The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

After looking around, he saw that in the corner of the front hall, there was actually a bundle of fat paper with plastic water pipes more than 2 meters long, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Although this thing is not very strong, it is stronger than imagined, and it is barely enough.

So, Fat Paper showed his Ah SIR certificate, unconsciously imitating Hu Biao's appearance of beating them up, and yelled:

"Everyone, because of our responsibilities, we will protect your safety even if we die.

But I really want to say something, everyone is a gentleman, and they all carry a head on their shoulders, why are they scared like this by a few bastards with knives.

Now my colleagues and I are going to save other people, those innocent people, those women and children who belong to your compatriots.

Men who ask themselves a little eggy, just follow us.

You don't need to fight the gangsters hand-to-hand, just hit them with wine bottles from a distance; as long as the two of us don't die, those gangsters can't hurt you. "

After finishing speaking, he didn't look to see how many people would follow.

Casually took two plastic water pipes from the corner, threw one to Qingshan, and the two of them rushed out with the plastic pipes as if they were holding bayonets.

The screams outside seemed to be getting louder.

And at the moment when they were going out, they vaguely heard a burst of clinking of wine bottles, and many figures followed, not to mention, even the two lesbians among them...

After walking out the door with the plastic water pipe in hand, Qing Shan and Fat Zhi frowned instinctively.

Because in the sight of the two of them, they saw screaming people running wildly everywhere in a huge square.

On the ground, more than a dozen people fell to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Frightened by the bright lights in front of the station square, the pools of blood are so dazzling.

What the hell!Who told me that at a few minutes after 12 o'clock, there was an air-conditioned express train to Yangcheng, Guangdong Province. This was the starting station, and the number of passengers was extremely large.

The main reason is that compared with the high-priced high-speed rail tickets, this relatively cheap air-conditioned express train still has a considerable number of passengers.

So, just at such a point in time, a scene of tragedy happened by coincidence.

And when Qingshan waited for such a group of people to appear, especially after the people with various things in their hands appeared, the two were chasing the gangsters nearby.

Immediately, he put down the original target in his hand, and killed them all at this side.

In this way, their temporary battle formation ushered in their first challenge.

Chapter 130 Paper Tiger (5) 【Add 13/[-] for AT】

Taking a deep breath, Qing Shan, the former first-stage PLA non-commissioned officer, tightly clenched the plastic water pipe in his hand.

At the same time, in his head, he tried hard to recall the assassination techniques he hadn't trained many times in the army.

no way!Today's Rabbit House is no longer the era when only millet and rifles were available.

The wealthy PLA, although it has not completely forgotten the magic weapon of the year "bayonet sees red", but still puts more training energy on other aspects.

But fortunately, their two opponents did not actually appear together.

The two were about five or six meters apart, holding a bloody machete in their hands, and their feet were a little erratic, and they came to kill here.

The time difference caused in this way gave them a chance to break through one by one.

So, when the frontmost gangster appeared about 3 meters in front of him, the battle began.

Both of them didn't need to say hello, they broke out in unison:

"kill~"

When they shouted the killing sound, they thought of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood on the Luodian battlefield, so that such a simple word 'kill~' was full of shocking power.

Then two plastic water pipes, one on the left and one on the right, were like two poisonous dragons, and stabbed at the gangster with a fierce expression.

One of the pipes pierced the opponent's stomach, and the other even directly pierced the opponent's face.

The following development can be said to make Qingshan and the two extremely speechless.

As the saying goes, all reactionaries are just paper tigers. If you really want to be serious, these guys are nothing but rubbish, only soft and afraid of evil.

Just under the shout of the two people's angry dantian, that is, the word'kill', the gangster who had a fierce face one second, became flustered the next second.

Even the knife swung in his hand was a little light.

The question is, at this point, is it possible for Qingshan and the others to keep their hands on these things?nonexistent.

With the two muffled sounds of '咚咚~', they all stabbed their targets one after another.

Qing Shan stabbed the opponent's belly, which made him feel better.

But the fat paper stabbed the opponent's nose once, causing the gangster to burst into tears and snot on the spot, and at the same time, he threw away the machete to cover his nose.

Then, after that, many wine bottles hit his head, shoulders, and back respectively.

When the beer bottle exploded on the gangster's head, the guy fell to the ground on the spot; although he didn't pass out completely, the way he twitched on the ground was obviously temporarily disabled.

At the same time that the gangster in front fell down, the one behind also rushed up.

The problem is, after seeing the tragic experience of the previous companion, this bullying thing was completely discouraged on the spot, and it was not enough to suck the courage out of Baimian's head.

