Leng Jun is using a special oil to wipe a high-level continuous shooting gun.

"If you have farts, please let it go!" Fang Dalong didn't raise his eyelids.

Leng Jun's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he still pretended to be puzzled and said:

"I don't understand, Brother Longxing, why do you feel so unfriendly to me suddenly? Where did you offend you?"

"What's going on?"

Fang Dalong suddenly turned into a surprised look:

"Why did Brother Leng suddenly say such things to me? It's so weird!"

Xiao Wu, who was sorting firearms next to him, snorted coldly:

"What? I've scolded and pretended, and now I don't know anything when I change my face?"

Xiaobei on the other side immediately replied:

"It's really like a prostitute, he doesn't recognize people!"

"My grass!"

Leng Jun kicked Xiaobei, who was squatting, to the ground with one kick.

"How can you describe it?"

Fang Dalong was filled with joy. You described my brother Long as a client and refused to recognize others. Then, wouldn’t Leng Jun, who was scolded by Brother Long before, be a bitch?

Can you, the boss, not get angry?

"I see."

Fang Dalong showed a sudden enlightenment and looked at Leng Jun sincerely and said:

"Brother Leng must be willing to let it go! I forgot to tell you that I have an intermittent mania, and I will suddenly become disagreeable before I know it. Afterwards, I didn't know what I did!"

Fang Dalong sighed:

"It is because of this strange disease that my girlfriend has lost her job in reality. Because my girlfriend and the boss say that I hit them and attacked their secret parts under their crotch. Alas, I feel ashamed!"

Leng Jun's fists were almost trembling, but he still forced them to endure them. He smiled at the other party and said:

"It's okay, seeing that Brother Longxing is in such a situation, Brother Wei can't help but think of a friend of my reincarnation. He also has the same disease as Brother Longxing, and he is prone to mania! His name is... Keshan!"

When he said these two words, Leng Jun stared at Fang Dalong's face.

“Keshan…”

Fang Dalong made a thoughtful and shook his head for a long time:

"I have never heard of this! Will he intermittently forget what he did and said like me?"

Xiao Wu smiled coldly:

"You really don't remember this name? It has a lot to do with you!"

Fang Dalong waved his hand and said proudly:

"Please rest assured about this. Although my memory is not very good, I remember very clearly those names that are slightly second-class. The name Keshan is quite second-class, right? But I have no impression of it at all. What does this mean? I have never seen this person before!"

"Bastard!" Xiao Wu slapped on the butt in anger.

"What are you doing? Work hard!" The black captain who was patrolling the work slapped Xiao Wu in the back of the head:

"These guns are very expensive. The salary of your auxiliary soldiers can almost buy one in ten years. If you have the capital, just throw it down the ground and fall it quickly!"

Xiao Wu quickly lowered his head tactfully and looked submissive. In fact, the hand he grabbed the butt had already exposed blue veins. He made a secret decision in his heart, no matter whether this Long Xing was pretending to be garlic or whether Captain Keshan's death was related to him, after entering the human base, as long as he was alone, he would step forward without hesitation and take his life.

And it's abusive kill!

The spacecraft was parked above the planet LV-426, and the large fighter plane was about to be deployed.

"You auxiliary soldiers are now divided into two teams!"

The black captain said loudly with a cigar in his mouth:

"I'll give you a chance to choose freely, should I follow me into the base, or stay in the central control car and protect the commander and Rapley and other non-armed personnel?"

Hearing this sentence, many Marines around the black captain showed contempt and ridicule. They had almost expected how these incompetent waste auxiliary soldiers would choose.

Of course, it's life-saving!

The courageless guys!

The black captain said with a cold look:

"I must remind you that the consequences you have to accept whenever you make a choice."

He pointed to himself and the Marines who had already reached their teeth and said:

"We have only one set of high-end goods. If you choose to follow us in, you will not even be allowed to equip your pistols. You can only bring a scanner, stretcher, medicine box, toolbox and telephone."

"You are standard logistics team members. Even if you encounter danger, it will not be very big. Of course, this is just my personal speculation."

The black captain said with a bright look:

"But one thing is that you have chosen to enter the base, so I will record it truthfully in my report to the headquarters, and I will suggest that the bonus will be doubled for any auxiliary soldiers entering the base."

"If you choose to stay in the central control car..." the black captain sneered:

"I will apply to cut your bonus by half, that's the price of a coward."

"And I want to make you clear in advance that once the center control car is attacked, you must unconditionally protect Commander William Gorman, Consultant Rapley, and drivers and computer operators. Even if you use your lives to fill it out, you must die in front of them!"

The black captain loaded the pistol at his waist, swept his eyes one by one over twenty-eight reincarnations, and his tone became gloomy:

"Hmph, you must remember that if at the end of the mission, if anyone in the central control car needs your protection, who is injured, your bonus will be cancelled, and I will shoot one of you on the spot."

"If one of the protected personnel dies, then I'm sorry, I will use the punishment of collective shooting for all the auxiliary soldiers you chose to leave!"

The surroundings were in silence. The black captain was very satisfied with his shock. He shouted at the twenty-eight auxiliary soldiers:

"Is there any problem?!"

"no problem!"

The loud sounds were neat and unanimous, which made the black captain and the Marines stunned for a moment.

When did these wastes have such courage?

And it was obvious that I didn't look hesitant in my heart. Could it be...

"It's grass! I already know the choice of this garbage." Mark Drake couldn't help but spit on the ground.

William Hudson sneered:

"Boss, your provocation method is really used to the right place. If you don't believe it, just look at it! No one of these twenty-eight waste products will choose to follow us to the front line."

"Everyone squeezed into the central control car together, can't even fit a central control car... It's ironic!"

"I really want to kill all the trash with bullets. It's disgusting to see that it's really enough to be with us."
Chapter completed!