On the dim street corner, the mighty Beimang army did not come.

The only thing that came was a red taxi stained with muddy water.

's brother scolded and collected the fare, knocked the three old-fashioned passengers out of the car, and rushed out with one foot on the accelerator, splashing muddy water I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and spilled three people.

But the three passengers were indifferent, just lined up one after another, standing at the entrance of the building.

"What about the five thousand Beimang elites?" Han Shixiao snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and asked coldly. "What about Beimang Young Marshal Long Fei?"

Although he had known for a long time that Zhang Ruoyu was bragging, at a certain moment, Han Shixiao hoped that Zhang Ruoyu was not bragging.

Huaxia boy, who doesn't admire the Beimang Army? Who doesn't want to meet Beimang Young Marshal Long Fei?

That's a living legend.

But look at the three crooked melons and cracked dates downstairs, who is like Long Fei? It's not as good as Zhang Ruoyu!

"The one who started is the young marshal Long Fei of Beimang." Zhang Ruoyu pointed to the little man downstairs who was less than 1.7 meters tall.

"Are you sure?" Han Shixiao's eyes flashed with anger.

It's all on this, this kid still has to lie?

"Of course, I have known him for ten years, and I will not admit it when he turns to ashes!" Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and said. "Although he is not tall, he is barely 1.7 meters in shoes, but in the Beimang Army, his comprehensive combat power is second only to Zhang Xiangbei, the soul of Beimang, and he is a well-deserved No. 2 person."

Zhang Ruoyu ignored Han Shixiao's expression that was about to go berserk, and said like a few family treasures: "Speaking of which, Long Fei also has a flower name in Beimang that is particularly in line with his identity and status. ”

Regardless of whether Han Shixiao was interested or not, Zhang Ruoyu blurted out: "General Shorty." ”

Han Shixiao's face was extremely gloomy, and he felt that his IQ had been insulted.

Just when he was about to order the group of little brothers downstairs to go upstairs, Zhang Ruoyu waved his hand and said, "Go!" Go downstairs and help you introduce these Beimang legends, and you are lucky to be touched by my light, and you are not qualified to greet them in normal times. ”

Han Shixiao hesitated and followed Zhang Ruoyu downstairs.

It is also convenient to go down, so as not to disturb Han Jiangxue's purity.

"Ah Fei!"

As soon as he walked out of the corridor, Zhang Ruoyu strode forward: "Didn't your deputy general call just now and say that all the five thousand elites of Beimang are coming to drink my wine?" Why are you here? What about people? ”

This seemed to be asked for Han Shixiao, but Han Shixiao watched coldly and admired Zhang Ruo's clumsy acting skills.

"All 5,000 people are coming, the movement is too big, and the coastal high-level will not be able to sit still." When the little man answered Zhang Ruoyu, he looked nervous, and even his body trembled a little...

But his eyes stared at Zhang Ruoyu for a moment, as if he was afraid that he would disappear out of thin air and disappear.

"Xiao Han, do you hear me?" Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Han Shixiao and pouted. "General Long is thinking about our coastal area, if all the people are really coming, maybe the traffic in the city will be paralyzed."

When Han Shixiao heard this, he put his hands in his pockets and stepped forward with a gloomy face.

He is 1.82 meters tall and looks down on the little man condescendingly: "Do you know how to judge fake soldiers?" ”

"What did you say?" The little man raised his eyes slightly, and his dark eyes seemed to contain 100,000 volts of high-voltage electricity, which made Han Shixiao's heart tremble violently.

But Han Shixiao is not an ordinary person after all, he straightened his head, raised his voice, and asked sonorously: "I said!" How do you know how many years a fake national hero is sentenced to!? ”

As soon as the words fell, dozens of fierce men in suits rushed over and surrounded the three of them!

In an instant, the atmosphere was tense.

The little man raised his head, although he was short, but the bulging aura all over his body easily crushed Han Shixiao's anger overflowing from his body.

