The Japanese soldier was scolded by the boss and quickly clamped his crotch and went out.

After he left, Lao Wei immediately landed his eyes on the computer screen.

On the screen is the scene of the Japanese walking out of his office.

This is independent monitoring.

Old Wei stared at the picture with bright eyes.

I saw the Japanese shaking the sweat on his head and took out the phone. It should have been calling his younger brother. He rushed to the phone and said, "The boss just hit me. You're so quiet recently. Don't mess around. Have you heard it?"

Lu Ming downstairs said with a dark face. After putting down the phone, he stared at the car with cold eyes and suddenly asked the third brother beside him: "How is that Xiao Tao's strength?"

"Brother Ming, why are you asking about this?"

"Don't he dare to challenge me? After you arrive, you can bring his team of people to my side and fight for the first wave."

The third brother agreed and thought that this dog's day was poisonous.

Because no matter whether you are in a war or in a fight, the head wave has always suffered the most casualties.

Speaking of the fire after the Era, swords and guns were used together, and fighting was almost the same as fighting.

Especially today when everyone goes to the planning area to force Liang Bo to transfer the land, this is equivalent to stealing someone's wealth, and the other party will definitely be anxious.

So if you can't say it's right today, you have to have a few, so naturally whoever is in trouble will be in trouble.

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After Gu Haitao and Wang Zhisheng left, Lin Yao returned indoors.

On his bed was a thin middle-aged woman who seemed to be a paper man.

The woman has deep eye sockets and is as thin as a bone.

She is obviously in her forties, but she looks over fifty.

Lin Yao picked up the rice bowl by the window, brewed a bag of rice paste, and brought it to her mother and gently fed it.

Then he helped his mother to the bathroom without hesitation.

Then Lin Yao picked up the old but excellent military green backpack hanging behind the door and said to his mother: "Stop it well, I'll get some medicine for you."

After saying that, he locked the door and set off.

Lin Yao was getting farther and farther away, but the light reflected by the mottled pentagram on the leaves of the backpack was still flashing in the women's eyes.

She knew that if her son had not been dragged down by himself, she would not have been able to do this.

She really wanted to pass away early because it was a relief for her and her son.

But she couldn't bear to see her son again.

This mother and son depend on each other in a difficult and tangled way in this world of civilization reconstruction.

The other end.

After the convoy set off.

Gu Haitao sat in the bumpy car, and saw some rag strips in the corner, so he picked it up and pulled Wang Zhisheng's hand and walked around him.

Wang Zhisheng was stunned: "Why do you touch my little hand?"

Gu Haitao ignored this bitch. Seeing that there was still some broken iron sheet next to him, he picked it up and stuffed it into it to make wrist guards.

Others were inspired by this and followed suit.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Wang Zhisheng had something wrong again.

He suddenly picked up a piece of iron and stuffed it into his pants, claiming to be an iron crotch protection, but he accidentally poked it and screamed.

Then he ignored everyone and took out a small earthworm, and said to Gu Haitao with grievance: "Look, is the second wrinkle broken? Are you brothers? You can help me hold it in my mouth. I will find a fulcrum to turn the bird around at 157 degrees to bask in the sun."

The brothers in the car laughed crazy.

Gu Haitao was furious, was this thing for me to hold? He picked up the military assassin and tried to stab him, and the guy stopped.

Twenty minutes later, the convoy left the city.

Outside the city is a deserted area to be planned.
Chapter completed!