Chapter 230: The Chinese People Are Too Enthusiastic

In a foreign country, jet lag has not yet reversed, and there is no marijuana or alcohol. In a small hotel with particularly poor sound insulation, lying on a bed with barely stretched legs, TD suffers from insomnia.

Listening to the voice of the young couple next door whispering, she missed her life, her home, her youth, and even began to miss the scumbag policeman she had played tricks on.

Finally, at six o'clock in the morning, she finally couldn't bear the torture of loneliness and took out the mobile phone.

Now, the parents should have started to prepare for get off work. Although they have separated and have their own homes, they are still their relatives and the only people they can trust.

TD never felt that she wanted to see her family so much. For this goal, she could even give up everything. She couldn't bear it any longer, turned on the phone, opened the APP, and clicked on the transportation network in Los Angeles.

At the same time, two voices sounded at the same time: "I found her!"

A van was parked in an open space near Qingyang University Town.

The compartment of this van has been transformed into a caravan. Several people are nestled on the sofa, some are sitting in the driver's seat, and some are lying on the bed, sleeping like dead pigs.

After drinking coffee all night, An Qiluo, who had been staring at the monitoring software, suddenly jumped up, frightening all the drowsy people to their senses, and woke up.

"Found him?" McGovern sat up suddenly, he slept very uncomfortably, and his body was covered with sticky sweat.

"Get ready for action." D said in a deep voice. He turned over and opened a cover under the carriage, took out several pistols from the middle, and handed them to everyone one by one.

"Let's have a big fight!"

Opening the door of the cargo box, five sports cars parked outside the door.

To the east of Qingyang, at the end of a country road, behind a hut that does not know whether it is a monitoring station or Shuijingfang, mercenaries lying on the ground, lying on the roof, sleeping in various positions, were yelled by Cheng woke up.

"Found it?" Skeleton opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

Several other mercenaries took the big box from the car, opened the box, and revealed the astonishing variety of weapons inside.

"Let's have a big fight!" The big black man picked up a shoulder-mounted bazooka, put it on his shoulder, and pulled the trigger at the hut not far away.

"Don't!" Cheng was shocked and wanted to stop it, but as a tongue of fire streaked across the morning light, a loud explosion spread all over the place, and in this loud explosion, the poor hut flew into the sky.

The splashing stones and the waves of the explosion swept around.

"Idiot!" Cheng yelled angrily, "You will kill us!"

"What are you afraid of? Where have we never been? We have been through the chaotic war in Africa." The big black man didn't think so. Let's do it this way.

Cheng wants to die. Do you compare the world's number one army with the street gangsters in Africa?

Do you feel brave? Just go and compare with the real elite in the army and you will know!

Of course, it's not surprising that a fool who doesn't even know about China and Maryland thinks China is a place like Africa.

A Dou is a Dou, mud will never support a wall.

At this time, Cheng Zhen wanted to shoot this idiot, then get on the car, turn around and run away.

Cheng even suspected that the reason why he stayed in the bullet was because there he could get the pleasure of crushing his IQ and live a very easy life.

What they dealt with before was also the group of ignorant idiots, which made these people more and more stupid.

"Get ready to act." The skeleton said, "We have no way out. If the mission fails, even if we go back, we will be fed to the sharks by the boss."

Yes, there is really no way out this time.

"Let's have a big fight!" the skeleton shouted.

"Roar!" Four voices echoed, and the silent Cheng.

"Procedure?"

"Hey~" Like a cat meowing, Cheng Ying said, suddenly feeling very tired.

...

Early in the morning, Jiang Sanjia, who had been in the gym all night, finished washing, put on his uniform, and was ready to go out.

He had a smile on his face, like a cat that had stolen a fish. Just after four or five o'clock in the morning, everyone was in a trance. Yang Ji and Zhao Gaofeng went out to patrol again. Jiang Sanjia and Xiao Chen took advantage of no one's attention. , quietly practiced for a while.

Yang Ji and Zhao Gaofeng were not there, and the others didn't bother to expose them, so they just turned a blind eye and let them go.

"Where are you going?" After exercising all night and patrolling for more than an hour, Zhao Gaofeng and Yang Ji were still in high spirits, even more excited. At this time, they brought back a few bowls of wontons and saw that Jiang Sanjia was about to leave. , some doubts.

"There is a comic exhibition in the nearby convention and exhibition center today, and I'm going to maintain order." There is a branch of the convention and exhibition center in the high-tech zone, not far from Qingyang University, which is considered to be under the jurisdiction of Jiang Sanjia. Because it is located in a university town and has a large audience, many comic exhibitions in Qingyang are held here.

