Hong Kong Comprehensive: Starting from the dispatch of generals from Kuling

With a cold face and a reprimanding tone, the supervisor simply assigned the beds, turned his head, stared at a group of old patients who were watching the excitement, and said: "You guys are too, I don't care what conflicts you have outside, This is the infirmary, don't make trouble for me, otherwise I will let you all go around!"

There was a moment of silence at the scene, and none of the prisoners spoke, or sneered slightly, or remained expressionless.

Only Ah Zheng stood up with a hippie smile, saluted crookedly, and exaggerated: "Wow, Director, don't you, you still need to explain this trivial matter yourself? Don't worry, I will definitely take a good look at them and will never cause trouble !"

The supervisor looked pale, he looked at Ah Zheng, waved his hand: "Alright then, you should pay more attention to them!"

After speaking, he was about to leave with his people.

Seeing this, Ah Zheng quickly limped and followed: "Director, please don't rush away, I have something to ask you!"

The supervisor didn't look back, and said impatiently: "Speak if you have something to say, fart if you have something to say, I am very busy, and I have to allocate beds to other patients and perform initial registration, so don't waste time!"

"A little thing! A little thing!"

Ah Zheng grabbed the fence that was about to be closed, turned sideways, squeezed out abruptly, met the supervisor's cannibalistic eyes, and said in a low voice: "Director, you also know how these guys got in, I Although I know them all well and can talk more or less, but there must be something to suppress my face, otherwise, if my temper comes up, who cares about you? Don’t you think so?”

The supervisor stared at Ah Zheng.

Ah Zheng nodded seriously, strengthening the credibility of his words.

"There's only one pack, save it, and don't let me find out!"

The supervisor took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, slapped it on Ah Zheng's hand, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Ah Zheng was benefited, a smile appeared on his face, and he waved goodbye again and again: "Don't worry, there will be no problems with me!"

The prison guard who had been waiting to lock the door, took advantage of the fact that the guy was still babbling, immediately opened his eyes, and took a step forward aggressively.

Ah Zheng looked at him: "Sir, there is no need to be so anxious, everyone, just say a few words, don't push, don't push, okay, okay, can I go in by myself?"

The other party couldn't help but shoved Ah Zheng into the ward, then closed the fence with a bang and locked the lock.

Ah Zheng leaned half his body against the fence gate, watched the prison guard lock it, and left without hesitation.

Facing the eyes of a group of prisoners looking at him, the corners of Ah Zheng's mouth turned up slightly, showing the cigarette in his hand.

"It's here!"

A group of patients suddenly cheered.

There was a guy who looked like a tuberculosis ghost, couldn't help but ran up in a hurry, his eyes were glistening.

"Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng, here's one, here's one to satisfy my hunger!"

Ah Zheng pushed his hand away: "Come on, cough just a little bit, and if I give you another cigarette, I will die here. I can't afford it. Besides, this cigarette is also from Brother Biao. Fucai got it, so of course I have to go ahead with Brother Biao!"

He laughed and limped close to the silly biao who was lying on the bed and was almost mummified.

He quickly tore open the cigarette case, took out one and handed it over.

"Come on, Brother Biao, the authentic Dabaiyun, but a rare item! Brother Biao?"

Brother Biao didn't respond, he sat on the head of the bed, staring at the opposite bed, Huang Xing who was leaning against the wall.

Ah Zheng looked at Huang Xing, and saw that his expression was relaxed, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his eyes glanced at Sha Biao and other new patients from time to time, there seemed to be a hint of gloating in his eyes.

Looking at Sha Biao again, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Ah Zheng stared at it for a few seconds, making sure that there would be no conflict between the two of them, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and passed the cigarette in his hand forward again.

"Brother Biao?"

This time, Shabiao opened his mouth slightly and let Ah Zheng stuff the cigarette in.

Ah Zheng also took one in his mouth, ignoring the guy next to him who was staring at the cigarette and swallowing, slowly took out two matches from his sleeve, and pulled out a small piece of lighter paper from the glued part of the sole.

Rub it hard, and the match is instantly ignited.

He lit Shabiao's cigarette first, and then lit his own.

He took a deep breath, unwilling to let his lungs be cold for a long time, closed his eyes and enjoyed it to the limit, knowing that he couldn't bear it any longer, then reluctantly exhaled a white smoke slowly.

"Brother Biao, what's wrong with you? Is there anyone in this district who dares to attack you?"

"It's nothing! There will always be some bastards who don't have eyes."

When he said this, Sha Biao kept staring at Huang Xing.

Ah Zheng frowned: "Who is it? Datun, Dasha? Or a blind snake?"

Sha Biao didn't answer, but suddenly raised his voice: "Yeah, who is it, what can I ask you? Why? Do you dare to do it or not? Do you like to be a turtle?"

In a word, the attention of the whole ward was drawn, everyone stared at Huang Xing in amazement, but no one spoke.

"It seems that you are not stupid!"

With a smile, Huang Xing took out a lollipop from under the pillow, tore off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

Sha Biao snorted coldly: "What's your name?"

