C746 Two Living Babies

This guy even gave way to Hobson, and although Hasson had a problem with it, he didn't dare contradict it openly, but he couldn't hold it in any longer. He looked at the injured brother behind Xiaoming and complained in a low voice:

"Sir, we can't catch him. Brother is injured. I. . . "

Speaking of loss, that really hit Zhao Xiaoming's tears again. He muttered, " Mm, mm, I should pay attention to my subordinates. Only then can I have more combat power.

Old Taoist, your foundation in the masses is not bad. Get some good food for our brothers. "

"Mr. Commander, I smell it. It smells fine, but it has a super beautiful taste. I'm very curious. Stir-Stir-Stirring Lei. It should taste better than pizza. "

A chubby police officer, who was completely wet, stammered in agreement.

Zhao Xiaoming could not help but look over and found that this fellow was too similar to him.

He was wearing the biggest fat clothes, and his two legs were almost the same as an elephant's legs. He looked like a short and fat man.

In other people's eyes, this kind of person definitely did not have any tactical attainment. The little guy was completely drenched.

It seemed that his legs were wet and full of sweat, and he was still moving.

But in Xiaoming's eyes, the cutest thing in the world was Fatty. At least he had a good appetite, a good mentality, and a good quality of sleep.

"Black Fatty, um, a team that's not full, and a police officer who doesn't have fat and calories to support him, can he win a battle? Later, come here, come here. " He comforted Lil' Fatty Black and called him over.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he looked at the other party with admiration and said with some heartache:

"Brother, let's use our advantage. If we can't run fast, what's the big deal?

We have the ability to observe. Especially you, you are stuttering. . . "

Zhao Xiaoming had good mental fortitude, and there was still a constant crossfire in the distance. Not far away, there were still gunmen hiding, and they were chatting with each other.

At first, everyone felt that what he said was very reasonable. After that, they felt that what he said was too funny. However, it made sense when they thought about it.

According to his point of view, Fatty was generally smart. Just like him, other people would spend all their energy on running and exchanging fire. It was true that Fatty ran slowly, but there was a limit to what human energy could be used on physical strength.

His brain was affected.

On the contrary, if the fatties ran slower, thought for a long time, and considered the problem thoroughly, they would naturally contribute greatly.

In Xiaoming's opinion, Black Fatty's stuttering was not bad. He had long concluded that the average person's stuttering IQ was much higher compared to a person's puberty.

The others were all blabbering and stuttering. The other party was thinking. How could a matter not go through his brain and be considered carefully?

His theory was too strange. Someone laughed in a low voice. Some people stared blankly at the dog, but Black Fatty was different. He was so touched that tears welled up in his eyes.

This fellow was chubby. He had not bathed for god knows how many days. He had been busy on duty all day, and his entire body emitted a faint stench.

The old Taoist saw it. Little Ming started to speak bluntly and quickly said:

"Little Fatty, can you do it? What are you doing? There are so many things I haven't done yet. Say, what the heck is Fatty doing?

It's just a fatty who is lazy and greedy. How can Hassan and the others be happy. . . "

Without a doubt, the old Taoist was very disgusted by this matter. He felt that Little Ming was talking nonsense. Others would get angry.

"Oh, my God, the sunlight dispels the haze. It's amazing. I actually met such a benevolent officer today.

He was able to treat Lil 'Fatty this way. He was so caring and caring for his subordinates. He worked for this kind of officer. . . "

Behind the old Taoist priest, someone suddenly sighed with emotion in a low voice.

The old Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this. He thought that Hassan had asked him to do this. When he looked back, he was instantly shocked. Many police officers were touched by Xiaoming's words, and their expressions became serious. They started to discuss in low voices.

"Haha, look. What kind of cute animal does Black Fatty look like?"

Zhao Xiaoming asked warmly.

. . . ""

". . . "

These guys were still thinking about the mission. After whispering to each other for a while, they could not guess what it was.

Xiaoming walked over with his hands behind his back. He patted the shoulder of the little black fatty and said mysteriously, "National Treasure Panda. It's cute and adorable. It's fat, middle fat. "

As soon as he said this, the image of the panda in the movie immediately appeared in everyone's mind. They immediately smiled knowingly.

This time, Black Fatty became Zhao Xiaoming's follower. He stood beside Zhao Xiaoming and had a big belly. It was extremely funny.

Xiaoming had an enigmatic look on his face. He looked at Hassen with a rather disapproving look. He pointed at the black street in the east and said half-angrily and half-jokingly,

"Captain, the main ability of an official is to discover talents, just like how Xiao Qiangbing discovered a national treasure like me. You just need to act as his assistants. Black Fatty, follow. . . "

After hearing what he said, Harrison blushed and tried to defend himself, but he immediately held back.

Lil 'Ming instructed Lil' Fatty Hei to carry a gun with one hand. His belt was covered with grenades.

The two of them walked in front. It was a bit like two pandas taking a stroll. If one took a closer look, they would think of the big black bear.

The two of them basically occupied the entire street. Hassan couldn't help but watch. He wanted to rush to the front several times, but because of Little Ming's authority, he gave up. However, he had mixed feelings in his heart:

Worry, fear, mockery.

Everyone would have such thoughts. With the two of them acting like idiots, walking in front as the vanguard was obviously showing off and causing trouble.

It was not just him. Almost everyone thought so.

Zhao Xiaoming looked back a few times and saw the situation. A disdainful smile appeared on his chubby face. When he turned his head, he looked in a direction and said softly:

"Lil 'Fatty, the grass, the grass, the trees. Come here. "

He was telling Lil' Fatty Black to throw grenades.

Lil 'Fatty Black stuck his head out to take a look. The other places were all black. The bushes were dense. The vegetation there was sparse. One could see the big black wall at a glance. There was no one there at all.

However, the black shadow beside them was even larger.

He raised the grenade and said with a bitter face:

"Chief, Chief, Commander, is it alright?"

"Listen to my orders, throw it!" Zhao Xiaoming narrowed his eyes, looking profound and unfathomable.

He threw the grenade. Black Fatty knew that there was no one there, so he instinctively took a few steps back and reached out to grab Xiaoming. He didn't want to crash him.

"At least. . . " He shouted anxiously and found that Little Ming had already made his move.

More than ten meters to the right had already exploded. Zhao Little Ming seemed to have changed. His footsteps were much faster as he headed straight to a place not far from the left.

A black shadow was stuck in the bush like a dog. He was trembling from the blast of the grenade. He couldn't help but rush out.

The man waved his gun and rushed towards Xiaoming.

The shadow and Xiaoming were about to crash into each other when they saw Xiaoming easily take two steps back. He suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked the unlucky bandit's knee with his chubby leg.

There was a thud!