Chapter 243 The Aftermath of the Mission World (1) (For Book Friends 2019**4396
After seeing another familiar sense of spatial distortion in front of his eyes, Hu Biao returned to the rented room in Shen City in the modern dimension.
After putting away the equipment and taking off the thick tattered coat.
Hu Biao opened the curtains that had been tightly closed before joining the mission.
Looking at the quiet community outside the window and the brightly lit rooms in the building opposite, I couldn't help but think of the bloody battle in Fengtian City, the scenes of fighting among the cold white mountains and black waters of the Northeast.
Suddenly, Hu Biao, who had experienced the longest mission in history, was in an inexplicable mood and couldn't bear to smoke anymore.
In such a process, he adjusted his mood severely, and this was how he became normal.
No! It doesn’t seem right to say that.
To be precise, Hu Biao just adjusted his mood. It would take a few days to get used to some physical instincts before he could become normal again.
For example, in an environment like Shenzhen where the daytime temperature is around 30 degrees and the night time is around 20 degrees.
Such a guy actually used hot water over 40 degrees Celsius when he was bathing himself in the bathroom, and he washed himself with hot water for an hour.
It wasn't until the whole body was scalded red that it looked like a cooked prawn.
Later, when Hu Biao had a pot of braised pork head and drank beer alone, not to mention that he left the air conditioner on all night as usual, and didn't even turn on a fan.
After eating and drinking enough, when he fell asleep with a drunken feeling, he instinctively rolled up a velvet quilt around his body.
All of this is an instinctive habit of the body after getting used to the cold winter in the Northeast.
Even when he went out the next day, when he went out to find a place to dispose of the gold dust, he instinctively put on such a thin coat.
He seemed a little out of place in a place like Shen City.
So many fashionably dressed women have quite complicated emotions in their eyes when they look at such a guy.
Maybe I was thinking: I have lost such a strong-looking figure because my body is so weak inside. Otherwise, in such a weather, why would I wear so many clothes...
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In the sound of ‘uh~’.
After being teleported back by the system, Lin Yu, the mad dog, was so dizzy due to the distortion of space that he couldn't help but vomited it out on the spot.
However, when he was summoned before, he had been staying in the toilet.
So even if he vomited it out on the spot, it didn't seem to be an abnormal thing and it didn't arouse other people's suspicion.
It was precisely because he knew that he was still in a public place that when Mad Dog came back this time, except for an antique packed in a garbage bag, gold sand, and no other weapons and equipment.
Even considering that the clothes on my body were inappropriate for the time, I even took off those thick coats and cotton-padded clothes.
Anyway, in the empty channel of the awesome system, no matter how you dress up, you will not feel any discomfort in terms of temperature.
So, after vomiting, vomiting, vomiting.
This guy washed his head and face directly on the faucet of the sink, scrubbing hard to remove the thick layer of dirt left behind because he hadn't showered in several days.
Then, after returning to the seat on the roadside, he said:
"Boss, give me two hundred yuan for the mutton skewers, a big lamb chop, a big portion of fried rice and a dozen oysters. Also, give me another box of beer."
The reason for this is that Xufeng, an enthusiastic person, told him in advance that after using the bloodline, he must eat more at night, otherwise he will be too hungry to survive.
Because that was the reaction he had after using the bloodline of the Berserker.
So Mad Dog decided to have a good meal and then go back and wash himself properly.
In this way, such a guy who was still drunk before going to the toilet, after going to the toilet and coming back, immediately seemed to be perfectly resurrected.
Under the horrified look in the boss's eyes, he started eating and drinking heavily.
Not to mention! In the extremely dangerous world of missions, after struggling for so long, even having a meal of dumplings is only available during the Chinese New Year.
Suddenly returning to this peaceful environment, drinking some beer and having a skewer, the satisfaction I feel cannot be explained in simple words.
This situation continued until he found that the back of the chair behind him had been pushed several times in succession.
Looking back, he realized that the guests at the table behind him had changed. From a pair of love-splitting couples to a group of socialites wearing big gold chains and small watches.
A group of six or seven tattooed socialites, together with two little girls dressed in fancy clothes, gathered around a table filled with kebabs and were eating and drinking happily.
And a socialite with a big head and a thick neck happened to be sitting with his back. Perhaps the cowhide in his mouth was having a good time, so his hands and feet began to dance in harmony.
As a result, the back of the chair bumped into a crazy dog from time to time.
If it were in the past, Mad Dog might have just let it go if he encountered this kind of thing.
There are many sayings like "good shoes don't step on smelly dog poop", or "don't cause trouble", which has always been the education and advice he received since childhood.
But after experiencing such a mission, everything was different for Mad Dog.
After lightly patting the other party's shoulder, Mad Dog said very politely: "Brother, could you please lean in a little bit? You just bumped into me."
As soon as he heard this sentence, that social person immediately became happy.
After blowing a heavy smoke ring into Mad Dog's calm face, he cursed: "Are you kidding me? My Brother Long only gives in to others, and never means to give in to others. If you are not convinced,
You hit me.
Don't say brother, I'm bullying you, I'll let you fight one on one, and you can fight against a group of us alone."
Under such a joke that sounded like a mad dog and was not funny at all, the people at the table next door burst into laughter.
Especially the two little girls among them, one of them was leaning forward and backward in laughter, which was so exaggerated.
After hearing this, the mad dog turned around helplessly, lowered his head, and frantically shoveled the large portion of fried rice into his mouth.
After devouring a large portion of fried rice in less than a minute, this fellow cursed: "What the hell! I haven't even eaten a dozen of my garlic oysters yet."
After saying that, he hit the person behind him on the head with a wine bottle.
In an instant, under the splash of beer bottle shards, the social man shrank under the table like a ball of mud, with his head covered in blood.
Then, amid the screams from the mouths of the two little girls.
Other socialites stood up in response to the sound of "fuck~", and at the same time reached for the beer bottle at hand, or picked up the chair under their buttocks.
One look at them showed that such encounters had happened at many roadside stalls.
It's just that their reaction was too small in terms of actions and threats compared to the memory of not long ago when they still had to face the mad dog with a bayonet.
Even at this moment, he still wanted to laugh, but then an inexplicable violent emotion rose in his heart.
What's more, after taking werewolf blood, it will take a long time before digestion.
But Mad Dog's physical fitness has still been significantly enhanced.
So when such a group of social people stood up, the mad dog rushed forward like lightning and kicked a social person to the ground with one kick.
The subsequent battle was wrong! It should be said that it was a torn-down hit.
Mad Dog is like a social person who has been fighting for a long time, while the remaining social people are like top academics who study obediently in school.
Whether it was hit by a bottle or a chair, Mad Dog seemed to have no feeling.
With such a brave momentum, he knocked down such a table of social people to the ground.
That is to say, when the two little girls saw something was wrong, they screamed and squatted down holding their heads, letting the mad dog use the last bit of reason in his head to endure it without drinking a single bottle of wine.
Then, the guy was taken to a nearby police station overnight.
Then, such an incident was characterized as a fight.
But when Sir discovered the two antiques and 700-800 grams of gold sand in the black garbage bag that Mad Dog had with him, it was obvious that this guy was under intense questioning...