"Wait...... Belch...... I haven't finished it yet! Seeing Brother Jun calling him, the fat man hurriedly refused, but secretly squeezed his eyebrows at Zhang Meng and said, "Zhang Quede, what do you guess Brother Jun is looking for us?" ”

"I don't know." Zhang Meng shook his head.

"If you want me to say, it won't be a good thing." The fat man muttered while chewing the food: "Brother Jun is cooler than the little lady, and he has always spoken little!" You see that he specially greeted the two of us this time, and I always felt uneasy. ”

"Eat your stuff! Where is so much nonsense. Zhang Meng took the opportunity to kick the fat man.

"Oops, hey, I said you lightly." The fat man jumped up and down and shouted, "Fat man, my ass is not good." ”

"It's okay......" Listening to the fat man talk about the wound on his buttocks, Zhang Meng smiled and said with a bad expression: "If I kick you twice, you can take advantage of the wound to eat more." ”

"What a bullshit idea!" The fat man glanced at Zhang Meng, and then threw the last piece of tsamba into his mouth with great satisfaction.

"It's just what you can think of, why don't you try it? Why don't I kick you, fat master? ”

"Cheng, I'm afraid that I won't have enough to eat by then, so you won't do it!" Zhang Meng pursed her lips.

Unconsciously, Zhang Meng and the fat man had come to the back of the house with Brother Jun.

In front of him, a field the size of a basketball court had been cleared, and a few wooden stakes were placed on the empty snow, on which were filled with empty beer bottles.

"Brother Jun, don't you want to have a drink with the fat man?" The fat man quipped.

"Fuck off!" Zhang Meng turned around and scolded the fat man, then thought for a while and said, "Brother Jun, this is obviously to test our marksmanship." ”

"Hey! Zhang Quede, you are really stupid! "The fat man is in a hurry.

"That maybe." Zhang Meng smiled.

"Zhang Quede, fat man, I'm not done with you." As he spoke, the fat man rolled up his sleeves and prepared to beat people.

"Silence!" I saw Brother Jun's hands in the pockets of his **** windbreaker, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned: "At the level of the two of you, you don't need to test, I also know it." ”

"Ugh." The fat man had a full burp.

"See, your shooting skills aren't necessarily much better than mine." Zhang Meng said sarcastically.

"Nonsense, although the shooting level is not much better than yours, but the fat man is much stronger than you little baby when he fights." The fat man straightened his stomach and said with a big grin: "Or let's compare here." ”

"Compare and draw!" Zhang Meng said unconvinced: "Aren't you going to order military body boxing?" This ability is not a fart in front of Brother Jun. ”

Just when the two were about to continue to talk to each other, Brother Jun said coldly: "Now the competition is only winning or losing." But when you meet that group of Americans in the future, it's not as simple as winning or losing, and those who lose can only die! ”

"Yes......" Hearing Brother Jun's words, Zhang Meng remembered Mike and them.

At that time, he put down his cruel words, saying that if he met the people of Bogut Company again, he would not show mercy. Hearing Brother Jun mention this, he immediately realized the crisis.

"At the time, I said I wouldn't show mercy, but now it seems that we are the ones who are really in danger." Zhang Meng said.

"I'm afraid of a fart! Brother Jun, I said don't you compare the fat man with this kid, right? The fat man's buttocks twisted, and he said with a bullish look: "How to say, the fat man and I are also a person who knows a little kung fu, I think back then, the fat man relied on this ability to crisscross Henan and Hebei, known as the king of tomb robbers in Henan and Hebei......"

Looking at the fat man running the small train with his mouth full, Zhang Meng rolled his eyes.

"As far as your military body fist is concerned, it's okay to deal with ordinary people, as for the powerful characters......" Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Brother Jun's mouth.

"Hear me! Don't take 50 steps and laugh at 100 steps. Zhang Meng said.

"Why don't you call Laizi." The fat man thought that Brother Jun couldn't hear his whispers, and muttered quietly.

But he didn't expect Brother Jun's eyes to be glazed, and he put away his smile and said: "With Laizi's means, don't talk about the two of you, even if it is Zhao San, you may not be able to take him away empty-handed." ”

"I can't see through who he is, but it's very hidden." Brother Jun said lightly.

"Laizi is so powerful?" Hearing Brother Jun say this, Zhang Meng was shocked. Although the third uncle is best at marksmanship, when it comes to fist and foot kung fu, he is also quite powerful, but I didn't expect Brother Jun to say that Zhao San couldn't clean up Laizi.

"No wonder, this little bastard runs so fast every time, daring to love him as a master." The fat man slapped his thigh and said angrily: "It's really careless in making friends, so many years of friendship are in vain!" ”

Zhang Meng knew that the fat man was whining, but he didn't have a gap with Lai Zi because of this little thing.

"Zhang Quede, you too, why do you want to tear your face with those Yankees?" The fat man asked.

Listening to the fat man's words, Zhang Meng laughed angrily: "Damn! I don't know who looked down on them before, an American devil. ”

"Huh? I'm talking about it! The fat man immediately pretended to be confused and diverted the topic: "Hey, by the way, aren't your second uncle and Xiaolou skilled?" ”

"You can compare yourself to old men and girls." Zhang Meng pouted, and said disdainfully: "Although the second uncle is good at feng shui numerology, he is actually a rare master in the tomb robbery world, otherwise how could he have broken out of such a big foundation with my father and them back then." ”

"I'll go, after such a comparison, how do I think we will drag our feet......" The fat man said blankly.

"What do you think?" Zhang Meng smiled bitterly.

"Fortunately, there is still a small building at the bottom." The fat man said shamelessly.

Zhang Meng shook his head and said, "Xiaolou is Lady's person, and the Yankees will not embarrass her." Besides, don't you feel that as a man, you should protect women? ”

"It's the one you want to protect, right?" The fat man glared at Zhang Meng, and said dissatisfiedly: "Ya, I really don't understand, what is so good about you Zhang Lackinge, Xiaolou is so cute, a girl will like you." ”

"To protect your own woman, you must first become a warrior." Brother Jun pushed his sunglasses, and the black windbreaker hunted in the cold wind: "So in the next few days, I will personally train you and train you to become warriors." Only a true warrior can calmly face blood and death. ”

"Warriors?" The fat man didn't know Brother Jun's past, and his expression was a little puzzled in an instant.

"Brother Jun has participated in the counterattack against Vietnam before, and he has annihilated the world's strongest army: the Vietnamese Chameleon Special Forces ......," Zhang Meng said in a low voice.

"Although I don't object to training, let alone that Japanese mercenary, even if it is other well-trained mercenaries, we may not be able to handle it?" After all, the fat man has a very poisonous eye, and he still has some basic common sense.

"Don't worry." I saw Brother Jun said indifferently: "I know the measure, as long as you meet the standards, you can take charge of it alone, even if it is Yamashita Takeji, it is impossible to solve you in a short time." ”

"What kind of kung fu is so powerful?" Zhang Meng's heart moved, if he could greatly improve his combat effectiveness according to what Brother Jun said, then he really had to practice hard.

"I'll go, I can actually deal with that little Japanese devil, fat man, I'll learn! I learn! The fat man was excited when he heard it.

"It's still difficult to deal with that person." Brother Jun looked at Zhang Meng and the fat man with excited faces, and said after a while: "But he has a fatal shortcoming, that is, hand-to-hand combat!" ”