C747 The Leader's Style

"Commander, commander. . . "

His body flashed. His chubby body almost fell to the ground, Hassen shouted anxiously.

As soon as he said that, he realized that he was wrong: In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xiaoming kicked that fellow to the ground.

The unlucky bandit rolled on the ground and was about to get up when Xiaoming's chubby foot stepped on his neck. He warned in a low voice, "Don't move. If you don't want your neck to be broken. "

He suddenly became alert.

Seeing that he had extraordinary skills, Hassen and the others didn't dare to be neglectful. They all rushed up and started to help him.

Then, they looked at the little black fatty and excitedly wiped the sweat off his face as he shouted. His smile was as bright as the morning sun.

In the south wall, in the northern courtyard, since all the good people were hiding, there was nothing to be afraid of. Lil' Fatty would beat Zhao Xiaoming wherever he pointed. It was not just a warning, but also some other way. In short, without even three sounds, someone inside obediently came out and surrendered.

There were also those who did not surrender. Black Fatty did not stand on ceremony either. He did not capture the other party alive. He either exploded or fainted.

In the squadron, he was chubby, slow, and clumsy. This type of person rarely appeared. No captain needed him. This time, he followed Zhao Xiaoming and was in the limelight.

He was verifying Xiaoming's crooked theory about Fatty's intelligence and bravery. The other policemen looked at him with envious eyes as if they were worthless.

They had almost caught him, so they listened to the crime scene. Someone let out a tragic cry.

"Damn fatty, I want to file a complaint, complain, Boss John, and Commander Mengke Hu will never let you go.

Burn this street and the surrounding areas, kill everyone "

Big Head's face was in so much pain, This kind of pain is close to the limit, his personality becomes crazy, and he starts cursing like a trapped beast.

After all, the Iron Widow and Mrs. Marvin were just ordinary people. After beating enough, they had vented their anger, so their enthusiasm had decreased a bit. This guy felt that an opportunity had come.

In his opinion, whatever bullshit alliance team, what local police department, to reach this extent was purely a fluke. The army outside the city was fighting fiercely on the Sorcerer Mountain, ready to charge in at any time.

In their hearts, the Feral Tiger Organization would never lose. Now, whoever bullied them, their leader would return the favor with his teeth and take revenge crazily.

Surrounded by a group of people, Zhao Xiaoming walked over in a wobbly manner.

This commander had just found the feeling of being an official. Needless to say, he knew that Hassen and the little black fatty's respect for him was still at the initial stage. He was still far from being a loyal fan.

He didn't need anyone to say anything, he would use his own brain.

"Elder Taoist, your woman. I helped you get it out. Nothing happened. You can return this favor. " He spoke implicitly and even smiled subtly. He gave Elder Taoist a look that said "you understand. "

He was asking the old Taoist priest to convince this guy. Although the old Taoist priest was unwilling, when he saw the angry look in the Iron Widow's eyes, this kind of look was given to a hero. He immediately nodded and replied politely:

"Commander Xiaoming, what kind of favor is this? My brother, if I don't help you, who can I help?"

This was said loudly. And then?

He guided Zhao Xiaoming to look at a big tree in the east and said in a low voice:

"Fatty, it's done. Get some delicious food for Wukong. You know what happened. "

Not far away, there was a big tree with lush branches and leaves. There were hundreds of bird nests and the diameter was more than half a meter. Let alone hiding an animal. Even if there were people on it, it would be hard to find them.

Wu Kong had always been up there. This fellow hung a milk bottle that was filled with drinks. After drinking it all, the air command mission was also completed, and he was currently descending.

Only the two of them noticed this scene.

When Zhao Xiaoming saw that Hasan and the others were escorting people out, he should be sending them to prison immediately. He immediately cleared his throat and said somewhat harshly:

"Hassen, you need to know some rules. Do you know why you always failed in the past?

It's because you're not good at concluding things and don't know how to educate your brothers to have confidence. "

Before they could ask, he had already blurted it out.

Because of this, Hasson arranged for a few people to watch the captives. They immediately surrounded Zhao Xiaoming and waited for him to conclude.

"Let's go. The lighting is not good here. It's a microphone that hasn't spoken yet. It's at the intersection. " Zhao Xiaoming said in an extremely pretentious manner. He didn't care what other people's expressions were, and directly walked towards the intersection.

They had just walked there, and before Xiaoming had the time to speak, he heard the long-faced man say something. He shouted loudly: "Spare me! Spare me!"

He looked at this guy again. He was surrounded by Mrs. Marvin's family, and the old Daoist and Hua Erhu were standing in front of him teaching him a lesson.

"Kid, that matter at the Yellow Pavilion Hotel was done by your people, right?"

Hua Erhu pointed at his nose and asked.

He had learned from the old Taoist, so his confidence and temper had increased. He pulled his face, hoping that this fellow would plead guilty or apologize immediately.

"That's right, that's right. We did it. That was the first step.

We didn't have time later. If we had time, we would have killed all the Chinese in the city, followed by the Asians. Hmph, who told you to know Xiao Qiangbing? Those who know him must die. "

The man with the long face was too stubborn. It's already like this. . . His brain was still a bit stiff.

The old Taoist had seen this kind of thing many times. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, he saw that Hua Erhu had an unknown source of strength. The dirty leather shoes aimed at the long face's dry leg and kicked it a few times.

That place was a human's sore spot. It was so painful that the long-faced man hugged his leg and cried out.

"I have quite a big opinion of the Huangs. Brother, not good, not good. That's really not good. "

The old Taoist had a kind look on his face as if he was teaching earnestly. He stretched his hand behind him and Markang handed him a plastic bag.

At first glance, he saw that the bag contained something that looked like a white dough.

With a glance, Hua Erhu immediately pressed on the neck of the long-faced man and controlled him to avoid moving.

This old Taoist priest, even though he still maintained a unique appearance, his hands were not idle at all. He took off the long-faced man's pants and pulled. With a glance, he saw the thing that was almost bitten off by the whirlwind.

It was extremely disgusting, it was swollen a few times.

There was also a bite mark of a wolfdog, it seemed that the injury was not light.

Splash! Splash! Strands of lime fell into it.

Think about it, scatter the raw stone ash. On that wound, it felt. . . Tsk tsk!

This fellow starts to cry out crazily.

But after two cries, something was stuffed into his mouth. It was a long thing, soft and soft. It was slippery. He heard the old Taoist say in a strange tone, "It's fine, it's fine. Just open your mouth.

Kid, you are more vicious than a poisonous snake. Then let it in, haha. . . "

The fellow who threatened to kill the Asians and the Asians had a mental breakdown. His face was ugly, his eyes were dull, and he was trembling all over. Every now and then, when he looked at someone, he would shout like he had a seizure:

"Chinaman, Chinaman, this is too good to be filmed. "