Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Every time Zhang Qilin robbed someone, he played the role of a local gangster.

So the American police thought they were being paid, and they also took money from the gangs, and did everything.

Aren't they the same?

Therefore, the number of gunfights between police and gangs has gradually increased.

Gangster: . . . .

Otherwise, let’s change the name to Black Pot.

Hei Xia Zi is different. He is the most excited when there is a fight in Chinatown. Come on, even the blind man is hungry and thirsty.

The bullet fired quickly and steadily.

The mute was right beside him, helping the other person to finish off the enemy.

The blind man said that they were not good people and they all owed them money.

The gang's pot is big and round. American gangs are like leeks in the field, they grow again after being cut, and there are all kinds of people in them.

So Zhang Qilin had no burden when acting, after all, he was making a contribution to the American people.

Holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, he is the kind-hearted Zhang Qilin.

But to be honest, I didn’t expect the United States to be so chaotic.

There is also racial discrimination and the problem of shooting at will.

If Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qilin were not good at fighting, they would be in trouble if they met someone with a stupid mind.

After all, their brain circuits are different.

In fact, Zhang Ning had also been targeted by agents, but she was either talking about food or on her way to eat.

All she heard was the recipe. She would also bring a lunch box, which would always make the people who were watching her dizzy with the smell of her.

Sure enough, Chinese food is really delicious, there is no way to refute that.

So the surveillance of Zhang Ning was also lifted.

They won't be able to eat their burgers if we keep watching them any longer.

That Chinese burger is delicious.

Zhang Ning knew who the agent on campus was and made friends with him.

To move people to the point of guilt, sincerity is indeed the secret weapon.

So sometimes I can analyze something from other people's words. What a good friend. Come, have some braised pork.

However, Zhang Ning's life is still relatively regular, for example, he does not go out at night.

This can avoid 99% of the dangers. Other homes and yards are equipped with traps.

Although she doesn't have the Fa Qiu finger, she is still very capable.

Of course, for Zhang Qilin, these are places he can walk through with his eyes closed, and the same goes for Hei Xia Zi.

So when they went home at night, both of them were familiar with the route.

There are warm meals in the pot in the kitchen.

After they finished their meal, they took a shower and went to bed. It was quite fun.

Zhang Qilin never thought that he and the blind man who went to the tomb could also steal people. One would lose merit, while the other would gain merit.

But these geniuses have very fragile necks.

The blind men said they were not as heavy as the things in the tomb.

This kind of thing only happens once every few years, and they can move freely at other times.

It's a rare occasion that the two of them didn't go out today.

Zhang Ning doesn’t have any classes today. It turns out that studying in foreign universities is much easier.

There are seven days in a week, four days off, and three days of class time with only two hours a day. What could be better than this?

Zhang Ning is a professor of Chinese cuisine. Yes, that’s it. Every time he talks about it, others drool.

While cooking, all the students were drooling.

It is really delicious, but they find it difficult to cook.

Zhang Ning didn't find it difficult. She felt that students from various countries were just here to eat for free.

Some of the dishes they cooked up out of the blue were really amazing.

She thought it was already very unpalatable, but she didn't expect that there was something even more unpalatable made by students.

This group of students has the ability to make biological and chemical weapons.

They are all geniuses.

In name, Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi are her juniors, but in fact, these two guys are her elders.

But she is used to being disrespectful and just treats them as friends.

So, Zhang Ning, curled up on the sofa, looked at the two people who got up later than him and asked sincerely.

"What did you do yesterday?"

The blind man leaned against the mute, listlessly.

"There's always a bunch of blind people fighting with the people in Chinatown. After they beat up the lamas in the west, the lamas in the east come."

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

"It's a stick, not a lama."

Zhang Ning nodded to show that he understood. "It's a new gang. This gang is updating quite quickly."

He must be trying to pick on the weak.

What the hell, you want to do it again at the 38th parallel? You deserve it so badly.

"Gone."

Zhang Ning: . . . .

"What the dumb guy means is that the new Korean gang is gone."

Living in the United States, you have to eat nine meals a day.

If they are not intimidated, it will be difficult for them to survive.

The main reason is that the American police don't care. After all, they will beat the gangsters they can beat, and pretend not to see the ones they can't beat. That's the reality.

"How do you get along with your mother?"

Hei Xia Zi was very curious about Zhang Chuancheng, a woman who was completely beyond his understanding.

She is extremely strong inside.

It's a complete world.

That’s right, Zhang Chuancheng has a perfect world and a grand blueprint in his mind.

Zhang Qilin was also very interested. This was the first person who could defeat him and the blind man, and he was the one he couldn't beat yet.

What should Zhang Ning say? She was thinking about her wording.

My mother is an old member of the Red Star Party. She is a civil servant, but she is not as capable as my mother.

She can jump three feet on the spot for anything her mother does.

"She has her own beliefs, and I have my own path, and our lives are sparks."

Because a single spark can start a prairie fire, when they gather together they become a ball of fire, and when they scatter they become a sky full of stars.

They have never been dependent on others, they are their own masters.

"Mom has always been doing what she wants to do, moving forward courageously on a determined path."

"But what about people like us? Will the country accept us? Or will it be suspicious or even an experiment?"

Hei Xia Zi's words were calm and steady.

He has always been patriotic, but he loves life more.

Zhang Ning looked at the two of them and stretched out his hand in front of them.

A ball of flame burst out from Zhang Ning's hand.

The blind man and the mute looked at each other, and both reached out their hands at the same time, only to withdraw their hands after being burned.

Zhang Ning: . . . .

"it is true."

They both said at the same time.

"Don't try it with your own hands to determine whether it's true or false."

Zhang Ning had no choice but to continue explaining.

"You've all heard of vampires and werewolves, right? They're real. Aliens are real, too. Myths are real, too."

Black Blind's attention was not here. "Your fire is also inherited from the Zhang family. Dumb, show it to the blind man. What is the relationship between us? You are still hiding it."

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

"I can't. I don't."

Zhang Ning nodded and agreed with Zhang Qilin. It was not the clan leader’s problem. He really didn’t know how to do it.

"Heiye, this has something to do with my unlucky father. He is a member of the national team, so the country has a special department. People who are not at a certain level simply cannot know about it."

“So, don’t worry about our problems.”

"There are things in there that are much more precious than us."

"For example, ginseng essence!"

Black blind man has always been interested in ginseng that has become a spirit, it is a great tonic.

Zhang Qilin looked at the blind man and spoke coldly and mercilessly.

"Blind man, you are very weak."

"You are weak, your whole family is weak."

Hei Xiazi was furious. A man cannot say that he is weak, and he would never admit it even if he is beaten to death.

Zhang Ning expressed regretfully that there was no ginseng spirit, but there was a white radish spirit that had been around for a thousand years.

Black Bear: ...

This carrot must be very old.

Zhang Qilin's hand also paused.

My head is full of carrots. I wonder if I can ever eat carrots again.