long-faced man had a piece of meat in his mouth. He slowly looked back, full of suspicion. . .