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"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Who is the beggar?"
Chen Yunfa's first exclamation when he woke up from his sleep aroused a strong backlash from a man wearing a ragged felt hat who was squatting in the distance talking and laughing while drinking the northwest wind.
This may be the most normal human psychology. The poorer you are, the less willing you are to say you are poor. The richer you are, the more you like people to say you are rich.
A big man strode up to Chen Yunfa, who was considered the best-dressed man in the group. It was still a bit cold in the northern morning at the end of March, but this man was only wearing a half-worn cotton waistcoat, with most of his chest bare, and his muscular body exposed.
His biceps and a patch of black chest hair seemed to indicate that he would die of suffocation if he didn't show off his strength.
God knows whether his unidentified chest hair can help keep out the cold. Anyway, Chen Yunfa could see the goosebumps that appeared on his arms from time to time.
The belt is just a cloth belt tied with a knot to keep his cheesecloth pants from falling down. The most eye-catching thing is probably the shell gun with a faint blue luster inserted in his belt.
Chen Yunfa's eyes widened. The gun next door belonged to him.
"You little pup, keep your dog eyes wide open to see what the uncle is doing, otherwise I will poach your tricks first and then drink." The big man saw the tied big man looking at him with an extremely expression.
Shocked, he patted the newly captured weapon on his waist and said proudly.
"What do you do? You're a lowlife who harms people by poisoning, why the hell are you better off as a beggar? If you can, let me go. I'll have one hand for all of you." Chen Yunfa's eyes moved away from the shell gun that once belonged to him.
Open, after hearing what this boaster said so shamelessly, he curled his lips and said disdainfully.
"Ouch, that toad is yawning--he's breathing so loudly. Thirteen years old, give this thing to me. I'll weigh him and see if he has a mouth." Chen Yunfa was so excited that he
The big man glared and yelled angrily.
"Master Diao, calm down, calm down." After hearing what this man said, two slightly cleaner beggars rushed out from both sides, dragging the big man back.
Obviously, the leader of the bandits is a bit of a fool, but the other bandits are not stupid.
That skinny boy is fine, even if he is let go, there are more than a dozen people here who are not afraid of what trouble he will make, and it can satisfy the lonely and invincible desire of the powerful Diao Ye.
But this big guy with an astonishingly loud tone really couldn’t let go. Not to mention that he was almost two meters tall and weighed 200 kilograms. It was scary to look at him, but the weight found on him was also frightening.
A wide variety of weapons and equipment that weigh more than sixty pounds and are close to hitting the waist of a bad guy must not be put away!
Have you ever seen a person with seven or eight kilograms of bullets weighing nearly 300 rounds wrapped around his body? Anyway, after seeing the black "big gun" weighing more than ten kilograms, no one thought that he was carrying yellow-orange-orange bullets.
Where to look cool?
That's right, if Mo Mao Mao and Chen Yunfa haven't figured out by now that these "beggars" are the legendary bandits who dominate the mountains, then they are really blind. Even if these bandits are unexpectedly poor, at least
The clothes are still two levels behind the bandits in Sichuan.
Maybe it was given to Huo Huo after the Japanese came! The Japanese were so bad that they made all the bandits in the Northeast so poor. The two special forces quickly found a reason for poverty for these poor bandits.
"Yao Shisan, go and check what the little brother is doing behind the scenes?" A middle-aged man with a fair face ordered the smallest bandit.
Mo Xiaomao's heart skipped a beat. This bandit's observation skills were extremely inconsistent with their desolate appearance! He obviously didn't make any moves, but he could actually feel the small movements behind his back. Hopefully, the last trace of the arrangement would not be discovered.
Unfortunately, Mo Mao Mao's wish came true after all.
After staring at Mo Mao Mao's hand for a long time, the little bandit, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, reached out and groped for a long time on the cuffs of his camouflage uniform. Finally, he pulled the iron button and pulled out Mo Mao Mao, preparing to use it to cut off the thick skin.
Finger twine of serrated wire.
Similarly, the steel wire from Chen Dafa's cuffs was also pulled out.
Looking at the two 30-centimeter-long jagged steel wires that Yaoshisan brought over as if they were offering treasures, the bandits collectively took a deep breath. Who are these two people? They found more than a dozen pieces of small and big pieces on their bodies.
, and actually hid such a terrible thing.
The bandits may not be very knowledgeable and don't know that this steel wire, designed by Liu Lang himself and mainly used for escape, can cut through fine steel as thick as a thumb and can also penetrate most locks. But that doesn't mean they can't see it.
This thing can kill people, it doesn't have to be too troublesome, just wrap it around the neck and strangle it, and the serrated wire can easily cut the throat and aorta.
"Do you know why I knew you were doing something small?" the middle-aged man asked Mo Maomao with squinted eyes.
"I'd like to hear the details." Seeing that Mo Maomao couldn't get out of trouble, he immediately became a bachelor.
"Because, this big brother is too strong, and little brother, you are too quiet. If you were an ordinary person, when encountering such an unexpected situation, you would either cry or pretend to be calm and figure out the situation. Of course, from now on
Of course the equipment you two have is not that of ordinary people. But the way you act makes it hard for me not to think that you two are singing and acting. What is the purpose of acting? Of course you want to get out of trouble. I'm afraid the only one who can get you out of trouble is...
There are places that we can't see with our eyes, look, didn't we just discover this?" the middle-aged man analyzed with some pride.
"You are a beautiful lady, how can you become a thief?" Mo Xiaomao didn't know why such a line popped into his mind.
Maybe, the middle-aged bandit whose rigorous analysis made him inexplicably admired deserved this sentence! At least 90% of his analysis was correct. After waking up from his sleep, Big Man Chen had a close relationship with the Diao Ye.
The fussing was indeed buying time for him. If it hadn't been for this middle-aged man, their plan would have been successful in half a minute.
"Haha, I didn't expect that little brother is actually a scholar. But, do you know that this bullshit world forces people to do this? Also, remind little brother, we are not thieves." The middle-aged man laughed loudly, extremely
He defended himself seriously.
"That's right! Who said I'm a thief? You're the thief, your whole family is a thief, and I'm obviously a bandit." The hairy-chested man, who was finally dragged down by his accomplices and was very easily agitated, started to dance excitedly again.
came out.
Including middle-aged people, all bandits have the urge to cover their heads. What the hell, is there a difference between a bandit and a thief?
If Liu Lang were here, he would definitely want to cover his head. What a mountain eagle! The bearded man who can compete with Yang Zirong, especially this second-rate guy? Can you please stop naming him blindly?
"Okay! Then I'll change it. I'm a beautiful woman, but I'm a bandit." Mo Xiaomao wanted to laugh inexplicably, but he held back his laughter and seriously changed his previous words.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it. You listen to me, kid. I am a man who upholds his integrity and never changes his name or surname. I am the bandit leader Diao Ye who is famous for hundreds of miles around." The hairy-chested man grinned proudly.
The way.
"Your name is Diao Ye, what's your surname?" Mo Xiaomao blinked and asked weakly.
"My surname is Diao!"
"Diao Diao?" Mo Xiaomao has an inexplicable admiration for the parents of the hairy-chested boy. This is how much he likes tongue twisters! He is not afraid of tongue ties.
"Diao Ye, the surname is Diao, the leaf of the leaf." The man with the hairy chest explained seriously.