Chapter three hundred and ninth or else you use your hands
"vomit!"
The tall man's face was ashen, and he felt a stench coming over him, which made his stomach churn and he couldn't help but vomit it out.
Seeing the tall man's appearance, the short man was shocked. He put the shovel in his hand on the ground and took two steps back.
"Are you okay?"
The short man said with concern on his face, but in fact he was snickering in his heart and gloating about his misfortune.
Fortunately he wasn't the one who just went to smell this stuff!
The tall man vomited several times and vomited two mouthfuls of sour water. His face was still slightly blue. He turned his head and looked at the unknown object on the shovel. He covered his mouth and nose and said in disgust: "This is shit!"
As soon as he mentioned it, the tall man felt a little nauseous again and quickly looked away.
"puff!"
The short man couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this.
As the saying goes, happiness is based on the pain of others. The short man is very happy now.
The tall man felt a little annoyed, glared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "You bitch, you're still gloating about your father's misfortune! Think about how to deal with this matter!"
"There is no hope of using a separator to take out the remains of the monitor like those guys did..."
Thinking of this, the tall man narrowed his eyes and said maliciously: "How about... you use your hands..."
Before he finished speaking, the short man's face changed drastically when he heard this. He raised his hand to stop him and said resolutely: "Impossible! Don't even think about it!"
Seeing this, the tall man shrugged and said nonchalantly: "It's up to you. You are the leader of this mission. If the mission cannot be completed, my trip will be in vain at worst, and you will take the blame... If you want to
It’s clear!”
Having said this, the tall man crossed his arms and looked at the short man with gloating.
This guy was laughing at me just now, now he needs to take out his shit, what a reward for this world!
When the short man heard this, his expression darkened and changed a few times.
After a while, the short man was heartbroken, gritted his teeth, turned to the tall man and said, "Turn your head away! Don't look!"
Seeing this, the tall man couldn't help but laugh. He nodded and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, can I just ignore it?"
After saying that, he actually turned his head and stopped looking.
The short man felt a little strange when he saw him being so obedient. Logically speaking, this guy should be mocking him, and if not, he would take the opportunity to choke him.
But this time I didn't take advantage of anyone's danger?
Did you turn your head obediently?
This made the short man feel a little suspicious, and he crouched down while secretly alerting himself.
Although the monitor was damaged, it might still be possible to view the experimental data after repair, so the short man did not give up.
He didn't open his helmet, so he couldn't smell it no matter how strong the smell was.
The short man put on his gloves, suppressed his inner discomfort, mustered up all the courage in his life and slowly touched the unknown object on the shovel...
At this moment, the tall man who had been waiting for a long time smiled sinisterly and whispered an instruction toward the helmet: "Enter camera mode!"
As his voice fell, his body slowly turned around, and the lens on the helmet fell on the short man.
When the tall man saw that the short man was still acting uninformed, he smiled and said, "Brother, you are always in trouble with me. Grandpa, I will catch you this time!"
"Take a picture of you taking out shit and send it to the organization group. Maybe I can give you the title of 'Shit-touching Colonel'...hehehehe..."
Looking at the figure of the short man crouching and groping on the ground, the tall man laughed sinisterly and said slowly: "Pat him for me..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the short man suddenly turned around and threw the unknown object in his hand towards him with a ferocious expression!
Whoosh—pop!
Before the tall man had time to react, he saw that the front of his helmet was stained with an earthy-yellow, unknown clay-like substance.
"Fuck!"
This made his face turn livid in an instant, and he couldn't help but recall the smell just now. His stomach was churning, and he couldn't help but bend over and vomit.
But something worse happened!
Because of the intelligence of the helmet, it detected that the tall man was vomiting and turned on the helmet directly!
Good guy! The smell of daddy stuck to the helmet is so close at hand, it’s called a “scent”!
"vomit--"
This made the tall man's pupils shrink and he began to vomit in even more pain.
Of course, he would not let the stench continue to contaminate him, so he quickly took off his helmet and threw it aside with a disgusted look on his face.
At this time, the short man who had almost cleaned up the remains of the monitor put it back into a cylindrical device.
Seeing the tall man's appearance, he sneered: "Huh, I knew you were going to do some mischief, so I was always on guard against you!"
"You actually dare to take pictures, I'm really against you!"
"Hmph! It's your own fault!"
After saying that, the short man snorted disdainfully and walked towards the aircraft with the cylindrical device in hand.
The tall man lost his wife and lost his army, which made him feel extremely depressed, disgusted and angry.
He pointed at the short man's back and said angrily: "You kid, don't leave, I'm going to strangle you to death... ugh!"
Halfway through his words, he started to vomit unconsciously again.
…
As the culprit of this matter...the owner of the dog, Lu Jiu naturally knew nothing about it.
At this time, he was answering the phone.
A female tenant said that the computer in the house was broken and asked him to help her. The reward was two hundred yuan, and she also said that there would be some mysterious surprise.
Lu Jiu's face turned dark when he heard this.
You want me to help you repair your computer for two hundred yuan? Do you really think that I, Lu Jiu, am so cheap?
"I can't repair computers, you can solve it yourself."
Lu Jiu had no expression on his face and hung up the phone directly.
What about the female tenant? She wants him, the best swordsman in the world, to repair her computer, but there’s no way!
Lu Jiu had just put the phone in his pocket and was about to go to the toilet when the phone in his pocket rang again.
Lu Jiu was speechless. This must be another call from the evil female tenant just now!
Thinking of this, Lu Jiu picked up the phone, frowned and said impatiently: "I told you, I can't repair computers! Don't call me again!"
"..."
Plum Blossom Eleven on the other end of the phone had a black face and clenched fists.
"Lu Jiu, you idiot! I am the Eleven of Clubs! Who wants you to repair your computer?"
The veins on Plum Blossom Eleven's forehead were throbbing as she roared at the phone.
Lu Jiu was startled by her roar when he heard this. He glanced at the phone screen and realized that it was indeed Plum Blossom Eleven.
...Why does she choose some weird time period every time she calls herself?
Lu Jiu smiled awkwardly: "...I'm sorry, I thought it was the female tenant..."
Um?
Female tenant?
Plum Blossom Eleven on the other end of the phone was stunned when she heard these three words, and then her expression became alert.