He stopped abruptly, wanting to turn around and leave.

It's only since he smashed a round of beer bottles and killed a gangster, and recognized the essence of these things.

The 5 men and 2 women who followed Qingshan and Fat Zhi had enough confidence.

It was as if the natives of the supplementary battalion on the salient position had easily defeated the devil's first attack for the first time, their confidence immediately changed.

When the second gangster turned around in a panic and was about to escape.

Qing Shan and the others held the retracted water pipe, and they didn't have time to stab it out, even if the pile of beer bottles behind them smashed past with such a 'crack'.

Even at such a moment, curses from various accents, genders, and voices sounded in the ears of the two, full of hoarse anger:

"Damn Xipi, smash these bastards to death, and make them good people not do it~"

"You son of a bitch, chopping people upside down with a knife, isn't it fierce? On behalf of your family's ancestors, I smashed to death you unworthy sons of a bitch~"

"M sells B, the stinky man raised by BZ, you want to kill my mother just like you, my mother will teach you how to be a good person today~"

Accompanied by these yells, the gangster took at least ten bottles, and soon stepped into his companion's footsteps, and the two fell to the ground together.

While twitching all over, there was instinctive fear on his face, and he no longer had the original ferocious appearance.

At first glance, Xiao looks a little pitiful; the problem is that as long as you think about what they did just now, these people don't deserve any sympathy...

Similar to the Spanish infantry phalanx, such a tactic was successful in the first battle.

Qing Shan, Fat Zhi, and the 7 people behind them all became more confident.

Especially the 5 people, 2 men and 7 women, all involuntarily puffed up their chests high under the adoring eyes of the surroundings, almost reaching the highlight moment of life.

The problem is, for the two fat people, where is this going.

Seeing this, Fat Paper continued to act like striking iron while it was hot.

First of all, he yelled at the five men and two women behind him: "Brothers and sisters, don't be too anxious to be happy, let us continue to work hard, defeat the remaining gangsters, and rescue other people."

"Ok~"

"Those who smashed these dogs to death~"

Such confident promises came from behind immediately.

Afterwards, Fat Paper imitated Hu Biao's encouragement of the native fighters, acting as a scene of live landmines, and yelled at the surrounding crowd who were looking at this side in amazement:

"Everyone has seen that as long as we are united, these bastards will be paper tigers; now the gentlemen and heroines with seeds are all acting together.

Come first, the two men who are kind, and tie up these two bastards. "

With Fat Paper's yelling, the scene fell silent in an instant, and no one responded, just looking at them and the group foolishly.

Just when the two were full of disappointment, a scene that made them extremely excited appeared.

A middle-aged man wearing a hard hat and a camouflage uniform, obviously a migrant worker brother, swung the snakeskin bag in his hand.

A long-suppressed roar came out of his mouth: "Count me in."

Then he got up and ran towards this side, taking the belt around his waist while running, intending to tie up one of the gangsters on the ground.

The actions of the migrant worker brothers can be regarded as opening the floodgates, which caused the surging public opinion of the masses to boil.

"I'm afraid of an egg, the world of our party can be turned upside down by these bastards."

A man dressed as a small boss snapped a floor tile from under the flower bed beside him. He didn't even care about the expensive handbag of the donkey brand in his hand, and rushed here with the floor tile in both hands.

"Kill these bastards~"

Amidst such brief cursing, an aunt who probably danced square dances for a long time ran over lightly after swinging the bag in her hand like a meteor hammer.

At the same time, there were two young youths, each holding a billiard stick, walking towards him cursing.

In short, facing Fat Paper's appeal for a while, it was like a cloud.

In the end, in such a short period of time, the number of such a group of people has skyrocketed to about 30 people, which looks like a dense group.

Under such a scale, they rushed towards the nearest gangster.

In fact, up to now, Qingshan and the others no longer have a formation with long weapons in front and throwers behind, but it doesn't matter whether they have a formation or not.

When they rushed to the next gangster, the gangster gritted his teeth and tried to frighten these people away.

But in the blink of an eye, he was knocked to the ground by the intensive attacks, and then the soles of his feet fell on him like raindrops.

Good guy!There are also quite a few high heels...

At 11:40 that night, after receiving the report, several SIRs arrived with their scalp numb.

What I saw was not what I expected. A few people like myself had to bite the bullet and rush forward, using batons and other instruments to fight against the knife-wielding gangsters.

It was a scene where hundreds of people in the square were chasing a few gangsters with knives.

'The masses of the people fight like an ocean', such an old adjective, immediately sounded in the mind of a SIR who took the lead.

Chapter 131 Come and have a drink (Add 6/13 for AT)