Chapter 11 The red Trojan horse and the beating of newcomers (three updates, ten thousand words)
"It can't be Lao Xu, can it?" Tang Zheng was a little bit hurt, the honest man was even more stubborn than himself.
"That's him. By the way, are you interested in that female manager? I think she will be very willing to spend one night with you. Don't worry, she is still single, so you don't have to feel pressure." Yu Manli doesn't understand Tang Zheng's life.
The principle is like that of the Puritans. If the average person had everything he has now, even if he does not fall into depravity, his life will inevitably be extravagant.
"No need." Tang Zheng refused simply.
In the next few days, Tang Zheng called Xinlan, but no one answered. He went to stay at home, and the security door was locked, which made him extremely depressed. During this period, Teng Yuanxiang called many times, hoping to have dinner with him, but he also declined.
Pang Meiqin gave up temporarily because she found a stalker and was planning to trick him.
Fifteen days flew by, and it was time to enter the Trojan room again. Tang Zheng touched his phone, but after all, he didn't contact An Xiuru because he really didn't want to make her sad.
Three seconds later, the transmission ended and his vision was restored. Looking at the surrounding environment, Tang Zheng was stunned. He was standing in an L-shaped corridor with wooden floors, a security door in front, and three ordinary bedrooms at the other end.
This is the red Trojan room in the North American area. He has been here before.
"What the hell, are you working as a foreign aid again?" Tang Zheng couldn't help but curse, ran to the security door, turned the handle, and sure enough it couldn't be opened, and then entered the master bedroom.
More than a dozen eyes immediately shot over, staring at Tang Zheng coldly. Judging from the skin color and physical features, they were a group of Nordic people.
There was still a cube in the center, a red wooden horse, but Tang Zheng had no time to pay attention to it because the screams were irritating his eardrums.
Two burly men who looked like violent bears were beating two black men. They took off their coats and only wore black elastic vests, which were stretched tight by their muscles. The brother had a blood cross tattooed on his shoulder.
Special pattern.
There were four men and three women beside them, all of whom looked unhappy and were arguing impatiently.
"They seem to be newcomers?" This group of Nordic youths have no equipment, but they are very powerful.
Seeing Tang Zheng, one of the men immediately walked over, but quickly stopped because the teleportation continued.
This time it was twenty-eight American college students. They were wearing strange costumes and were obviously having a cospaly party. Several of them were carrying wine bottles, but at this time they all became quiet, with shock on their faces.
expressions, looking at each other.
"Where is that madman? We were shot?" a boy shouted, "call the police quickly."
"Where is this place?" The one who screamed was a blond girl wearing a pumpkin costume, but her turbulent chest was now covered in blood. Although the wound had recovered, the blood could not be eliminated.
A lovelorn male student broke into the party of these college students with a gun, shot at them, and killed these unfortunate people.
They also found young Nordic men beating black men.
"Hey, stop." A sunny and handsome young man wearing a Superman costume immediately yelled, asking them to stop the violence. The others also stopped shouting at the reminder of another blond boy, gathered together, and confronted the Nordics.
The two Blood Cross men looked at them coldly and took out their butterfly knives. The atmosphere instantly became ferocious, but the teleportation continued.
This time it was Italians, six men and five women, all young men and women in their twenties, wearing swimsuits, who drowned while swimming at the beach.
As soon as they entered the room, they sneezed a few times, then froze and gathered together subconsciously.
Frivolous whistles sounded one after another. It must be said that Italian women are really unrestrained. In a water-filled bikini, most of the breasts and the entire smooth skin are exposed, which makes people horny.
I don't know who shouted something in English, and then all the foreigners' eyes fell on Tang Zheng. There was no way, the yellow skin was the most eye-catching.
The Nordic man who was walking towards Tang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and continued to move forward, spitting dirty words. He stood in front of Tang Zheng, reached out with his right hand, touched his head, and compared the two people's faces.
He then turned around and yelled loudly at his companions.
"It's a short winter melon."
Although Tang Zheng is over 180 meters tall, he is still a bit short compared to a Nordic man who is 1.95 meters tall.
The American students and the Italian men and women did not speak. They all stared at the two men nervously. They felt that the black man lying on the ground groaning miserably was the fate of the Asian young man.
Sure enough, the Nordic man took action and pinched his neck with one hand. The women screamed subconsciously and the transmission continued. This time it was a group of Japanese college students.
