"I'm just a temporary worker there, and the bosses are unhappy. I'm not the kind of person who can walk at any time," Fatty Mi said with a pitiful face.
Although the colleagues around me who had been typing on the keyboard had no expressions on their faces, they did have a favorable impression of Fatty Mi in their hearts, which had increased countless times.
Yi Long worked here before. Although he didn't have a deep relationship with everyone, he was still approachable and didn't have much airs. But as soon as Yang Fan came.
The pomp, the momentum, and the arrogant expression. Although Yilong actually did nothing and rarely even talked to these employees, compared with Yang Fan, it was much better.
Sometimes people are like this. They always have to go through comparisons to determine who is good to them and who seems to be a good person. The answer is a bit unclear, but Fatty Mi just wants to express his leisure.
"I will give you three times what Yilong can give you," Yang Fan said slowly, his eyes bursting with a look of determination, and then the look on his face seemed to be waiting for Fatty Mi to hurry over and buy some shoes. .
Fatty Mi really stood up, but he said with a frightened face: "Boss, you don't want me to kill someone." The panic on his face made people who didn't know really think that something had happened.
"What do you think," Yang Fan said, feeling that the gas in his stomach was getting more and more swollen. It was definitely not caused by eating bad food. "I won't kill anyone," Fatty Mi said with a face filled with possibility.
"Let's take a look at the problems of this game. I won't treat you badly," Yang Fan said.
"It's not easy. I haven't even been to a prestigious university. How can I do this?" Fatty Mi said, and for the next half hour, the two of them pushed and held each other.
Until Yang Fan's mouth was dry and his face was about to twitch, Fatty Mi said with great difficulty: "The salary must be settled every day, and it is three times, don't forget it." Seeing Fatty Mi turn around, Yang Fan His face was full of anger: "What are you looking at? Why don't you help me quickly?" he yelled at the six people behind him.
For a whole day, the battleships that filled the sky dropped countless tanks and ran around in every street in the city, erupting with countless lasers, boom, boom, boom.
In the city, countless laser cannons and automatic artillery appeared in countless buildings at the same time. It was the NPC officers who were attacking. Of course, at the beginning, there were countless players who took advantage of the large number of people to launch attacks. The attack, unfortunately, turned into white mist and floated away.
Holding a bottle of sake in his hand and pouring it down his throat, Zhou Long walked into a tavern and was leaning against the wall while drinking leisurely. The waiter had disappeared to nowhere.
Lasers flashed from time to time on the street, illuminating the night like day. From time to time, one could hear or see that a certain building was hit, and the players behind were forced to run out helplessly to duel with the tanks on the street. The result was nothing more than It's just a little more white mist.
"What kind of campaign mission do you ask players to play?" Zhou Long thought to himself. Just as he was about to take a sip of wine, he saw a laser beam flashing past on the street in the distance, and a slim figure beating extremely dexterously.
And behind that figure, there were indeed three tanks following. "No way," Zhou Long said as he drank the last sip of sake, took out his laser gun, and pointed it outside.
Of course, Zhou Long would not be stupid enough to shoot. After observation, Zhou Long discovered that once these tanks noticed any movement there, nearby tanks would immediately surround them.
After blasting the building in front of me into rubble, I let him go. This tavern was the only place in the area that had only been hit once, and it was also the safest place.
Zhou Long didn't want that man to come running over. Sadly, with the bright laser light, Zhou Long found that the man was heading towards the tavern in a roundabout way.
Maybe he must have realized that this place was safe, so he ran over, "Damn it, don't blame me," Zhou Long took aim with the laser gun, his finger already pressed on the trigger.
boom.
A beam of laser flashed, and at that moment, Zhou Long took aim at the slim figure in the darkness, and at the same time, Zhou Long could see the person's face clearly.
"It's her," Zhou Long hesitated, and for a moment, he thought to himself. Without firing a shot, he looked at the body that re-entered the darkness, turned countless weird turns, and jumped into the tavern.
As soon as Ichijo came in, he noticed Zhou Long's presence. It was obvious that both of them knew about the other's existence, but neither of them spoke. The three-armor chariot that was following them was slowly driving over.
He fired his gun at every suspicious building and watched the chariot's laser muzzle aimed at the tavern. Zhou Long immediately wanted to move his body slowly. Although the walls of the tavern were strong, it was impossible. After taking a hit from the chariot.
The tavern would definitely collapse if beaten. Zhou Long didn't want to be buried alive. However, at this moment, a hot laser gun barrel hit the back of Zhou Long's neck.
"Ah," Zhou Long accidentally shouted out. It was because his neck was inexplicably burned by the high temperature. Who would have screamed, and someone came running in. It was obvious that he didn't want Zhou Long to move.
He took the laser gun and lit it to warn Zhou Long, "Damn it," Zhou Long said to his heart, looking at the front, the three tanks suddenly surrounded him.
It was obvious that he was attracted by the sound just now. "Hey," Zhou Long sighed and was about to rush out. Rather than being buried alive, he would die happily. This was Zhou Long's current thought.
The three tanks outside the tavern had already begun to adjust to their best positions. This was what Zhou Long had seen before, a sign before the tanks started to attack. What they couldn't help it was that the laser gun barrel of the man behind him came up again.
Of course, this time he was wearing Zhou Long's military uniform, which meant clearly that he would shoot if he moved.
"Oh my god, how could such a person exist?" Zhou Long thought to himself, turning around to see what this person looked like. Of course, this could also be said to be a curiosity.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Son of a bitch, come on,"
Several laser beams were fired over, and a familiar voice shouted, "Feihua, great, thank you very much," Zhou Long said in his heart, and then the laser burst out.
A fair face came into Zhou Long's sight. Although it was only for a short moment, the face of the man behind him was deeply imprinted in Zhou Long's mind.
And it deeply stimulated Zhou Long's memory. A woman's face was extremely beautiful. Zhou Long didn't know how to describe it, but it was beautiful, but the only imperfection was.
That face was 80% the same as that of Xia Die. The three tanks outside the hotel were attracted by Feihua's attacks and shouts. Looking at the face in front of him, Zhou Long subconsciously blurted out: "Xia Die,"