"It's just right, let's go together." Zhao Gaofeng said, Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin will also go to the comic exhibition together today. The comic exhibition is a very rare opportunity for any fan of animation and photography.

On the other hand, Zhao Gaofeng went with his colleagues. Zhao Gaofeng was very familiar with several security captains from Qingyang University. Manzhan had seconded some security guards from Qingyang University. Let Zhao Gaofeng do you a favor and maintain order in the field.

Zhao Gaofeng happened to be able to protect Nan Ming, so he agreed.

At this time, many streets outside the gate of Qingyang University were very lively, or a group of demons danced wildly.

Although most people put on makeup in the comic exhibition, there are still many non-professional coser fans who gather from all directions in various cosplay costumes, ostentatiously, enjoying the curious, contemptuous or doubtful eyes of people around them. .

"What's going on here!" After driving to University City, the skeleton suddenly became anxious when he found that the car couldn't move at all.

They don't have much time now. The explosion just now was too eye-catching. If the Chinese military or police find out, they can't afford it and walk away.

The big black man was the most impatient one. He turned over and climbed onto the roof of the car, raised the gun in his hand, and shot a shuttle of bullets into the air.

"Da da da da da da! Give away!" Standing on the roof of the car, he yelled furiously at the people around him.

If this were in Africa or the United States, the streets would already be in panic by now.

However, this is China.

The vast majority of people in China have never heard a gunshot in their life, let alone, this is a comic exhibition.

The cosplay fans around were stunned for a moment, and then they all became excited: "Wow! Look over there, it's so realistic cosplay!"

"That's right, the sound effect just now is really amazing! Look at the muzzle of the gun and the flame!"

"Really, so dedicated, it looks like a foreign team! Has our second dimension in Qingyang started to integrate with foreign countries?"

"Stunning, my big Qingyang!"

"What are they cosplaying? The Queen of Arms?"

"Stupid, this is obviously GTA!"

"GTA?"

"Grand Theft Auto!"

"Oh, oh, it's that pornographic game where you shoot everywhere and steal cars?"

"That's right, that's the one! Look at the black man standing on the roof of the car, he must be one of the protagonists. What's his name? Mike?"

"Who knows, I can't remember the name of the foreigner, but it's that nigger anyway."

Seeing everyone pointing and pointing, the big black man was immediately annoyed, and he pressed his gun down, planning to shoot at everyone.

"Stop it!" This time without Cheng stopping him, the skeleton immediately started to stop him.

If he dares to shoot and kill people here, they are not mercenaries, but terrorists!

"Cheng, hurry up and think of a way!" Skull said to Cheng.

The big black guy is like a time bomb, he doesn't know when it will explode.

Cheng could only jump on the roof of the car and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please make way, we are in a hurry! Thank you!"

What he didn't expect was that everyone gave way with a bang, and even the people who came by car parked their cars on the side of the road, as if making way for a fire truck, showing excellent qualities.

The quality of people in his hometown has improved, Cheng felt in his heart.

No, now is not the time to sigh with emotion, Cheng hurriedly shook his head.

"go quickly!"

"For the sake of the second dimension, we must work hard!"

"Wait, are 3D games considered two-dimensional?"

"Please carry out the cosplay to the end!"

"Cheers to your team, come on!"

The enthusiasm of the crowd made the skeleton stunned.

"What are they talking about?" The big black man was also stunned, and asked Cheng next to him.

"They said let's work hard." Cheng was full of black lines.

He spontaneously had an absurd feeling that the Chinese people welcomed the American soldiers. This is the party leading the way!

Don't be so enthusiastic, hey!

"Woo, I'm so touched!" The big black man suddenly covered his face and cried, "I was born in a mercenary regiment, and I have never fought for my country, and I have never been welcomed... I am so touched Oh, Cheng, you are right, China is indeed a different country, I apologize for what I did before! I love this country, I love China! Starting today, China is my third hometown!"

Why don't you die!

Cheng's whole body is Spartan.

As soon as the people with the bullets left, there was another roar from behind. Five cars roared and came rushing forward. The first person honked his horn, and then showed a big bald head through the window, and everyone understood.

"Wow, this time it's Fast and Furious!"

"It looks a bit similar, but the makeup is not good!"

"Are you still picking on this? The key is their props! This is a local cosplayer!"

"It's all sports cars, such expensive props. Who has the courage? Could it be that the national husband is also here?"

"Very likely, there is a good show to watch today."

feast! This is a COS feast!

When many professional or amateur teams were having heated discussions, Jiang Sanjia, who was standing by the side of the road, was already petrified.

After a long time, he took out his mobile phone tremblingly and wanted to call, but he didn't know who to call.

After a long while, he dialed the phone: "Master... Something is wrong..." (To be continued.)