The magazine was filled with bullets, placed in a pocket, and the clothes were pressed down. The gun was a good gun and had ammunition sufficient. It should have been very safe because Lao Cai felt that he could discharge bullets like he was like breaking through the crossfire line.

This is something I have thought about in my dreams many times, real people fight terrorism, real guns and real ammunition.

Now the dream has come true, but when I think that the enemy I will face with the gun is not a zombie, but a pervert from the Red Team. Lao Cai is a little stunning. That strange dream, and the wolf wind, who will never die no matter how hurt, is already terrifying enough.

I heard from Sun Hao that there are more than two Red Team members, with a total of four members of the Red Team, and the other two, one is a dead eunuch who sells butts. He has practiced the Evil-Repelling Sword Skill, and there is also a self-harm man who likes to dig out parts of his body and transform himself with machinery.

Although each person is not in a normal state of mind, look at the other person's team configuration and then look at his own side.

Just like playing League of Legends, the four opponents are all upgraded to full-level heroes, in the best condition, and the equipment bar is full of top-level equipment that has been synthesized.

On my side, there are two first-level ones and one second-level ones. They are not equipped and have low levels. They can no longer bear this. They are even more annoying. The other one with the highest level is, the fuck, he actually got disconnected when he was about to fight.

What a fucking bad luck.

LOL beats, loses, and that's all. At worst, I'll do it again.

But now the battle with the Red Team started and lost. So my life was gone.

Lao Cai really missed the carefree time she was staying in college. Although there was no white, rich and beautiful goddess, there was no teacher Cang. Although there was no small partner who was dependent on others, there were no good friends who strode together.

"Is there any situation on the other side?" Sun Hao looked at his watch and asked Yu Shuai, and it was seven o'clock in five minutes.

He stared at Batman in the telescope and the intersections. He didn't dare to blink a little: "No, the quiet can fade out of the bird."

"Yeah" Sun Hao put down his watch. It's been a while now, and there is no movement yet. He is a little anxious to stop it happily, and hopes that it will never happen.

Take out a box of cigarettes from your pocket. The cigarette was brought by hand when you were in the bar. Sun Hao couldn't recognize any brand of American cigarettes, so he tore open the cigarette box, pulled out two of them, and threw them to Lao Cai and Yu Shuai.

I wanted to put the cigarette box back into my pocket, but after thinking about it, I still pulled out another one and slapped it in my mouth.

Yu Shuai lit the cigarette, took a few puffs, and handed it to Lao Cai. Lao Cai's pockets were full of bullets, but it didn't bring any heat. Lao Cai lit the cigarette in front of the cigarette. He was about to hand it back to Yu Shuai, but as if he had discovered a new world, he saw Sun Hao and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box.

"Boss, do you want to smoke too?" Lao Cai remembered that Sun Hao didn't smoke. Unexpectedly, at this time, he was intrigued.

After taking the cigarette handed over by Lao Cai, he lit it as Lao Cai, took a sip, and the taste buds in his mouth were full of bitter and astringent smell: "Get a look, don't die, I haven't even tasted the cigarette."

I didn't inhale the cigarette into my lungs, and like many new smokers, I just turned around in my mouth and vomited.

Watching the smoke stretching in front of you, watching the smoke slowly fade in the air.

"Haha, boss, you are wise and powerful. Take out the momentum of hitting the gangsters that day. You're not going to beat the guys in the Red Team to spit out." Lao Cai took a sip. The United States was so smoky that when you sucked in big mouths, your head would be dizzy: "It's great"

Sun Hao saw Lao Cai's intoxicated expression and smiled: "It would be great if that was the case. What kind of gangster boy is in the Red Team? How could it be so easy to smash it.

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"Boss, let alone this. I'm drunk today. I'm drunk today. I'm smoking today." Yu Shuai took a step back from the glasses and blinked hard, with a little astringent eyes: "Boss, if you smoke like that, you can smoke. You should take the smoke deep into your lungs like me, and then suck it in your lungs and then spit it out. Tsk tsk, when the smoke drifts away, the whole person will float up."

"Yes, boss, come and try it." Lao Cai agreed with Yu Shuai's statement from the side.

Sun Hao looked at the two of them and smiled. As they said, he inhaled the cigarette into his lungs. It was so choking and he wanted to cough. He tried hard to hold it up, and vomited out the obviously dizzy cigarette, and his head felt dizzy.

"It would be great if the clown didn't come"

Lao Cai vomited smoke rings and sighed: "If that happens, maybe we can escape tonight."

Sun Hao knew that Lao Cai was timid and knew that Lao Cai was always lucky, but Sun Hao also knew that even if the clown didn't come, the Red Team would definitely not give up. On this night, he would definitely try his best to find theirs.

After taking a few more sips, Sun Hao was still not used to the smell of cigarettes. He threw away most of the cigarettes and stepped on them: "I'll stare at them. Whether we come or not, we can't relax. We stretch our heads and shrink our heads, and we always have a knife. It's better to take advantage of us, now we are in full swing and fight with them."

Yu Shuai nodded.

Lao Cai took another sip of cigarette, and nodded with Yu Shuai.

On the roof, the moon rose a little more, climbing over the tallest building in Gaotan City, a big and bright round.

The dream stood there, the moon behind him was just right, completely wrapping the dream, the white gauze was light, and the moonlight was bright.

The hair on his hands was obviously not as dense as before. After 7 o'clock, Batman, who turned into Zhang Jun, was still standing there, and Wang Jia in the black cloak, had already kneaded the sword into a ball.

"I knew that they were a group of cowards. I was afraid that they were scared out of their courage now, so how could they dare to come?" Wang Jia wiped off the cloak on her head, revealing her white and tender face, and shouted in a sharp voice.

Meng stopped for a moment, and the strand of hair wrapped around her fingers loosened.

The next moment, he pulled the hair that was loosened from Langfeng's head again and quickly pulled it off his scalp: "Wait, wait. If the flesh in his heart doesn't come, we will set off and turn Gaotan City over. If they don't believe it, they can avoid me all the time."

"Wait, wait" Lang Feng opened his eyes and roared at Wang Jia downstairs.

Wang Jia stared at the half-squatting Langfeng, with a fire in his eyes. He had been waiting for so long. The clown might not have received the news. Even if the Red Team received the news, it would not be so stupid that it would come to die. If you wait like this, it would be a waste of time. Then she screamed at Langfeng: "Wait for your mother, still waiting."

As soon as he said that Lang Feng was just repeating Meng's words, it doesn't matter whether he quarreled with Lang Feng or fought with Lang Feng. But Wang Jia didn't dare to talk to Meng like this. He immediately twisted his waist and waved his hand to Meng behind Lang Feng: "I, I'm not talking about you, I'm just used to quarreling with Lang Feng."

Meng grabbed a handful of hair, pulled Lang Feng's head, and leaned back. His voice became lighter and his tone became more indifferent: "I'm upset too. You guys are arguing. Maybe I can't control myself, so I'll take out your heart and eat it."

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Chapter completed!