Consumption is also seven times more expensive than the outside world, and it is said that today's income alone can net four million dollars.

But Lin Nan didn't care about that at all, cultivation was a hard path, and he couldn't relax at any time.

As he thought so, a large black man with a head like a light bulb stopped in front of him.

The other party is nearly two meters tall, and Lin Nan is much thinner in comparison, and the black man whistled mockingly, and rapped in funny posture and broken Chinese:

"I bought melons yesterday and gave them to a little China, and he was so frightened that he cried because Lao Tzu was his father. ”

The black man danced with joy, whistled and looked triumphantly at his companion behind him: "Friends, I did it, this is what I always wanted to do! ”

The black men were full of ridicule: "Don't you see that Chinese boy still stunned in place? You must scare him so much that he runs away!"

The tall black man who rapped grinned fiercely, he looked at Lin Nan, and said with a threatening gaze: "Yellow-skinned monkey, do you get out by yourself, or will I help you get out?"

Lin Nan shook his head helplessly, he had long heard that many blacks were of low quality, especially on the battlefield, but he didn't expect it to be so bad, Lin Nan knew that the black man's 'eating melon' rap was a kind of insinuating mockery.

In ancient times, many blacks worked as coolies for the landlords, and when it came time to pay wages, the landlords invited them to eat melons without paying salaries, and melons gradually evolved into a taboo for blacks, used to mock others, which was equivalent to the 'lying groove Nima' in China.

Lin Nan walked forward expressionlessly, as long as these blacks dared to follow, he would go to a sparsely populated place to solve these 'troubles'.

The Oasis station is protected by the United Nations, and no one can go on a killing spree here, especially now that the Oasis is the home of the US military, and before the battle is over, he doesn't want to cause trouble for the 75th Regiment.

But unexpectedly, the black man saw that Lin Nan wanted to 'escape', but he had to inch in, he smiled and stretched out his leg to stop in front of Lin Nan.

Click.

Suddenly, Lin Nan's fingers tapped on the black man's chest at the speed of bringing out a string of afterimages.

The black man only felt a little pain, and there seemed to be a crisp sound in his body, and his body became numb.

"What's going on? It's the 'point' of the Chinese warriors?"

The black man was startled, but soon, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the numbness gradually faded, but the inside of his body kept clicking and crunching.

However, because the sound is too small, ordinary people's ears can't hear it at all, and blacks subconsciously ignore it.

At this time, Lin Nan had already walked away, and the black man couldn't help but scold, "Timid Asians like mice!" Then he laughed and walked to his companion and asked for the promised thousand dollars.

And Lin Nan, who had left a long time ago, had a touch of sympathy in his eyes.

was casually clicked by the grandmaster of the pure yang god body, and the black man's bones had already been shattered, and now he could still jump around, purely because Lin Nan's hand speed was too fast.

But what surprised him the most was that when he passed by there, he accidentally glanced at the bar, and Lin Nan found that there was an oversized black man sitting inside.

The height is at least two meters eight, and the internal strength is terrifying, and the oppressive power given to Lin Nan is no less than that of Li Da, the ancient Muay Thai master he killed before.

Reminiscent of the rumors that the US military wanted cheetahs, could it be that the black man came to deal with cheetahs?

Everyone thought that the cheetah was a lone mercenary, but Lin Nan knew that nine times out of ten it was himself.

This time, in order to attract the cheetah to appear, the U.S. military specially prepared ten sand crystals, and promised that as long as the cheetah wins, it can leave safely.

Lin Nan was indeed a little moved.

But the reward is not proportional to the risk, even if the United Nations can guarantee his safety this time, but after his identity is exposed, there will be waves of assassinations by the US military!

It's a pity, if you can kill that big black man, at least 2,000 battles." Lin Nan sighed regretfully, in fact, he was not afraid of being targeted by the US military, with the strength of the pure yang divine body, no one could keep him without a half-immortal.

The most important thing is that Lin Nan is afraid that the killer will affect the pangolin team, and he also expects those people to join the Zhenglin faction in the future, but they can't just die.

Thinking about it, Lin Nan seemed to suddenly realize something, and stopped suddenly.

He frowned, and a touch of horror gradually appeared on his face, as if he had learned the winning number of the lottery in advance, and only a second before the lottery suddenly remembered that he had bought the wrong number.

When Lin Nan passed by the bar, he glanced inside casually, his attention was focused on the big black man, but now that he thought about it carefully, he forgot something more important.

It's not 'inadvertently' forgotten, it's controlled by a powerful force that deliberately ignores someone's existence.

It's like an immortal standing in place, and you walk past him, but you only think that the immortal is a stone.

Today's Lin Nan suddenly realized that the stone he ignored was not his true appearance!

'It's the big black guy who came to deal with the cheetah?

Lin Nan's eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan shape, he had never felt palpitations, but this time, the person he ignored did have the power to threaten Lin Nan!

Looking back, he had left the bar more than 500 meters away, do you want to go back and have a look? Lin Nan fell into hesitation.

HS Bar.

Shocking music, shisha and dama intertwine to form an intoxicating scent, and the scene here is chaotic.

The bars on the battlefield are far more chaotic than the outside world, the smell of hormones and hormones is like chemical gases leaking from a factory, many American GIs are shirtless, twisting their crotch frantically, and the screams of women are covered by loud music.

It was in this unsightly environment, full of fishnet stockings and soldiers, that a group of people seemed out of place.

They are yellow.

Dressed in neat, meticulously groomed suits, like the elite who have always come out of the Wall financial circles, they don't seem to be good at war, and are more suitable for sitting at the negotiating table and drinking tea slowly.

The most striking thing is a young girl surrounded by this group of men.

Dressed in a wide red and white shrine maiden costume, her long black hair tied up in a ponytail tied behind her back, and her eyes were covered by a white cloth trimmed with gold trim.

She only showed half of her stunning face, with a small nose and pink lips that were slightly upturned, and many American GIs were greedily attacking her crotch, but their eyes were looking at the Japanese shrine maiden.

Perhaps in my head, I imagined lasciviously what kind of beautiful moans would come out of the delicate throat with the cloth removed.

In a noisy bar, a Japanese girl is like a snow-white lamb that has slipped into a pack of wolves.