The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 81 Popeye's Spinach

The recruit was not nervous, he walked to the white line with a slight smile, and picked up a grenade on the ground.Holding it in his hand, he stood at attention and shouted "OK", and the monitor on duty, Chen Zhiqiang, shouted, "Drop the bomb."

"Yes."

The recruit's expression looked very relaxed. He stepped back with his right leg slightly, and his right arm followed his body's rightward tilt. After pulling it to the far right, he swung it forward vigorously, and saw the grenade flying out in a perfect arc. In the air, the iron skin of the warhead dragged the whole body and fell downwards, hitting the ground headlong.

The head of the regiment quickly looked up at the place where it landed and said to the political commissar, "This is not bad, it was thrown far enough."

The political commissar nodded and applauded the recruit with a smile: "It's really good, where is this soldier's hometown?"

"Report, I'm from Shandong."

The head of the group asked: "Have you ever done farm work at home?"

"Report, I have been helping my family with farm work since I was 11 years old."

"Let me just say, I must have exercised. Unlike some soldiers, before becoming a soldier, I was a young master at home, and I haven't swept the ground. How can my arms have such strength?"

Yang Fan thought to himself: Yes, I have never done any fucking work in this long life. I have never been involved in housework at home, let alone any farm work.

The result of the grenade throw came out: 39 meters.

The company commander's face was full of smiles, and he said to the political commissar of the regiment commander: "This soldier is usually more than 40 meters long, and his performance today is a bit average."

The head of the regiment and the political commissar could tell that he was bragging, but even bragging had merit.

Yang Fan thought to himself: Don't blow your mother away, he's more than 40 meters away. None of the recruits in the company have thrown anything more than 40 meters away. Do you think he is Popeye?

Thinking about it, Yang Fan gave the company commander a sneaky look, and suddenly paused: What the hell did I just say?Popeye?The Popeye who eats spinach and has great strength?Yes, I can summon Popeye to help me, but... how can he help me?Damn, no matter so much, let's call first and then talk.

But with so many people standing on the training ground, there was no way he could summon a cartoon character in front of them, right?How to do it?

Yang Fan anxiously thought of a solution, suddenly felt the urge to urinate, and thought: just right, go to the toilet to call.

"Report, monitor, I want to go to the bathroom."

The squad leader on duty and the team leaders were applauding the new recruit. Hearing what Yang Fan said, he glanced at him and said, "You are such a lazy donkey who wastes a lot of shit."

Yang Fan smiled at him embarrassedly.

"Go, come back quickly." Chen Zhiqiang waved his hand, Yang Fan took a step back from the last row of the team, turned and ran away.

Neither the regiment leader nor the others noticed his departure, and continued to observe the recruits dropping bombs, seeing them with gusto.

Yang Fan quickly ran to the toilet. After he was done, he hid in the cubicle and locked the door.

This is down, I want to call Popeye, hurry up and let Popeye come.He closed his eyes and meditated in his heart, but when he opened his eyes, he found that there was no one in front of him.

"Where are the people? Why is there no one?" He turned around and saw a person sitting by the urinal. He was wearing a blue sailor suit, a white hat on his head, and holding a return card in his hand. He had a pipe no bigger than a lollipop, and he was sitting on the ground looking at Yang Fan. His arms seemed to be inflated, and they were extremely inconsistent with his body, thick and hard.

"Hey, did you call me?" Popeye spoke first.

Yang Fan felt baffled: "Nonsense, I summoned you, and you actually talk to me with this attitude?"

Popeye looked a little disdainful. He stood up from the urinal and glanced at Yang Fan, then at the urinal on the ground and said, "Where is this?"

"Toilet." Yang Fan said

"What? You summoned me in the toilet, what do you want to do to me?" Popeye asked in surprise.

"Don't get me wrong, I want you to do me a favor." Yang Fan grabbed Popeye's wrist, opened the door, and pulled him out of the compartment.

After he locked the door of the toilet, he pulled Popeye to the window of the toilet, and Popeye looked confused.

"Look, there is a group of soldiers over there, throwing grenades. I am one of them, but I have very little strength. Throwing grenades is too difficult for me. I need your help."

Through the window, Popeye saw the recruits who were throwing bombs in the distance, and smiled slightly: "It's too simple, let's go, I'll throw it for you." As he said, he pulled Yang Fan and wanted to go out, but Yang Fan held him back. He: "No, if you go out, they will definitely be shocked. I have to throw it. Please help me find a way."

For the third company on the training ground, the company commander approached the squad leader Wang Zhigang and whispered, "Where's that Yang Fan in your class?"

Yang Zhigang turned his head and looked around before realizing, why did this kid come back after going to the toilet?That's okay, don't come back yet, the regiment leader is looking at it, so many soldiers have been thrown away, and none of them failed. Today is really an embarrassment for the third company. If he comes back, he will be called by the regiment leader. If it dropped a bomb, it would really be a stinky fish that ruined a pot of soup.

The head of the regiment and the political commissar gave a thin and short recruit a thumbs up. In the bombing just now, although the recruit was short in stature, he threw a score of 38 meters. There were many soldiers who were taller and stronger than him. He is not far away.

On the toilet side, Popeye understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "It seems that my strong arms will not be used anymore." He stretched out his arms and swayed his muscles.The muscles on the arms made Yang Fan dizzy looking at them, and they swelled up like a balloon being blown up by air in an instant.

"By the way, don't you have canned spinach?" Yang Fan said suddenly.

Popeye pouted and took out a can from his pocket and handed it to Yang Fan: "There are two more cans, one for you, I will keep one."

"No, give it all to me." Yang Fan reached into his pocket and took out the other can.

He took the can and wanted to open it, but he didn't have the tools.

"What should I do?" Yang Fan handed the can to Popeye, and Popeye took it over, clenched his fist and smashed the can hard, only heard a "click", the can was broken, and he smashed the can hard again. The crack was broken open, and the spinach inside leaked out.

"That's great." Yang Fan ate all the spinach in the two boxes of cans, and Popeye thought to himself: Damn, it's too bullying, and he actually ate my can.

After Yang Fan ate, he instantly felt a force slowly solidifying from his body. The pain in his sore shoulders was basically gone. He felt extremely comfortable all over his body, especially his arms. He watched helplessly as he The arms became thicker and harder, all the flesh turned into muscles, and even blood vessels burst through the skin.

"Fuck, this is too awesome, don't I have a lot of strength now?" Yang Fan said, clenched his fist lightly and hit the window sill, the window sill was directly smashed by him, tiles piece by piece fell down.

"Fuck, thank you so much, Brother Dali."

"It's nothing, I'm going back to pick up girls." Popeye looked at Yang Fan with disgust, he looked down on weak men.

"Go, go, I'll treat you to dinner someday."

Popeye ignored his words, opened the door to the toilet compartment, walked in and closed the door.

Yang Fan thought to himself: Where does he want to go?Is it in the urinal?He hurriedly chased after him and opened the door of the compartment to look in. Where is the person? ? ?Popeye is missing...

(End of this chapter)