Ten men and six women, a total of sixteen people. As soon as they appeared, they saw a yellow-skinned young man punching the Nordic man in the stomach. The burly guy who looked like a violent bear howled miserably and covered his head.
He knelt down on his stomach, and the pain that hit his abdomen made his legs lose strength.
"Why are you so intolerant of beatings?" The Nordic man spoke in Swedish, so Tang Zheng replied in pure Swedish, then grabbed his hair and pulled him to the ground.
Bang, Tang Zheng's knee flew out, knocking the Nordic man so hard that his nose bleeded, his broken teeth flew out, and he rolled over.
"No!" Several Nordic men rushed over and surrounded Tang Zheng. Because this guy was so good at fighting, they did not take action but faced off. One of them dragged his injured companion out of the fighting range.
"Bad fish!" Tang Zheng spat, preparing to defeat these guys and show his authority.
The Japanese college students were at a loss and had a dispute. Two people proposed to go to the Americans, but the others did not agree.
"Don't do anything!" The American young man in Superman clothes broke away from his companions and walked out, trying to stop the conflict between the two sides. "We should first find out where this place is?"
"These guys are not good people. They just blew out the kidneys of two black men." Tang Zheng's clear Japanese pronunciation instantly made Japanese college students feel good about him.
"Are you mixed-race?" A very cute black-haired female college student asked, blinking her beautiful big eyes. Having a companion who is extremely powerful will make people feel safe unconsciously.
"No, Chinese!" Ignoring the girl's disappointment, Tang Zheng switched to English again, "Hey, Nordic bastards are terrorists. You have to be careful."
This fluent North American accent also made Americans feel less estranged, and some enthusiastic girls had already waved and said hello.
Tang Zheng kind of liked this feeling of sowing discord. He wanted to isolate those Nordic people, so he changed the language again and blurted out pure Italian.
"That cube is called the red Trojan. We will play a death game later. By the way, be careful of the Nordics. There seems to be a killer among them."
The Italians looked at each other in confusion, but the professional name in Tang Zheng's words calmed them down. No one wanted to have such doubts, so they couldn't wait to ask.
Tang Zheng answered patiently and at the same time turned his attention to the Nordic people. Due to psychological reasons, Italians would occasionally glance at the Nordic people.
When they heard that Tang Zheng spoke four languages one after another, with accurate pronunciation and unusual fluency, and he could communicate with everyone without any obstacles, these newcomers were shocked and regarded him as a language genius and admired him endlessly.
Being able to communicate is the first step towards a harmonious relationship.
The Nordic people were depressed. They didn't know what these people said to the Asian young man, but they noticed that everyone kept looking at them, which probably had something to do with their own side, so they began to be wary. This cautious attitude made the young people from other countries look at them.
They stayed at a respectful distance.
This was what Tang Zheng wanted. Some small actions sometimes had unexpected effects, coupled with the herd effect, the Nordic people were successfully isolated, and Tang Zheng undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention.
"Damn it, it looks like the team is going to be separated this time." With just a few words, Tang Zheng could identify the central figures of the team. On the American side there was a blond girl and a boy wearing Superman clothes, and on the Italian side
He is a man with sky-blue eyes. He is very charming and absolutely handsome. In Japan, men are supposed to be the most respected people. Unexpectedly, there is a girl. Although she is not tall, she is very calm and her eyes exude confidence.
, she was secretly observing the entire room and recording everyone's performance.
The transmission continued, and Tantai Zongqi and Xu Liangmao entered, making Tang Zheng breathe a sigh of relief.
The two men were fully armed, which made the newcomers shut up. Then the appearance of Saou made them dare not breathe. This bold man was squatting on the ground, holding a bucket of cup noodles, and snoring.
The snoring man was eating delicious food, carrying a heavy magnetic blast rifle on his back, and wearing a camouflage military uniform, which was very intimidating.
"Huh? The room is different?" After sucking the noodles into his mouth, Shaou was slightly surprised, walked over, and poured the soup into his mouth.
Yu Manli, Ruan Feifei, and Jingxiang appeared, but they failed to attract everyone's attention because sixteen heavily armed Mexican men teleported here.
"Drug dealer?" Superman Man was more knowledgeable, looking at the decoration of their weapons, his expression condensed.
Hearing this, everyone who knew English was startled, and these Mexicans behaved ferociously. They pulled the bolt of their guns, raised their muzzles, and aimed at these people.
