"Yes, yes, don't worry, leave this matter to me, I will definitely handle it properly."
"Go away!" He yelled impatiently.
The man on the stage changed from his previous arrogance, nodded and bowed and stepped back.
When he was out of sight of the car, his expression suddenly changed, and his originally smiling face suddenly turned cold.
"Damn it! You are trying to show off your power to me. After I take over, I will sooner or later want you to look good!!"
This is the reality of life for a group like the Skinheads.
Their law of the jungle is not only applied to outsiders, but internal disputes are also fierce.
Regardless of the clear distinction between superiors and subordinates, people below are very miserable towards those above.
But in reality, the people below all have the ambition to be superior.
And if these people are brought to power, they will inevitably attack their original masters.
If you want to be a father, you must first learn to be a grandson. This is very applicable to a team like skinheads.
Every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. It was the gang of bastards on the opposite side who got themselves into such an embarrassing situation.
The man on the stage walked from the rear position to the front with lucid eyes. He glanced at the reinforcements sent from above, and his pride suddenly increased.
With these men and horses, the force on the opposite side is simply vulnerable.
Thinking of this, the man on the handstand relaxed his mind again, and he returned to the person he was at the beginning of the battle.
"Hmph, it's time to contact the other party." He took out his phone and pressed the call button.
Compared to the excitement and "rebirth" of the man holding the table, the atmosphere on the Victor League team's side seemed depressed and dignified.
Looking at the new line of vehicles spread out on the opposite road, each of them had solemn expressions on their faces.
"Zizi~" A noise suddenly came from the station, and the annoying voice of the man on the station rang out immediately: "Haha, everyone, we haven't contacted you for so long, did you miss me!?"
"Fuck, this guy is so disgusting! I've never seen someone so shameless before. I'll do it..." As he spoke, Wenquan Xin was about to use his hands to attack the opponent.
However, Hua Biao raised his hand to stop him: "Let Lao Zhao handle it."
At this juncture, it is obviously not easy to irritate the other party, and Wenquan Xin's unconventional character will definitely lead to bad things.
"Humph, I miss you a little bit. There was no sound like this. We all thought you were dead. How about it? What happened to you guys just now!? Is this a big gift from you too?"
What Lao Zhao said was really hurtful without using any curse words.
The man with the mobile phone showed no unexpected changes in his expression, which was undoubtedly his greatest shame.
The Victors Alliance team even took over his heavy machine gun position without wasting a shot or a bullet.
The weapon was not bloody, but it actually caused a damage to the opponent.
"Why are you silent!? Didn't you keep asking me how I feel about the gift you gave me? I didn't answer before, but now I can tell you that we are very satisfied with your last gift. If you can, you can continue. "
His lungs were about to explode from being squeezed by Zhao Yunhai.
But I must admit that what Lao Zhao said was quite irritating.
Taking a few deep breaths, the man holding the desk calmed down a little and sneered: "Hmph, don't talk about those useless things. How about it, after fighting for so long, what do you think now? I think you should know the situation on the field. You've seen the reinforcements we've come for, right? Do you think you're still capable of continuing to resist given your current situation?"
Instead of the "big gift" thing he did before, maybe because he felt it was too embarrassing, the man holding the desk had a clear purpose this time and went straight to the point.
But after hearing this, Lao Zhao had no intention of ending the "joke" of the "big gift". He continued along with the man's threatening words.
"Ah!" Pretending to be amazed, Old Zhao teased: "It turns out it's your reinforcements who came here. I thought it was another "big gift". Brother, are you trying to surprise us and say it's reinforcements?" . Haha, you’re welcome, we won’t say anything more if you give me a big gift this time. If you want to give it, just give it to me.”
"Haha, Lao Zhao did a great job, that guy will have to die from the pain this time!" Bi Dahu grinned after listening to Lao Zhao's words.
It's just that Bi Dahu smiled happily, but the man holding the desk really gritted his teeth.
"Is it interesting to resist until the end? Do you think punishing this tongue-tied person can be interesting!? I advise you to think about it carefully. It's not too late to put down your weapons and surrender now. When the real army kills you, hum... you should know what the consequences will be! "
An unintentional threat.
After hearing this, Lao Zhao frowned slightly, then smiled and said: "Interesting, brother, why do I feel that your words are familiar to me? Ah, if I remember correctly, you seem to have said it before. Hiss...then... At that time, you seemed to have said that you would do something to us if we didn't surrender our weapons. But... Oh, do you want to collect the bodies of your brothers outside? Don't worry, we are very humane. You can send people over to collect the corpses. We promise not to Fire. Tsk, no, no, I don't think it's necessary anymore. Look, oh, people outside are bombed... It's too miserable, too miserable. It's what I mean, brother, it's better to see each other. Just accept it. My subordinates are also human beings, so why bother with their lives? You are the elder brother anyway, if you do this... the brothers will be chilled."
He was mainly anti-customer, and the way Lao Zhao spoke now was a replica of the man on the stage who had earlier persuaded them to surrender.
The man holding the desk was once again made furious by Lao Zhao's words.
But while he was angry, the subordinates next to him felt relieved in their hearts.
Lao Zhao told them all what they were thinking but dared not say.
"So, you are planning to continue to fight to the end!?" The man holding the desk asked fiercely.
When things got to this point, Lao Zhao had nothing to say: "Resist to the end!? Brother, you are using this word in a biased way. We live a good life in the village, but it is you who came here to seek bad luck for us. I I would like to ask you, if a robber comes to your house, will you open the door and welcome him in?"
As expected of a man of culture, there is no one like Lao Zhao.
"Hmph! Okay! Have a hard mouth. I hope you can get hard again next time!"
The call is interrupted.
The man holding the desk punched the car board with all his strength.
The pain in his fist was completely covered up by the anger in his heart. The furious man holding the hand immediately gave the order: "Hit me with the heavy machine gun in front!! Let them know that Lord Ma has an eye!!"
After the call ended, Lao Zhao felt bad.
Immediately, he also gave instructions to the brothers in the position: "Everyone should pay attention to concealment, the other side may take action!!"
Lao Zhao's inference was completely correct. No, as soon as he said the words "may need to take action", the barrage of Shanwei Tsunami from the opposite side came over.
"Da da da da da da!"
The heavy machine gunners who had just come up were in a state of excitement. Based on their performance, they were very diligent in carrying out the orders of the Taiwanese man.
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