Chapter 128 It's Good To Live (Wish Book Friends Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
Unknowingly, Hu Biao and the others returned to the time and space channel of this system. More than an hour had passed.
After experiencing the initial period of teleportation, I was refreshed due to excitement, excitement and other complex emotions.
As time went by, each of these guys now felt sleepy, tired, and extremely hungry.
No way! The system's injury recovery effect is top-notch, and even according to those who have experienced it, the experience of being resurrected after death is even better.
It can be said that you are alive as soon as you open your eyes, and it feels like you have had a short dream.
However, you want to be able to restore your physical fitness and hunger level along the way? Don’t think about it, there is no such service here.
Therefore, after the initial excitement passed, their state dropped again.
Like Hu Biao himself, he just wants to eat and drink well, then fall asleep and have a good rest.
Damn it! He will go to the construction site tomorrow to move bricks. On the basis of having a net worth of several million, he will move bricks just like nonsense.
Who told him that his current ability is not enough to solve the trouble he caused last time, and he must abide by the rules in the modern plane.
I estimate that I will have to move bricks for another week before I can find an excuse to quit.
With this thought, Hu Biao yawned heavily and said to everyone:
"Okay! I think we've almost finished talking about the things that need to be talked about. If we don't have anything else to do, let's leave now.
I’m still thinking about finding a place to have pork stewed vermicelli for a meal after I go back.”
Everyone who was originally starving, after hearing what Hu Biao said, immediately remembered the delicious meal that they had no choice but to miss at the headquarters of the 67th Division.
All of a sudden, many stomachs started to cry out, "Quack, quack!"
However, just when Hu Biao was about to yell and let the system send everyone back.
With an embarrassed expression on his face, the black Chinese medicine doctor raised one of his arms and shouted with some lack of confidence:
"Everyone, I have something to do!
The location when I accepted the summons was quite special. It would be fine if I carried a bag of belongings back, but carrying weapons and ammunition might be discovered and exposed."
"Simple, just give me the medium-sized rifle you have, as well as the ammunition and grenades. I will bring them to you next time and return them to you."
After hearing this, Hu Biao expressed it so easily.
Such a small amount of equipment really puts no pressure on his carrying capacity.
The problem is, seeing that Hu Biao's answer did not solve the actual problem, the black Chinese medicine practitioner could only tell his biggest dilemma with a grimace.
Or, in other words, it’s something he’s been embarrassed to say:
"Hey, bro, I might as well hide it instead. I was planning to commit suicide by jumping off the building, but I was summoned here in the air.
I don't know how far away from the ground it will be after being teleported back like this.
But at that time, I jumped from the roof of the sixth floor. Even though it was less than the normal distance, it was still as high as the third or fourth floor. I might have fallen to my death?"
Hu Biao: "..."
The troubles faced by black doctors of traditional Chinese medicine are actually relatively easy to deal with.
After confirming that this guy was going back and that he would not continue to seek death, everyone began to work together to help and come up with a solution.
Not to mention, I finally came up with a method that should be reliable.
A serious parachute is useless, as it is impossible to open the parachute bag at such a small height; but for an improper parachute, even if you take a few more normal umbrellas, you can still slow down the force of the fall.
Just in the system mall, there is a WWII German-made umbrella for military officers.
The craftsmanship of this thing is exquisite, the quality is quite good, and more importantly, the exchange price is not too expensive.
Hu Biao exchanged 4 umbrellas for the black Chinese medicine doctor in one breath. I believe that with the cushion of these 4 umbrellas, this thing may fall a little, but it will definitely not kill him or become disabled.
As for the question of whether he would be injured or hurt by the fall, Hu Biao didn't bother to talk to him.
Even if he was injured from a fall, it was the black Chinese medicine doctor who found it himself, so he could have a good memory.
After redeeming four umbrellas, the black Chinese doctor quickly tied these things with shoelaces and tied them to the edges of the umbrellas so that they would not be easily blown over.
Hu Biao asked casually: "Okay! Everything will be fine now. If not, everyone will go back to their homes."
Damn it! There really is something else, something bigger and more serious than Xiao Min who is a black doctor of Chinese medicine.
After looking at each other, Qingshan and Pangzhi stood up. At this time, they still instinctively concealed their occupations.
But in addition to career information, other information was also disclosed.
Specifically, when they were taken to the train station for dinner, they met a group of young people who had hallucinations due to excessive intake of white flour. They made it clear to Hu Biao and others about killing people they saw at the train station.
He also expressed his guess that if they were teleported back, based on the astonishing time difference between the two planes, the gangsters might have broken into the restaurant where they were.
As soon as they heard such a situation introduction, everyone immediately became angry.
Countless martyrs sacrificed themselves to create such a superior living environment in modern times.
These grandchildren just had nothing to do but let them eat too much, so they could live a good life. However, such a mess happened.
If they really don't have enough to eat and have to work every day just for one bite, everything will be peaceful.
With the anger on his face, Original Sin even cursed:
"Are these bastards tired of living? Come here, I will lend you this MG42 general machine gun for use. When a 75-round drum drum is used, nothing will happen."
The MG42 general-purpose machine gun in his hand was naturally the one fired from the Xiling treasure chest.
In line with the idea of maximizing team efficiency, such a general-purpose machine gun was transferred to Yuan Sin by Hu Biao; while Xiling broke his promise and would be compensated by the team later.
For the legendary MG42, such an excellent machine gun, Xiao Tantou has an unusual fondness for it.
Now that he is willing to lend it to Qingshan and the others, it seems that he is really angry.
However, such an obviously thoughtless suggestion was immediately rejected by everyone.
In the end, it was the fake foreign devil who came up with a reliable suggestion: "Use a machine gun, that's just to show respect to those grandsons, and how will you explain the origin of the weapon later? Aren't you, kid, doing harm to others?"
Let’s put it this way, there is no one to take the lead and organize this kind of thing. Aren’t you in a restaurant? There must be a lot of beer bottles, right?
Organize some people to use long things like mops and steel pipes to form something similar to an infantry square.
As long as the bodies of those guys are held up with long weapons to prevent them from getting close, the remaining people can just smash the beer bottles and knock them out in minutes."
After hearing such a statement, Qingshan and Fat Zhi's eyes lit up.
In the end, after settling the matter between Qingshan and Fat Paper, no one else had any doubts anymore; under such a situation, Hu Biao said to the system:
"return."
Then, everyone's vision began to distort...
Before the black Chinese medicine doctor was teleported, his two hands tightly held the handles of two umbrellas.
After his eyes were dazzled, he suddenly found that the whole person was half suspended in the air, the height was between the third and fourth floors; with his current line of sight, he could even see the old Wang family opposite, and the wife of the old Ma family again.
Went to be a guest.
After staying in the air for about a second, Black Chinese Medicine Doctor fell towards the ground.
At the beginning, the German-made umbrella still played a big role, greatly slowing down his falling speed. That is to say, the pulling force of the umbrella handle held by his hand was a bit strong and his hands hurt~
But when they were still five or six meters above the ground, there was a "bah!" sound, and one of the umbrellas was scrapped.
Then there were several more shots in succession, and the last three were heard, and the whole army was destroyed.
Finally, after he fell to the ground, he raised his head and glanced at the moon that seemed to be particularly round tonight. The black Chinese medicine doctor, who was in pain all over his body, felt that his plan to jump off the building was really stupid. Isn't it good to live well?