The soldiers had just eaten two bites of the porridge and buns they had given in their hands, and they all stopped and looked at him when he said that. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Who are you?" What does it matter to us whether you starve or not? Did you take care of us when you had food to eat before? Snort~" Fan understood him and said.

"Who are we? We are your food and clothing, and we ordinary people used to pay so many taxes to support you, but now you have to raise us back. The man said with a sense of confidence.

"Where are you from? How much tax was paid? You say come out and see, I see if it's worth raising you back. Fan Ming suppressed the cold snort in his heart, stood up and said.

"I'm from City B, and my family pays millions in taxes every year." The man said proudly and triumphantly.

"Hmph, you want to play moral kidnapping for me, don't you? Then I ask you, when there is a flood every year, you swim out all by yourself? Did you crawl out of the ground all by yourself during the earthquake? What did you do when our soldiers were swept away by the flood and when they were exhausted and fell to the ground? At most, it is just two sentences of pity from the mouth. Are you the ones who caught those large-scale drug-making criminal gangs? You killed those international terrorists? My uncle and my foreign family used to pay more than a billion yuan in taxes every year, but they didn't dare to talk to me like this, what are you? If you want to come with me, it's still very tender. Since you think it's great to pay the millions of taxes, go and get that pile of waste paper back and eat it, it will definitely make you full. ”

Who is Pham Minh? But the old fritters who have been a soldier for more than ten years, although they did not perform well and were too good, but later transferred to Situ Haoran's subordinates and was trained by him for a few years, and his temperament is somewhat similar to him. In the face of this kind of person who likes to kidnap with morality, or in the last days, if he can speak well, he will listen to it well, and maybe he will share some with them. But he asked them so boldly, and was so arrogant, that he didn't shoot him, which was already cheap for him. They don't owe them anything, and it depends on whether they want to give it or not.

The young man was speechless, and when he saw Fan Ming's angry eyes, he was a little scared. But he was very hungry, and when he saw that the soldier not far from him was continuing to eat, his eyes rolled to grab it. He had just taken two steps closer and was about to reach over, when two gunshots rang out, almost hitting him in the foot, and he quickly retreated.

"These two shots are just a warning, if anyone dares to rob him again, I will definitely shoot him in the head." Fan Ming blew on the muzzle of the pistol he was holding, and in addition to glaring angrily at the young man, he also glanced at the group of men and women behind the man.

The group of people couldn't help but shrink back when they saw his gaze sweeping towards them. Although they are superpowers, the other party is also superpowers, and they are from the army and have guns. If they fight, they will definitely not be able to beat others, they are hungry, they can still endure it, if their lives are gone, then there is really nothing.

With the warning of these two shots, the soldiers could finally eat a few bites with peace of mind. Seeing them eat deliciously, the group of people over there felt even more hungry.

Zhang Yi couldn't help it, stood up and tidied up her appearance, slowly walked out of the crowd with a twist of her buttocks, and walked towards the soldiers. When she approached a relatively young, average-looking soldier, she shook her body slightly, and pretended to be shy in her sweet voice and asked, "This little brother, I'm really hungry, can you share a bun with me?" With that, he winked at the little soldier.