"I'm not impersonating." The little man's thin lips opened slightly, and he said word by word. "My name is Long Fei."

"You are Long Fei, Lao Tzu is Long Fei's father!"

As soon as Han Shixiao finished speaking, Long Fei, who was half a head shorter than him, raised his hand and slapped him.

Although Han Shixiao quickly raised his arm to block it, the slap was so powerful that it slammed into his face, along with Han Shixiao's arm!

Syllable!

Han Shixiao staggered a few steps, only to feel that his face was full of heat, and his eyes were full of stars.

After this slap, the scene was completely blown up, and a group of followers shouted to abolish this dead dwarf who didn't know the height of the sky.

Han Shixiao, who was a little dizzy, spit out blood, pulled the tie on his collar, and roared hysterically: "Even if the five thousand Beimang army really come tonight, Lao Tzu will kill you!" ”

As he spoke, the group of followers descended the mountain like fierce tigers and rushed towards Long Fei and the others.

"Uncle, calm down!"

Zhang Ruoyu hurriedly stopped Han Shixiao, who was out of control, and acted as a peacemaker: "Don't be impulsive, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!" ”

Han Shixiao's face was hideous: "How is it unimaginable?" ”

"They're going to kill you!" Zhang Ruoyu said bitterly, looking like he was really worried about the safety of his eldest brother.

Han Shixiao was furious and completely lost his mind: "Do it!" ”

Dozens of well-trained men in suits swarmed up, and just about to make a move, Long Fei unusually calmly pulled out a gun and slammed it on Han Shixiao's head.

"Why don't you try one?"

The muzzle of the gun was as black as an abyss, and it was filled with a thick killing intent.

The boss was pointed at gunpoint, and the group of fierce followers were completely wilted.

"How many bullets do you have in a gun?" Han Shixiao was not afraid at all, and even used his head to exert his strength, hitting the muzzle of the gun with a fierce look in his eyes. "Can you kill all of us?"

Spit out blood, even though he was pointed at the head with a gun, Han Shixiao, who was hunched over like a beast, roared: "Kill them!" ”

The gang of outlaws were completely infected by Han Shixiao, and their eyes were bloodshot, like fierce beasts.

Long Fei frowned, and his temper came up instantly!

Zhang Ruoyu said a lot on the phone just now, but in Long Fei's ears, the subtext was not to make the battle like a military parade.

At this moment, Zhang Ruoyu advised Han Shixiao not to be impulsive, otherwise he would be beaten to death.

This sounds like scaring Han Shixiao, but it is actually warning Long Fei: Don't beat my eldest brother again, you will have to deal with it in the future!

The scene seemed to be tense, but Long Fei kept looking at Zhang Ruoyu's face and didn't dare to mess around.

Now that this surnamed Han is in a hurry, if he wants to play with himself, he can't really shoot him, right?

"Brother, don't blame me, he forced me!" Long Fei turned his head to look around, Zhang Ruoyu, who didn't even seem to want to see the excitement, his face suddenly sank!

Just when everyone thought that Long Fei was going to shoot Han Shixiao and cause a tragedy, he suddenly threw the gun to the adjutant general behind him, and shouted in a majestic voice: "Beimang Army, out of the ranks!" ”

Boom Boom!

In an instant, it was as if thousands of bulldozers were operating at the same time, and the ground shook.

The dark demolition area was like daylight, and countless bright lights shone through.

Behind the white light, towering bodies like steel!

The elite of the five thousand Beimang elites, the descendants of Zhang Xiangbei's lineage, walked out of the darkness, and the divine soldiers descended from the sky!

They are the blades of the nation, the patron saints of this nation.

They are famous abroad and are the strongest Marine Corps in the world!

They want to be a young marshal, they want to meet.

Even if the young marshal has an order, don't make the movement bigger, they want to hide in the dark and make a real goodbye.

But Han Shixiao forced out the 5,000 Beimang army!