"Don't move, squat down with your hands on your head." The leader of the drug traffickers took out his pistol and fired two shots at the ceiling, shouting angrily. More of them pointed their guns at the Chinese. If it weren't for the heavily loaded rifles,
The appearance is so advanced that there will definitely be a shootout.
The young newcomers had to squat down in front of the black muzzle of the gun, but the Warhammer team was indifferent and didn't even bother to roll their eyes.
"Put down the gun?" Tantai's English was also fluent. When he saw the Mexican pointing the pistol at him, he became angry and unleashed a mental shock. The Mexican opposite him suddenly withered and fell to the ground.
Tang Zheng took a few steps forward, and the gravity suppression was turned on. The Mexican seemed to have been hit by a strong force and crawled directly to the ground, his face full of pain.
"This is the Red Trojan, North America!" Tang Zheng explained, and Tantai nodded.
Seeing all the Mexican drug dealers lying on the ground with pain on their faces and unable to get up, the newcomers were shocked.
The transmission continued, and Li Xinlan, Pang Meiqin, Shizuka, Teng Yuanxiang, and Tao Tao appeared. While looking at the survivors who filled two-thirds of the room, they walked to Tang Zheng.
"Captain? What's going on?" Teng Yuanxiang was trying to get closer to Tang Zheng all the time.
"A bunch of cannon fodder." Pang Meiqin longed for the title of Fearless One, so that she could abuse newcomers without restraint.
Twelve American soldiers appeared, wearing Sansha camouflage uniforms, armed with ordnance, and holding M4A1 rifles, making the atmosphere even more tense.
Tantai negotiated with these people to avoid getting into trouble.
This is obviously another very difficult game, the teleportation is still going on, and newcomers from China have finally appeared.
A thin twenty-five-year-old young man with long hair covering his eyelids, giving people an indifferent feeling, named An Fei, looked at the room full of people and immediately walked up to his compatriots.
The middle-aged woman whose bag was robbed also teleported in, sitting on the ground, looking at everything around her with panic and uneasiness.
"What is this place?" When she went downstairs, she missed her footing and rolled down, falling to her death.
Hu Shang and Zhang Heng, who had been beaten up by Tang Zheng, also appeared. The former died of a severe allergic reaction after taking medicine, and the latter molested the nurse in depression, but was caught next to him in desperation.
He was stabbed into the abdomen with a fruit knife and died.
Behind them were five bank robbers wearing black hoods and two scantily clad prostitutes. These people had internal strife due to the uneven distribution of the spoils, and the armed police broke into the hiding place and took away the pot. The two prostitutes were
It is purely a disaster for the fish in the pond.
The room was now in chaos, divided into several small groups, all hostile to each other. Any conflict could cause riots.
"So many people? How difficult is this game?" Pang Meiqin was depressed and looked at Tang Zheng, "Is it so difficult to be a foreign aid?"
"I don't know." The only thing Tang Zheng was sure of was that these guys must be unlucky and would die in various ways.
Two new people came in, and they turned out to be Yin Zhijian and Song Tong. Because of his injuries, this junior high school classmate was dissatisfied. He came out of the hospital and sneaked into Song Tong's house late at night. As a result, they were both injured and weak, and both parties died in the fight.
"You bastard, I gave you food and drink, but you still want to kill me!" Song Tong glanced at his chest and cursed loudly, "Even if I come to the underworld, I won't let you go."
Yin Zhijian was trembling and had not yet recovered from the murderous madness.
"Stop shouting, you're alive again." Tang Zheng shouted and sighed. It was obvious that these two people could not complete the task and were obviously going to die again.
"Tang Zheng?" Song Tong was overjoyed when she saw Tang Zheng, and immediately burst into tears. She got up and ran over, but unfortunately Teng Yuanxiang and Pang Meiqin each took a step forward and stopped her.
"Tang Zheng, it's me, what kind of place is this? Am I really not dead?" Song Tong trembled with excitement, as if he saw hope.
"Go away." Pang Meiqin stared at Teng Yuanxiang, narrowed her eyes, and decided to find an excuse to teach this woman a lesson.
"Why?" As soon as Teng Yuanxiang finished asking, she saw Pang Meiqin waving her hand and pulling her over. She wanted to hide, but it was too late.
Bang, bang, the flight attendant with beautiful legs slapped Fuji Motoka four times with both hands.
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