Changping Zhengxiong stared at Liu Cheng with resentment in his eyes and didn't say a word.

Liu Cheng slowly took off the Browning pistol with a holster from his body and handed it to Duan Jinghe next to him:

"Old Duan, this is for you, new guy."

Duan Jinghe's eyes suddenly lit up.

He has always kept the Browning pistol that Liu Cheng gave him before, and he will not take it out and use it until he has to.

But in the more than a year that Zhang Guanyi has been around, there have been too many such "last resort" situations.

The weapons were not enough, and although Duan Jinghe was the commander of the artillery battalion, it was impossible to ask for more guns.

During a battle, his pistol accidentally knocked into a stone, and a piece of paint the size of a fingernail fell off, which made him feel distressed at the time.

What's more, there are no bullets.

A pistol without bullets is not as good as a wooden stick, and it is just to support the scene and ornament when it is pinned to the waist.

Now that he had just seen that Liu Chengcheng had a new gun, and it was still with a holster, Duan Jinghe's front teeth were immediately exposed.

But after all, this was captured by Liu Cheng, he was a little embarrassed, and said against his will:

"Battalion commander, why don't you keep it for yourself......"

That being said, his eyes were already glued to the gun.

Liu Cheng's physical state was still very weak at this time, and he didn't have the mood or strength to talk more, so as soon as he let go, the gun fell to the ground.

Duan Jinghe hurriedly bent down to pick up the gun, and complained vigorously:

"Oops! But don't fucking break it! ”

Liu Cheng ignored him, turned to Nagahira Masao and continued:

"There's something I haven't figured out, why did you recognize Lao Tzu so quickly?"

Regarding this question, Nagahira Masao had nothing to hide, and he didn't want to hide it, so he immediately raised his eyebrows and replied:

"Sato, do you remember?"

Liu Cheng understood everything in an instant, and shook his head with a wry smile:

"So that's the case, he's your anonymous father?"

Nagahira Masao glared at Liu Cheng and did not speak.

Liu Cheng took a few deep breaths weakly, turned his head to Duan Jinghe and said:

"Old Duan, did you find the medicine?"

Duan Jinghe was fiddling with the brand-new Browning pistol with a happy face, and when he heard Liu Cheng's words, he immediately asked people to carry the two iron boxes over.

Nagahira Masao just looked at it coldly and didn't say a word.

After the box was opened, Liu Cheng tried to get closer, but his body did not obey the call, and he almost stumbled on one of the iron boxes.

Qin Lu had been staring at him with good eyes, so he reached out in time to hold him.

Liu Cheng searched in the iron box for a long time before taking out more than a dozen glass bottles bundled together from it, turning his head and handing them to Qin Lu next to him and saying:

"Find a syringe and inject it all into him!"

Nagahira Masao, who had not spoken, was stunned for a moment, glared at Liu Cheng angrily and said loudly:

"Bastard! Idiot! Don't you know that blood of different blood types can agglutinate?! Even if you want me to get malaria, all you need is a drop of blood! ”

Liu Cheng smiled slightly, revealing two rows of fairly neat teeth.

But this standard smile, which has now become a basic skill in the service industry, is extremely hideous in the eyes of Nagahira Masao.

Liu Cheng's obviously weak voice sounded:

"Is your IQ really inferior to soy milk, Lao Tzu didn't want you to be infected with malaria at all, but wanted to kill you, in a way that a mentally handicapped child like you can't think of."

Indeed, the blood in those glass bottles had added up to more than 150 milliliters, and if this blood did not match the blood of Nagahira Masao, then all the red blood cells in Nagahira Masao's body would die within a few days.

Translated: will die.

Originally, Liu Cheng didn't know if the blood matched the blood type of Changping Masao, and he didn't know if they came from the same person.

But before he could ask, Nagahira Masao's reaction had already explained everything.

The reason why Liu Cheng was able to pick out these blood in so many large and small glass bottles at once was that in addition to color and state, there was another basis.

All the glass bottles were labeled in Japanese, and there were many colors and shapes like blood, but only the Japanese translation on the labels of these bottles picked out by Liu Cheng was a Chinese name.

Liu Cheng can speak Japanese, but he doesn't know much, let alone write about those things that tick the circle.

But among the few Japanese words he knew, including the words on the label.

Qin Lu didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately took out a syringe from another iron box and began to draw blood.

Changping Masao's face became more and more ugly, and he stared at Liu Cheng through gritted teeth and said loudly:

"Yaga! You can't do this! I ......"

"Smack!"

With a loud and crisp applause, Nagahira Masao's voice came to an abrupt end.

Duan Jinghe shook his hand, looked at Changping Zhengxiong scoldingly, and said:

"Your grandmother has a pen, no face, right? The fucking swelling didn't go down, so I forgot about the pain?! ”

Liu Cheng looked at Nagahira Masao with sympathetic eyes, and his tone was extremely innocent:

"Look at the stinky problem of your little devils, if you have nothing to do, you will 'Baga', now you are comfortable?"

At this time, Nagahei Masao's heart was already occupied by despair, so he simply shut up and didn't say anything.

This has nothing to do with whether or not you know the current affairs, but the self-confidence in yourself that has always been completely collapsed.

Especially in front of the simple and rude Duan Jinghe, his proud IQ and scheming have become ornaments.

No matter how good he is at capturing and exploiting the psychological weaknesses of the hostile side, it is in vain in front of people like Duan Jinghe.

Because he doesn't listen or talk at all, as long as it's not what he wants to hear, raising his hand is a big mouth, which makes Nagahira Masao can't find the slightest opportunity.

Just as Qin Lu put the needle close to the blood vessel on Changping Zhengxiong's arm, Liu Cheng suddenly stopped her, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said:

"Wait a minute, he can't die yet."

Hearing this, Masao Nagahira, whose heart had already risen to his throat, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Liu Cheng's next sentence made the breath that Changping Masao had just let go of instantly pulled back:

"I almost forgot, I couldn't just let him die; He entertained Lao Tzu for nine days, and Lao Tzu had to pay him back for nine hundred and eighty-one days before it was settled, and he couldn't be owed. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Duan Jinghe and said:

"Old Duan, you break his two collarbones first."

Without waiting for Nagahira Masao to react, Duan Jinghe stepped forward and pressed him to the ground, clasped his left collarbone with two steel-like fingers, and gritted his teeth.

"Click!"

With a soft sound, Nagahira Masao's left collarbone snapped......