"Fighting foreign devils, I'll do it." Wang Rong pulled the man behind him.

Blake clenched his huge fists, looked at Wang Rong coldly, and the corners of his mouth showed casual ridicule, they were just two ordinary men, he was tall and powerful, and he also killed mutant beasts all the way, and he also practiced boxing in the early years, and the power of one punch went down, and ordinary people were afraid that their internal organs would be injured.

"What do you look at, foreign devil?" Wang Rong said lightly: "Before the nuclear war, this was not your foreign devil's country, it was my home field, and you played away." ”

"Stinky boy, your thighs are not as thick as my arms, I'll let you make three moves!" Blake snorted coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Blake suddenly saw a flower in front of him, and Wang Rong was like a bolt of lightning, which had already rushed to his side. Blake was tall and burly, and Wang Rong pounced like a hungry wolf pounced on a bison.

Wang Rong swung his right fist and struck Blake in the chest and abdomen. Blake just let out a big talk about making three moves, so he took a deep breath, and the chest and abdomen were flat. This blow is extremely powerful, but the chest and abdomen are concave, and after it misses, I am afraid that it will make the puncher extremely uncomfortable. Before Blake's smile could reach the corners of his mouth, Wang Rong had already crashed into it like a tanuki, his fist was still strong, but his elbow slammed into the recess, and then his shoulder hit the ...... again

Fists, elbows and shoulders, three blows in one go. Wang Rong was still standing proudly on the spot, but Blake had already flown out. He struggled to stand up and looked at Wang Rong in disbelief, but he bit his lip and refused to speak.

"It's much more comfortable to spit out blood. If you hold on, there will inevitably be internal injuries. Fuck off when you're done spitting! Wang Rong said lightly.

Blake's face turned pale, he spurted blood heavily, waved his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned to leave.

The man couldn't help but look solemn when he saw Wang Rong's vigorous skills, he slapped his face and asked: "The little brother is very good, this foreigner has also practiced a few hands when he looks at his posture, but I didn't expect that he couldn't make a few moves under the little brother, which is really eye-opening." I don't know the little brother's name? ”

"Wang Rong!"

"I'm Ma Yuqiang!"

Ma Yuqiang? Wang Rong suddenly recalled that Sister Song had said that Ma Yuqiang was the military governor of the entire university town and a lieutenant colonel. But Sister Song said that Ma Yuqiang was in his forties, and Ma Yuqiang in front of him looked like he was only in his twenties. Isn't that a bit of a big age gap?

Seeing that Wang Rong was a little distracted, Ma Yuqiang smiled, and he said in a low voice: "You don't know, if you are interested, let's go to the side and say a few words." ”

Wang Rong nodded and followed Ma Yuqiang to the side of the road, the girl sent the umbrella over, found a place to hide from the rain, and did not eavesdrop on them.

"I am indeed Ma Yuqiang, the lieutenant colonel of this place, and my age is indeed forty-three years old." Ma Yuqiang pointed to his nose: "It just looks a little young, doesn't it?" ”

"If people are well-maintained and can look younger, you are too much." Wang Rong shrugged his shoulders: "Anyway, I think it's hard to accept that people in their forties are so young." ”

"Would you like to join the army, then?" Ma Yuqiang asked.

Wang Rong shook his head.

Ma Yuqiang was a little disappointed, and what he wanted to say was forced to hold back. He used to look like a middle-aged man, but the Eastern Region is more closely related to here, and he has heard a little about some projects about human genes.

When a person reaches middle age, all aspects of physical endurance will decline to some extent. But not in this era, if you start to age, it is impossible to continue to fight on the front line. In fact, if a small group of mutant beasts came to attack this college town, no place would be safe, and everyone would have to take part in the battle. Ma Yuqiang later learned that the Eastern Region had created a project by mistake for the project of declining the ability of the military police, which was to make people grow in reverse.

To put it simply, it can basically restore a middle-aged person's physical strength, skin, and skin to his youth. But the side effects are terrifying, and once this transformation is carried out, it will be about the same for another ten years at most.

Ma Yuqiang really wants to open up and live for ten years? At this end of the day, no one dares to pack a ticket if he can survive until tomorrow, and if he is old and cannot continue to fight, his life will lose most of its meaning.

Ma Yuqiang is a battle maniac. Before the nuclear war, he was just a small company commander, and at that time it was still a peaceful era, and he wanted to charge into battle in his bones, but unfortunately, it was none of his business at all. Later, there was a war, but everyone was playing nuclear warfare, missiles were flying around, and he could only stare at the army dryly. Later, the nuclear war was over, and by the time he fought again, there were already many mutated beasts, at that time, he was no longer young, and now he is still a belligerent man in his bones, but how can he tolerate his aging?

Live for another ten years, that's fine!

"I didn't expect you to be powerful, and I didn't want to join the army!" Ma Yuqiang couldn't hide his disappointment.

Wang Rong said apologetically: "I'm very sorry. ”

"It doesn't matter! When you figure it out, just come to me. You know where to find me, right? ”

"I know!"

Seeing Ma Yuqiang leave, Wang Rong beckoned to Luo Wenqing and Xiao Wuzi: "Go ahead with our business!" ”

The so-called write-off is a technical job, and it is also a personal work. First of all, you have to know who has something to sell, and secondly, you have to know who has a need for it. Threading the needle is not an easy thing to do. Fortunately, Luo Wenqing is a person with a wide range of people.

As the saying goes, black and white take it all, and what he gets in exchange can improve his qualifications. For example, windbreakers, leather shoes, leather handbags, watches, cigarettes, cigars, etc., in this place, there is this body, and it is definitely a wrist.

It is naturally not easy for him to get out of other people's hands.

Those who have the ability to steal women's things have to count on him.

Of course, there aren't many intimate places in this place. There is a place where under normal circumstances, the living are not allowed to enter. It was the morgue of a medical school back then. The students were counting on autopsies and all that. Later, when the nuclear war broke out, it was deserted, and then so many people lived here, and it became a morgue again. Of course, they are all mutant beasts who bite to death or die of disease and old age, and the corpses are stopped for a while and then burned.

So in normal times, no one wants to come here, saying that it is very evil.

It's a great place for people they want to trade.

The fifth son, Luo Wenqing, came here with Wang Rong with a swagger.

"There aren't necessarily a lot of people delivering goods, but each one is very strong, it's normal to have a little guy on them, and some even have guns." Luo Wenqing said dryly: "Big brother, you have to be careful, guns don't have eyes." ”

Wang Rong clenched his fists: "It doesn't matter! ”