"Lu Wenbin!"

"Where are you from?"

"I'm not messing around!"

Huang Xing smiled, and added: "But it's not necessarily the case now!"

"Dare to jump out and cause trouble without knowing anything? Interesting!" Sha Biao sneered: "Don't treat everyone as a fool, someone will eventually see who is doing the trick!"

Huang Xing shrugged indifferently: "What does it have to do with me? This commotion was caused by Datun and Dasha. I just made the best of the situation. You guys just said hello!"

"But I'm curious. I should have disguised myself pretty well. How did you find me?"

Huang Xing was really curious about this.

In order not to suffer from flesh and blood, but also to hide his identity and fish in troubled waters, Huang Xing even used frivolous illusions to modify his facial features when he did it.

In the later period, he even cooperated with the ghost to cover his eyes and played a golden cicada to escape the shell, completely hiding it from the eyes of all prison guards.

Why did the idiot see it, is there an omission somewhere?

Sha Biao disdainfully said: "You fucking think I'm a fool? The number helper Qian Wu was talking to you one second, and rushed into the crowd the next second, helping Dasha beat people everywhere. Famous people recognize money but not people. When they have money, they dare to chase and kill a hundred people with a knife. When they don't have money, they don't even bother to let go!

Today's sudden attack, even a fool knows that there is someone behind him! "

Lu Xing suddenly realized, he tapped his palm: "So that's the case, so someone must have paid for him to do it. Except for me, the only ones who were with Ah Wu before were A Mu and Lao Cheng. So, you doubt me?"

Sha Biao sneered: "Boy, the prison has prison rules, and you will suffer from it in the future!"

"Oh? Then I'll wait and see!" Huang Xing smiled lightly and glanced at everyone on the opposite side.

A group of people glared at Lu Chen, but Ah Zheng was a little lost in thought, looking at Huang Chen as if recalling the past.

Not far away, Lu Jiayao, who had recovered from his injuries and would be kicked out one day at most, was already stunned there.

He never thought that the newcomer who was sitting with him before would be so bold as to go out for the first time and dare to stir up such a big scene.

Isn't he afraid of being punished by prison guards?

Actually, Huang Xing doesn't care if anyone sees his thoughts. The purpose of his creation of the avatar is just to have another way to have fun. It doesn't matter what the result is. The second is that the process must please himself.

And for him, the more these guys resist, the more happiness they may reap.

Huang Xing couldn't help but licked his lips, looking forward to the future life.

There was a riot in the morning, and an explosion in the afternoon, so that the prison guards in the province are doing nothing all day and getting paid for nothing?

……

The daily body of the avatar is not known, and it doesn't care much.

Since using this skill, the two of them can basically be called two people except that the control panel is still connected, and the entertainment value can be superimposed on each other.

What Ontology is most concerned about now is to find the 240 tons of gold as soon as possible.

So he simply dealt with the official business, and after handing over the company to Ah Hong and Ah Min, he got on the plane and went straight to the Sahara Desert.

With the assistance of [Spirit of Treasure Hunting], Asia Flying Eagle can be officially laid off.

This guy got a tip from Huang Xing, and he is probably still searching for the granddaughter of Adjutant Hans in Europe, looking for the key.

Now that Huang Xing has the "permanent pointer", naturally he won't waste any more time, and it might be more convenient for him to do it himself, apart from the international thief Asia Flying Eagle.

only……

Looking at the entries that can be used now, Huang Xing felt a bit of a toothache.

"Why did I give the five ghosts transfer method to the clone on the spur of the moment? Without the assistance of ghosts, how can I enter the base?"

He wasn't worried that the 240 tons of gold couldn't be taken away. Anyway, he didn't want to take it away from the beginning. If he directly sacrificed these, the entry [rich family's children] would definitely turn red in an instant, and even purple was possible.

As long as the entry level is high enough and the number of reimbursements is enough, how much money is needed?

But the problem now is that without the method of transporting the five ghosts, the gold cannot pass through the wall, so Huang Xing has to find a way to enter the base.

To enter the base, you must need a key and a password.

So the problem went round and round and turned back.

Huang Xing scratched his head depressedly: "Do you really need to find the key first?"

By the way, bombs can also...

Huang Xing suddenly thought of blasting, and then found that on his control panel, the item [Bomber] was also dimmed.

"Sloppy, hasty!"

Here's to trouble!

"Amitabha!"

Huang Xing is not short of money, so the travel is naturally first class, but for some reason, there is an old nun sitting next to him.

She is obviously a little practiced, and in the eyes of others, she is always calm and composed, and she even closes her eyes to rest her mind.

So Huang Xing just took a look and didn't pay much attention.

Unexpectedly, after the plane rushed into the stratosphere, the old nun's body muscles trembled again.

"Amitabha!"

She opened her eyes, boldly glanced out of the window, her body tightened obviously, she was obviously startled.

She turned her head, looked at Huang Xing, and then turned her gaze to other positions.

After looking around, he got up quickly, walked through the curtain to the economic zone behind, and squatted beside a young woman.