"Send the wounded out, the place is cleaned up, it's not too early, order something to eat!"

It was already evening, and Da Meng hadn't even eaten dinner, but after watching this good show, Da Meng felt hungry. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Gotcha!"

Liu Fatzi answered, and was busy getting up......

Mo Jiawen hesitated, and walked out of the room, and Da Meng did not stop him, allowing the other party to move freely.

But after a while, Mo Jiawen actually re-entered the room after sending Luo Lang away, which made Da Meng look at her a few more times, "Don't go?" ”

Mo Jiawen pursed her lips and shook her head: "Can't go!" ”

Soon, the meal was served.

"Let's serve together!"

Da Meng greeted a few people on the field, and then fell on the silent Mo Jiawen: "Are you full?" If you're not full, come up and have some to eat! ”

Mo Jiawen pursed her lips and finally sat down at the table, but she did not sit next to Da Meng, but sat in a corner of the table alone.

Dameng was also really hungry, so he didn't care what the other party thought, and directly moved his chopsticks......

"How's the ocean?"

"Dayang, now working in a trading company in Shenhai, dealing with gringos all day long, originally Uncle Shen wanted him to go back to help, but Dayang refused, almost made Uncle Shen half angry."

After hearing this, Da Meng couldn't help but laugh.

The two of them chatted while eating like this, cooperating with each other's explanations, and when the memories flashed in Dameng's mind, they quickly understood the current situation of several people.

It's also peculiar.

Shen Yang, who was originally brave and ruthless, became an ordinary office worker, Zhang Xiu, who was scheming, became a university teacher, and Luo Xiao, who was impulsive and honest, was admitted to the civil service instead.

And among these people, Liu Jie, who is the most unsuitable for this line of work in terms of combat power and wheel brain power, set foot in this line of work instead.

Bang dang!

Just when Dameng was still reminiscing about the past, the door that was originally locked was suddenly kicked open.

A man who seemed to be about thirty years old walked into the private room with two bodyguards.

I saw a table of six or seven people sitting around the dining table eating, and Luo Yang was sitting in the corner, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

When Luo Yang saw the arrival, his face suddenly showed surprise: "Uncle! ”

Luo Yang's mother has an older brother and a younger brother, all of whom now hold important positions in the company, and this person in front of him is his second uncle: Wang Zhenhua.

Wang Zhenhua looked at the swollen face, his face couldn't help but sink, revealing a high-minded taste: "Who is in charge of things on the field?" ”

Liu Fatzi glanced at Da Meng, and found that the other party meant forward, and laughed in his mouth: "There is something to say." ”

Wang Zhenhua's gaze fell on Liu Fatzi, and then he raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a trace of contempt in his expression: "You are Shen Ye's protégé?" ”

Just a few days ago, Wang Zhenhua took Luo Yang to meet Shen Dong, and he still had some impression of this protégé standing behind Shen Dong.

Liu Fatzi didn't deny it, he smiled and nodded.

Wang Zhenhua's eyes suddenly noticed the woman sitting on the table, and a fierce color appeared on her face: "You actually colluded with outsiders to deal with your own people, you are really **** ruthless!" “

Mo Jiawen felt the other party's gaze, and countless memories came to her heart.

I think that it was because she couldn't stand their cynicism and Luo Yang's ill intentions that she moved from Rongcheng to Pucheng, thinking that she would never have any more entanglements with them in her life, but she didn't expect to meet now.

"What the hell do you think of me?"

Mo Jiawen took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and hatred in her heart, and turned to look at Da Meng: If Da Meng can really help her this time, then she is really willing to give everything to repay the other party......

Da Meng obviously didn't notice Mo Jiawen's changes, and looked at the person in front of him with interest.

Compared with Liu Fatzi, the other party's dress is obviously much taller, but in his gestures, he is more like an upstart than Liu Fatzi.

Wang Zhenhua swept a few people, his face sank, "Aren't you still letting people go?" ”

Fat Liu shook his head directly.

"It's up to you!"

Wang Zhenhua opened his mouth and sneered, and the two bodyguards beside him walked straight forward.

Liu Fatzi stood up directly, took out his gun, and slapped it on the table: "I see who dares!" ”

Wang Zhenhua, who was arrogant before, was suddenly startled when he saw the gun.

Unlike the proliferation of guns abroad, the management of guns in China is very strict, and ordinary people will be shocked when they see such a killing figure.

Looking at the arrogant Liu Fatzi, Da Meng couldn't help but roll his eyes, "With this kid, you know how to pretend with a fake gun!?" ”

Fake guns!?

Dameng didn't know how he could see it, but at the first glance, he knew that the gun was fake.

Wang Zhenhua was taken aback, but the two people beside him were not ordinary people, obviously not so easy to fool, after taking a look, he explained to Wang Zhenhua in a low voice.

"Huh!?"

Wang Zhenhua laughed angrily, and pointed at Liu Fatzi: "Fatty, you have a fake gun, and you want to fool Lao Tzu?" Is it really so foolish? ”

The fat man who was full of power before laughed, then picked up the fake gun and aimed it directly at Luo Yang in the corner, and then directly pulled the trigger.

"Don't ......"

Luo Yang's face changed, and he instinctively exclaimed, but then he only heard a click, and a cluster of flames jumped out of the muzzle.

It's just a pistol-type lighter.

Luo Yang, who was full of panic before, suddenly turned red when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help showing shame and anger.

He was just held to the head by this 'gun', his body was motionless, and he was slapped alive by the other party more than a dozen times.

Now that he knows that this gun is just a lighter, how can he not make Luo Yang feel ashamed and angry.

"You're right, it's a fake gun!"

Liu Fatzi squinted and smiled, but in his slitted eyes, there was a hint of coldness.

Liu Fatzi has a habit of carrying two guns, one fake gun, specially used to scare people; A real gun, every once in a while, he will take it out to wipe and disassemble, and once it is really taken out, it is used to kill.

Compared with Da Meng, Liu Fatzi is indeed a bit of a literati posture.

Seven years ago, he started playing with guns, and the bullets fired each year were measured in tens of thousands.

In the first few years, he participated in a lot of non-professional and amateur shooting competitions, won countless awards, and became a member of the shooting association as a matter of course, and even many professional coaches also found him.

However, in the end, Liu Fatzi found that the practicality of this competition was really limited, and he did not participate in regular competitions in the future, but participated in some more private hunting competitions and the like.

And now......

He already has a resounding name: the god of spears in the sea.

Wang Zhenhua scolded arrogantly: "You dead fat man, since you know the identities of the two of us, you dare to do this, you are really tired and crooked!?" ”

Fat Liu's brows furrowed, his eyes vaguely swept over the few people on the field, and a trace of anger spread among his expressions.

If he pulled out a gun, he grabbed it in a few breaths and killed all the people on the field.

The two bodyguards seemed to sense that something was wrong from Liu Fatzi's face, and their expressions showed a slight vigilance, and their figures involuntarily blocked in front of Wang Zhenhua.