The Special Crazy Soldiers of the Beautiful President

After experiencing this turmoil, from the bottom of Chen Wu's heart, he knows Brother Ji better and admires him a little bit, after all, he was a generation of social turmoil.

You can still see a little bit of Jianghu morality from Brother Ji.

"It's different today. In the society, they are all fucking money. Stupid people like scumbags, rushing to the front, are pure cannon fodder. He is really stupid..."

Brother Ji shook his head and sighed, that's not a shame. This kind of social cannon fodder, messing with society, pays attention to money and brains, he has neither, and he can't be as fierce as lentils to the end. , slapped hard to death on the beach.

The 120 ambulance came fairly quickly, it took 10 minutes of no use, and here it is, the bastard was bleeding all the way and was carried up, Chen Wu could see clearly, the bum had tears in his eyes, look at that unforgettable look, It must be impossible to do it again in the future, "Okay, after cleaning up this guy, we two will continue to drink, and we will not go home if we are not drunk!"

Brother Ji's kindness is hard to give up, Chen Wu was pushed all the way, and Xiao Hua's soft and fragrant body bones were all close together, sticking to Chen Wu, it was very beneficial, so Chen Wu continued.

This time, changing to Moutai can be regarded as improving the food, and the money is all fraudulent. I have to say that Brother Ji is extremely smart, and the philistine is happy.

On the wine table, Chen Wu and Ji Ge exchanged cups, the little flower was not idle, her pair of pink legs was so bold, she directly placed Chen Wu's hard and steady legs on the plate, that kind of taste, people who have experienced it They say they will never forget.

After this step, Chen Wu felt elated and joyful in his heart, he was so happy, he must be happy to be happy in life, Chen Wu unconsciously got a little drunk in this round, and got old.

At the same moment, on the other side, Brother Stick, whose head was hit so hard by a wine bottle, was still breathing heavily, but his whole body was not feeling well, "It hurts to death, oh my god, it hurts to death. , let the doctor take a good look at it for me, I want to be cured!"

Brother Bangchui yelled and snarled, and the little brothers Ma Zai next to him groaned and nodded repeatedly, "Brother, we are here, we are here, just like Brother Daneng, we are in the same hospital, and we even opened an intensive care unit for you. "

Dele, although he was severely whipped, but the elder brother is the elder brother after all, and the elder brother has money in his pocket, so he is the master, and the living is not much better than that of ordinary patients.

After being admitted to the hospital, Brother Bangchui was sent to the intensive care unit for more than 1 a day. Brother Bangchui thought he was finally at ease, but no, at this time Brother Epilepsy actually came!

He didn't leave at all, and watched the long-time story meeting in the hospital, "Go away, Brother Epilepsy is doing business, all irrelevant idlers, etc., get out of the way, fuck!"

The doctors and nurses, together with the mallets, and a dozen or so hooligans with injuries and nurses were all driven away by a group of more brutal and rampant bastards. Bang bang bang!

In the hospital corridor, ghosts were crying and howling, "Tell me, why did you come back, and you are still seriously injured."

Epilepsy brother Dongfang Yu, sucking his nose lightly at this time, he still held a red apple in his hand, took a bite, and spit out a mouthful of skin. cut.

"Brother Epilepsy, I'm incompetent, and I'm also that kid. You don't know, I caught his balls, but this kid can use Shaolin's iron skills, I never expected!"

Bangchui brother, his eyes are firm, like a tried and tested, the most loyal predator, his eyes, movements and expressions are completely at the level of a movie king, which cannot be doubted.

But Brother Epilepsy is not someone else, and he definitely can't be a normal person, so he was suspicious, "Shaolin iron file skills, you fucking continue to make up, keep fooling around, I fucking have to show you my tricks, Heizi, Bring the knife!"

As soon as Brother Epilepsy finished speaking, a middle-aged man who was quite dark and strong came striding forward, holding a bright Japanese samurai sword in his hand, slam!

Brother Epilepsy held it in his hand, his eyes were violent, "Bang Chui, you have been with Da Neng for many years, and you also know a little bit of my rules, tell me, how do you want to die?"

dead!

I'm about to fuck Brother Bangchui, this brother Bangchui, on the snow-white hospital bed, urinated immediately, "Don't, don't, don't tell me! I'm not bragging, you haven't seen that kid epilepsy, he If you can really know kung fu, it is still the most authentic iron kung fu in Southern Shaolin, I must not fool you, I beg you, please let me go, don't kill me!"

Under Brother Epilepsy, it cannot be said that there is no life, he is mentally ill, killing people is not illegal, and he does not bear any criminal responsibility, "Fuck, just pretend to be in front of me, this time I have to chop you up, otherwise how can I mess around in the future?" , Fuck!"

Swish swish swish!

It was an extremely violent afternoon. On Huadu Road, there were quite a few vicious and indomitable bastards in the society. Brother Bangchui also finished playing, and was directly chopped into meat sauce by Brother Epilepsy. It was a bloody scene of the old man.

That’s not to mention, Brother Epilepsy also left some things, hands, feet, etc., all soaked in formalin and made into specimens. Brother Epilepsy called this art, and ordinary people would definitely not be able to appreciate it.

This is just one of them. From then on, for a long time, Brother Epilepsy's subordinates, including Heizi, stopped eating steamed stuffed buns. It didn't matter if they were big or small, as long as they were meaty buns, none of them ate them.

"Hahaha, have a great time, Heizi ask me about that kid, if you find him, I will ask him to be in Nanshan, Shaolin iron file skills, I want to see if it is true..."

After Brother Epilepsy killed someone, he didn't panic, took out Xue Baijuan's small handkerchief, and wiped the blood stains on the samurai sword carefully. Those who haven't seen it before can't imagine such a scene.

"Yes, Brother Epilepsy, how can you say it!"

Heizi nodded, turned around swiftly, and went out the door. He almost vomited up his jaundice, it was really a mess.

"Shaolin iron crotch skill, iron gear skill, what the hell is this thing, it can be as good as my old Twelve-Road Elder Kick, what the hell!"

Brother Epilepsy's eyes were crazy, and he became more and more crazy. This afternoon, he was lost in the bright red blood...

At this time, Chen Wu was already drunk, and seeing that he couldn't move much, Xiao Hua stretched out a pair of white hands, and helped Chen Wu who was crumbling, "What's wrong, Brother Wu, you're drunk now!" , look at my father, he is not drunk, you just drink too little, you have to continue practicing..."

While talking, Xiaohua helped Chen Wu and left. Brother Ji ate vegetables and sipped a pot of wine, "Moutai is good, my daughter is also promising, and she can make a baby, hahaha, she is indeed my own." , the tiger father has no dog daughter, so wonderful..."