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Chapter 652: The Big Row

"How could this happen...Shouldn't the days get better and better? How could this happen..."

The second row leader muttered to himself and forgot to change the side of the bamboo pole in his hand.

So I propped up the left side for a while, and left the right side free for a while.

The bamboo raft began to spin in circles.

"cough."

Wang Jin looked away.

After all, he couldn't punt a boat, so he didn't expose the disguise of the second row leader immediately.

Wang Jin was very interested in the "stone forest that he couldn't get out of" that the other party mentioned.

It's just that Wang Jin didn't expect that a social phenomenon he casually mentioned would have such an impact on the second row leader.

Everyone is feeling bad.

"The boat is a little crooked."

Seeing that the bamboo raft was about to hit the rock wall, Wang Jin finally couldn't help but shout a warning.

Boom——

After regaining his composure, the head of the second row used a bamboo pole to prop it up on the wall.

The bamboo pole was bent to a terrifying degree, and then slowly relaxed under the gentle shaking of the second-row head's wrist.

The bamboo raft slowly changed directions without any bumps.

"sharp."

As soon as Wang Jin opened his mouth to praise, the bamboo pole came across.

The head of the second row took a breath, and his whole temperament changed.

The original feeling of weakness disappeared, leaving only depth and ruthlessness.

"You're lying to me."

"Aren't you lying to me too... Da Paitou."

Looking at the man who was obviously stunned for a moment, Wang Jin sighed and shook his head slightly.

He could almost guess the man's identity, and he just said those words just to see the other person's reaction.

But now, Wang Jin can be sure.

Da Paitou was indeed affected by what Wang Jin said just now.

After all, the fishing village was quite prosperous seventeen years ago.

That was an era when people could build big houses just by fishing.

Da Paotou's memory stayed in that year, and these things had a great impact on him.

It was these things that made him give up the idea of ​​continuing to pretend.

Paitou, hates the title of "foreigner", and dislikes the lofty spiritual position of the second row leader...

Wang Jin easily guessed the other party's true identity.

"You are very smart."

Da Paotou's eyes trembled for a moment, then quickly regained their composure.

He looked at Wang Jin quietly.

Killing intent surges out, and the inspiration warning beats wildly.

The water surface was boiling, and something seemed to be swimming slowly below.

The head of the row pressed down the bamboo hat, his eyes flashed with cold light.

The strength he showed just now... is about 30% of his.

After all, he is someone who can easily deflect shotgun bullets, so he will not be beaten by Wang Jin.

The first nine leaders of Huajiang Village are all masters of general education.

If they fight with real swords and guns, Wang Jin has little chance of winning.

"I'm smarter than you think."

The young man shook the remote control in his hand and smiled.

"You didn't want to expose your flaws, so you let me put the blast bomb on you."

"But look now... can you still take it off?"

"What?"

Da Paitou was stunned, and subconsciously put his hand into the raincoat to fumble around.

"Tsk...of course I can get it."

His heart beat like a war drum, and Wang Jin took action without hesitation.

Although he always had the idea, he really couldn't carry something like super glue with him.

If the explosive bomb sticks to yourself, things will be interesting.

"Is there not a word of truth in your mouth?"

The big head snorted coldly and shook the bamboo pole in his hand.

bass--

A cold light flashed, like a flash of lightning in a dark underground river.

The bamboo at both ends of the bamboo pole fell off, revealing the blade underneath.

A rare double-edged weapon, almost as tall as a platoon leader.

When swung, it is fierce and powerful, with a terrifying sense of oppression.

This double-ended weapon is very lethal, but few people use it.

It is easy to hurt yourself if you are not skilled in using it, and it is not so convenient when facing enemies.

The distance needs to be accurately controlled.

What's interesting is that in fact, as soon as Wang Jin advanced a few centimeters, the tip of the gun would hit the blade.

Obviously, the big platoon leader's control of distance is simply terrifying.

"Of course there is truth."

Wang Jin grinned and jerked the spear back in his hand.

The pace of advancement stalled, and a cold light brushed across the tip of my nose.

"I said, that thing can be taken off."

Wang Jin stretched out his right hand and hit Da Paitou hard on the chest.

According to what he said, there were explosive bombs placed there.

Unfortunately...this is not true either.

What Wang Jin pushed over was actually a stack of talisman paper.

"I know that the platoon leader can do everything, so I don't dare to carry the yellow talisman with me."

"Now that we've said it, it's easy to handle."

The young man grinned and looked at the blade in front of him quietly.

It went straight up and down, almost splitting him in half.

"Do you recognize this?"

Wang Jin stretched out his hand and showed the special yellow talisman to the leader.

The portrait is drawn crookedly, but it looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

call…

The blade stopped.

The air flow brought by the blade blew Wang Jin's hair.

Da Paitou frowned and looked at Wang Jin, as if he had eaten a fly.

It's very uncomfortable, or it can be said that it's painful to death.

It was precisely because he was worried about Wang Jin detonating the bomb that Da Paitou didn't take out the thing in his arms.

Turns out it wasn't a fucking bomb at all.

Da Paitou now regrets that he did not take out the "bomb" immediately.

Otherwise, this battle would have ended long ago.

Who in the right mind would hide his equipment in the enemy's arms? Is there something wrong with him?

"Lei Gongzhao."

Wang Jin shook the talisman in his hand.

"I just started learning, and my drawing skills are not very good. This might just be a piece of waste paper."

"I recite the incantation very slowly. Maybe I won't even finish reciting it if you kill me with a knife."

"But as long as I release a thunderbolt in the river...you will die anyway."

"Do you dare to bet?"

The young man smiled proudly, his voice full of ridicule.

"Is your brain different from normal people?"

The man sighed and put down the blade.

"Maybe."

Wang Jin spread his hands.

Everything he said was true.

That rather ugly picture of Lei Gong was Wang Jin’s second practice work.

Whether it will work or not... God knows.

Of course, it’s still the same sentence.

The existence of some things has meaning in itself.

"Now we can have a good chat. You are not the second platoon leader, and I am not the demolition officer."

The young man held the yellow talisman in his hand and sat down on the bamboo raft.

The man sighed and sat down far away from him.

The bamboo raft just drifted along the current with no direction.

——

"Help...help!"

"That's the leader of the queue? Which leader of the queue is that?"

"Where's Xiaohua? Did that little bastard sneak into the ancestral hall?"

The villagers who were originally quarreling with Hongshan's group stopped their movements the moment they saw the figure in coir raincoat.

As silent as a cicada.

After a moment of silence, they exploded.

No one can draw bamboo rafts in the open space, but that figure can.

Obviously, he is not Song Paitou who secretly left some time ago.

It doesn't even have to be a human being.

The villagers had never seen such a scene before, and they had no idea for a while.

Gradually, someone died.

So they put Hongshan aside for the time being and turned around to visit the ancestral hall.

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