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Chapter 50

"All the friends go change clothes, change clothes and we will meet at the door of the cult. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info agreed to change to the big river suit, if you don't have it, find a red t-shirt, blue shorts, raccoon head, red scarf and a Chinese parachute bag. Come, the great river, take me. ”

"This cult is all perverted, they eat human flesh every day and don't wear pants. When the time comes, we will rush in and kill all the people, and then occupy the cult's cottage and do a group of police, and finally the sports car will soar to the top of Mount C and parachute. ”

The little raccoons of all colors stood in a horizontal row, and standing in front of them was a man who was roughly the same as them, the only difference was that he was wearing a green scarf - Chu Fairy (needless to say, you know, Chu River ps4id. and Dahe, a disabled man with a broken arm who stood beside him with an eternally dull look in his eyes.

"Everyone, take out your bazookas, remember to blast at the sky, don't hit your friends, and write a review or copy out the teacher's table 20 times. Here, start firing. The big river of one color neatly took out the bazooka and stared high into the air at the gate of the cult cottage. Suddenly, the calm deep mountains and old forests were completely filled with gunsmoke.

Obviously, the cultists are not fools, how could they not notice such a big movement at the gate of their own cottage, and immediately dispatched the whole army. The bombardment of the Chu River army continued, and the sound of "booming" rocket explosions was deafening, and Chu He walked slowly and leisurely in front of the team of more than two dozen little raccoons with his empty hands, smoking a cigarette slowly. Show the style of a big brother.

Until the door of the cult was opened, Chu He threw a cigarette and replaced it with a Gatling. "All the friends Gatling replaced, and entered the cult to sweep a wave. Again, don't sweep your own people. Come, dry, not a single one. Chu He put on his own special pink Gatling, and a crowd of dense bullets sprayed on each cultist's body, according to the grapevine, almost every cultist had three hundred bullet holes in his body afterwards.

A group of small raccoons soon took over the cult, and at the same time, the police in Los Santos also heard about it. Helicopter gunships, riot police, special police, and countless police officers surrounded the cult halfway up the mountain.

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