Hemorrhoids hemorrhoids heaphaelicly!?

Hearing the words of the African mercenary, Luo Sheng and Xu Zilin's eyes widened.

Hemorrhoids can also bleed profusely and make people burp?!

Is this because I am lonely and unheard, or has hemorrhoids evolved?

And when he saw Orton Cott's blushing face and constipation that hadn't been solved for a week, Luo Sheng understood that this African-American mercenary had poked the dead fat man's sore spot.

The words of the African mercenary made Orton Cotter so angry that one Buddha went out of his body and the other Buddha ascended to heaven, and his face turned red.

Looking at Ortoncott's shaking cheeks, Luo Sheng was really afraid that this dead fat man would be so angry with a cerebral hemorrhage and burp.

Please, don't just burp like that.

What if you burp like this, what can you do about eating shit?

As it turned out, Orton Cott's psychological endurance was excellent, and he did not suffer a cerebral hemorrhage because the African mercenary poked him in the sore spot.

Ortoncott pointed his finger at the African-American mercenary a few times, then turned and walked in the direction of the restaurant.

", White Pig!"

The African-American mercenary whistled sharply and raised his middle finger at Ortoncott's back.

"The 'Freed' mercenary group, 'Black Lion' John Floy, you can also call me 'Old Black' like them."

The African-American mercenary walked up to Luo Sheng, stretched out his hand to Luo Sheng, and introduced himself.

Mercenaries usually introduce themselves by their own nicknames, and rarely give their real names.

Because in the mercenary world, nicknames are often more recognizable, more famous, and more intimidating to others than their real names.

But Floy reported himself directly, and while showing his honesty, he quickly narrowed the distance between him and Luo Sheng.

"Luo Sheng, I don't have any nicknames for the time being, of course you can call me 'Rookie No. 1'."

Luo Sheng shrugged helplessly, and reached out to shake the velcro on his camouflage uniform with Floy.

When Luo Sheng stretched out his hand to shake Floy's hand, he was also carefully observing the other party.

Floy was about one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, not burly but very strong, with curly hair, a thin layer against the scalp, and thick calluses on the palms and tiger's mouths, telling Luo Sheng that this was a hand holding a gun and a knife.

Floy's facial features are upright, but they definitely have nothing to do with handsome, his eyes are very bright, when his gaze falls on him, Luo Sheng feels like he is being targeted by a lion on the African savannah.

"I like your temper and would love to see the fat man lick the shit clean, but I have to get the knife from the Hand of God, and my village needs money."

Floy let go of his hand, a hot color burst out in his eyes, patted Luo Sheng on the shoulder, and did not hide his idea of competing for the first place at all, and said: "This Velcro on your chest may not belong to you soon." ”

"Then take it as you can, but I'm not going to give it to anyone." Luo Sheng replied with a smile.

Although there are no too sharp words between the two people, the smell of gunpowder in order to compete for the first place is already very strong.

"Maybe that's why I like you, or rather, your nation, brave, persistent, and hardworking."

Floy grinned, showed his white teeth, and said to Luo Sheng and Xu Zilin: "Hurry up and go to the restaurant, it's too late, maybe all you have left is vegetable juice." ”

"Boss, what does he mean by that?" Xu Zilin glanced at Floy's back and asked Luo Sheng, "Is it a war book or a friend?" ”

"It's not just about making friends, it's also about making war."

Luo Sheng replied: "At least he is honest and chooses to fight head-to-head rather than stab him in the back." ”

"You mean there's someone else going to stab someone in the back?"

"Why not?" Luo Sheng asked Xu Zilin rhetorically: "Don't forget, those guys are all mercenaries, and they don't have any moral code in their eyes, only interests!"

A few thousand dollars can kill them, let alone a temptation worth tens of millions of dollars. ”

"What then?"

Xu Zilin nervously observed the students around him who were walking towards the restaurant, for fear that someone among them would suddenly rush out and stab himself.

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, they can play yin, won't we?" Luo Sheng's expression was indifferent, without the slightest nervousness, "The big deal is to play with your life, who is afraid of whom?" Whoever plays yin with me, I will kill whom! ”

As he spoke, a chill overflowed from Luo Sheng's body, which made Xu Zilin next to him tremble.

"The dead fat man said that there would be beef flown from Australia and red wine from Bordeaux Château, and I don't know what vintage it is?"

On the way to the restaurant, Xu Zilin muttered: "I hope there will be Romanée Conti, otherwise the 90-year-old Lafite can also be, after all, it has the same quality as the 82-year-old Lafite, and the price is only a quarter of the 82-year-old Lafite......"

Luo Sheng, who was walking next to him, listened to Xu Zilin's muttering, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.

Also Romanée Conti, it's good not to give you a Romanée swill.

As for the beef flown in Australia, I am afraid it is already spoiled and rotten, crawling with maggots......

Anyway, Luo Sheng wouldn't believe that the training camp would really provide any dinner, and Orton Cotter couldn't believe a single punctuation mark when he said that.

But when Luo Sheng walked into the restaurant, the original psychological construction completely collapsed.

The brightly lit restaurant is filled with the rich aroma of grilled steak; Those students who arrived at the restaurant early were already pushing their glasses with their cigars in their hands.

"96-year-old Bojialong genuine dry red!"

Xu Zilin picked up a bottle of red wine from an empty table, and couldn't help but be a little surprised when he learned about the year and the winery where the wine was produced.

The '96 Bogaron estate represents the best of the 90s of the 20th century and comes at a great price.

This kind of thing that should have been stored on the collector's wine shelf is now placed on the table as ordinary table wine, for this kind of extravagant behavior, Xu Zilin has to admit that HI, a giant in the mercenary world, is really rich!

"Drink it, drink it."

Xu Zilin opened the red wine bottle in his hand with a corkscrew, and he didn't bother to sober up, so he poured it directly into his mouth, and greeted Luo Sheng who was standing at the dining table while pouring it back, "Why are you still stupid?" If you don't drink such a good red wine, you will be damned! After this village, there is no such shop! ”

"Drink, drink, beware of losing your life!"

Luo Sheng snatched the red wine bottle from Xu Zilin's hand and put it heavily on the dining table, and the red wine splashed from the wine bottle blurred a few red spots on the white tablecloth.

"What do you mean?"

Xu Zilin wiped the wine stains from his mouth and asked Luo Sheng puzzled.

"Alcohol can affect a person's reaction, and if you are drunk, you will completely lose the ability to respond to unexpected situations."

Luo Sheng explained to Xu Zilin: "When we are full of wine and food, we have just entered the sweet dream when we return to the barracks, and the training camp prepares a 'supper' for us, how do you deal with it?" ”