Wang Qiang returned to the Dajingshan pig breeding base, and there were more than 1,000 coyote warriors who returned to the base with him, and there were four or five hundred people with guns at each station, and some of them resisted the artillery.

There are cigarettes, they are all good cigarettes, and it feels a waste to smoke one before the end of the world, but now there should be hundreds of thousands? There are also clothes, they are all brand goods, before the end of the world, except for the children who bought them, I didn't dare to enter those stores after that, let alone any ideas, but now there are thousands of sets, right?

However, it's hard to take!

This posture, Chief Ran Xiong, is he going to destroy the Yujiapo Funeral Bandit today? Moreover, in this situation, I'm afraid we have to kill them all, right?

There's no room for manoeuvre? His original intention was just to negotiate between the two sides, both are regular troops, why should you?

I've never heard of so many people dying for pork!

Not only that, this plastic bucket is dragging gasoline in addition to wine! Isn't it too ruthless?

"Mr. Wang, the responsibility of delivering meat will be handed over to you." This is what the chief patted Wang Qiang's shoulder before leaving, saying that it cannot be rejected and that should be said.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!" This is what Wang Qiang said, what he said was not a little spirited, he said it so sadly, and he said it so tremblingly.

Alas, that's fate.

The monk was excited, patrolling, patrolling, all patrolling out of hysteria! And today's mission, I heard that it was changed to killing?

When he first heard the appointment, the gun in his waist almost went off! It's just the plan of the second uncle, saying that he killed the earth dog?

The monk thought, it is terrible for the earth dog to become a mourning dog, and the lethality is enough, but isn't this dog meat fragrant?

Things are neat, and the situation of the monk pretending to be a meat delivery team in Dajingshan is also very simple, and he set off with the meat delivery team after a while.

He was followed by three of his right-hand men, each of whom was responsible for leading a dog.

Also, responsible for the three barrels of gasoline at the very bottom.

The location of this cottage is quite good, sitting north and facing south, there is only one mountain road to go up, easy to defend and difficult to attack, there is a small waterfall hanging in the place of about two hundred meters across the walled gate, before the end of the world, here is the fairyland sought after by the rich.

It's just that there are too many trees up and down the mountain? You have done it in an easy way to defend and difficult to attack, can you defend against the second master?

"Password!" A young man with a Thomson submachine gun jumped out from behind the big tree at the entrance of the village, with makeup on his face and professional!

"Brother, I'm Wang Qiang, a pig farmer!" Wang Qiang hurriedly raised his hands and identified himself in a panic.

"Password!" The guy didn't care, and he yelled again, and the gun was high.

"Uh, well, cheese and cheese floss!" Wang Qiang was so frightened that his legs were weak, Boss Zhu was operating before, and this was inevitable for the first time.

"The password is correct!" The young man put away his gun and immediately prepared to return to the back of the tree.

"Big brother, big brother." The monk hurriedly jumped out and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which was not high-grade, but absolutely rare.

"Hey, hey, big brother, honor you." The monk smiled wickedly.

"Hmm." The young man took the cigarette, his expression remained unchanged, and he just nodded to the monk.

Then, the team of meat pullers continued to move slowly.

It's just that, after a while, around the tree, six soldiers in the same camouflage jumped down and looked at the guy and smiled.

Helplessly, the guy had to take out the cigarette and scatter one by one.

"Who!?" Seven men were alert and heard someone approaching.

Who is it that is not a monk, he saw seven people around, pretending to be flattering, and said: "Big brother, I am afraid that you will not have fire, so I will send you a lighter, give, give." ”

The seven breathed a sigh of relief and put down their guns.

"You're pretty smart!" One of them, a man with a large figure and a head, stared at the monk and lit a cigarette with a smile.

"Big brother, I just use more brains. Here, I still have half a pack here, for you, for you, hehe. The monk took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and looked as respectful as he was.

"Yo! Sensible, sensible! The head didn't refuse at all, and directly picked up the monk's half pack of cigarettes.

It's just that when the monk turned his head, the same seven brothers touched it, absolutely good hands, absolutely well-trained.

It is said that cigarettes can make people relax and unload fatigue, but it can also make people let down their guard, lose their spirit and vigilance faster.

Their movements were very light, facing the seven people in the clouds, as if they had rehearsed countless simulation trainings, they were killed with one sword, and the blood in their throats sprayed out the cigarettes that were still smoking.

At this point, the guards in front of the door of the mourning bandits have changed, but the weapons remain the same.

The monk turned his head again, took the lighter and a pack and a half of cigarettes back and put them together, and walked towards the door of the cottage, which was considered hard currency in the last days.

"Big boss, we are already stepping up the killing of pigs, but there are few people, so we want to pull the meat of ten pigs first." Wang Qiang showed that he pretended to be calm and spoke tremblingly, where is the fan of Mr. Wang.

"What are you afraid of? What are you shaking? "The big boss has a gun hole in his ear, bright and transparent, and his face is full of meat, and his speech is like thunder, and every word feels like it pops out of his hips.

Kneeling at once, Wang Qiang couldn't stand at all, and said with a crying voice: "Big boss, this thousand heads, I will definitely not be able to hand it over tomorrow!" ”

"Who told you to hand it over tomorrow?" The big boss laughed, this Wang Qiang is afraid that there is something wrong with his brain? He just wants a thousand heads of pork, but there is no time limit, this is suddenly directly the amount of meat of a thousand pigs, and he can't eat it all.

"Huh? Did I hear it wrong? Wang Qiang asked.

"Let you prepare the amount of 1,000 heads of pork, because you can use it recently, you go back and come according to the amount of 20 heads a day, and someone will naturally pick it up." The big boss continued, "What about Boss Zhu? ”

"He, his old man is afraid that he won't be able to hand over meat, so he doesn't dare to come." Wang Qiang replied resignedly, and then asked, "Is our team going to pull out the village?" ”

Hearing the first sentence, the big boss and the people in the hall laughed, but the last sentence made the big boss's face collapse.

He said sharply: "Don't ask, don't ask, or watch your head!" ”

This sentence made Wang Qiang is soul ascend to heaven, and he was so frightened that he knelt down again.

He hurriedly knelt down and said yes, and then hurriedly said: "Because I am afraid that there will not be enough pork, Boss Zhu asked us to bring a few barrels of rice wine to make amends to the big boss!" I hope the big boss doesn't be surprised! ”

As for the monks, they walked around with cigarettes, asking where the toilet was, where the pork deliverers were, and if they could join them......

After all, he stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiling person, and after the monk handed out the cigarettes, he already knew the basic situation of the cottage well.

Then, a note reached the door, and some people on the mountain path on both sides of the door began to carry gasoline barrels.

Night is coming, and the tribesmen should have arrived from afar, right?

The monk licked his lips and trembled, the feeling was not too exciting, it was more exciting than nailing his hands.

It seems that the current monk listened to Ran Xiong's words and began to use his brain, instead of relying on recklessness.