Otherworldly Merchant

“Zhang Jiulin, what's the matter with you?” A familiar voice suddenly came out across the phone.

It's Kosheng Cold!

“High Commissioner, I'm going to Fishing Island right away. ”

“What?” Gao Shengcoln thought it was the wrong thing to hear. He was surprised to ask, “Can't you just be honest? White is absolutely right! Your ass is so hard to wipe. I haven't finished this last thing yet. You give it to me tightly...”

“Six is dying!” I interrupted Kosheng Cold directly with a slight grudge and shouted.

“Brother Six?” Kosheng Cold is very suspicious, "he asked.“ Isn't he immortal? How... ”

“Immortality is immortality? Anyway, if you come a little later, he won't be able to save you, so do it yourself.” Speaking, I hung up.

Kosheng Cold called through a special line of dedicated satellites, and by his means he naturally quickly found my approximate location, and he knew what it would take to cure Han Lao Six.

So you don't have to say any more bullshit!

After about a dozen minutes of waiting, there was a white light on the surface behind.

I took off all my clothes and threw a fire charm in my black umbrella.

The light was not great, but it was particularly prominent on this dark, lacquered surface. It was soon spotted by the white light and flew straight this way.

Bombing was getting louder and louder, and it was only recently discovered that it was a newly installed Naojiu transport helicopter.

Throw a long lock a few dozen metres above and three heavily armed PLA soldiers descended rapidly.

Towards the ground for more than a dozen meters, rolling down successively, the two men bent their knees and defended their guns, and the man in the middle bent over and hurried towards me.

“Where's the wine?” I reached out to the soldier and shouted.

The little soldier stood still and took off his backpack and handed it over.

A pack of two-pot heads!

I used my hands and quickly untied the lid and poured Han Lao Liu down.

The little soldier looked at Han Lao Liu, whose face was filled with camouflage oil, and unnaturally twisted a few words: “Comrade... the superior commander ordered me to take him back immediately. ”

I didn't hear, like, as I kept filling Han Lao Liu's mouth with alcohol, and he said, “Is there any alcohol on the plane? ”

“Uh, there's... the chief asked us to bring ten boxes.” Perhaps they were a little overwhelmed when they received this order.

Now is the time to respond to the nation's call to ban alcohol, how did this get a strange task with booze rescue?

What's even more intoxicating is that this man is so badly injured, there are seven or eight bullet holes alone, can't look at him, how can he keep drinking... even the big, jumping, jumping man is already poisoned with alcohol?

“Okay!” I poured him another bottle of wine and picked him up and left.

With the help of that little soldier, Han Lao Liu and I were strapped to the wire.

Then the little soldier pulled the assault rifle from behind him and the other two comrades to cover each other and search the coast for the past in battle formation.

The hovered helicopter stood up with a long lock and headed straight north as it took off.

I couldn't help but slowly pull the liquor out of my backpack and continue to pour it into Han Lao Liu's mouth.

When I got on the plane, I saw a couple of soldiers sitting in the cabin, and I was piling a whole ten boxes of height two pots in the middle.

“Open the bottle!” I gently put down Han Lao Liu and shouted.

The soldiers looked at each other with amazement and opened the case without hesitation, handing over a bottle.

Han Lao Liu's mouth was like a bottomless hole leading straight to the sea. One bottle after another, the two pots fell in. There was no obstacle at all. The soldiers stared.

The dark green juice is fading, and Han Lao Liu's cold body temperature slowly rises.

I was so anxious and so anxious that I finally let go.

“Ready!”

At this moment, a loud noise was heard in the front passenger seat.

A few of the soldiers who had just opened me a drink stood up, checked the equipment on my lower body, and then stood up and came to me together.

“What are you doing?” I asked some strange questions.

“The chief ordered you to jump.” One of the fighters said.

“What, jump? What about my umbrella?” I asked some strange questions.

“The chief said you didn't skip, and it's useless to have it ready for you.” Another warrior replied.

Seems like Seung-Cold Gao had plans, so I don't have anything to worry about.

I turned my head towards the soldier who was still sitting there, with the Red Cross on his arm, and said, "Brother, you don't have to treat him, just keep pouring him alcohol. ”

“Is... is everything all right?” He asked somewhat doubtfully.

“Just execute the order!” I replied.

“Three, two, one, jump!” The bright voice in front successively commanded.

A few of the soldiers sniffed and grabbed my hands and feet and jumped straight out of the hatch.

So, without preparation, my first parachute came down from the sky in a ‘big’ shape!

The scene in front of you is no longer a piece of black paint, but a sparkling light that glitters like a star sky.

Soon, I pulled four parachutes around me, and soon, I landed safely and steadily on the ground.

Squeak!

I just stood steady, and a jeep drifted quickly in front of me, and the door opened and a thin black head burst into my head, screaming at me: "Get in the car. ”

He was wearing camouflage oil, and I couldn't see what he looked like, but I heard his voice.

It's Zhang Tianbei.

As soon as I got in the car, the door wasn't closed yet, and the car shouted out.

“Tianbei, you are...”

“Save Brother Six! ”

I was going to ask him why you were here, but he went straight back to what I was going to do.

According to the grade, Zhang Tianbei and my son should be from Han Lao Liu for the rest of their lives, but they seem to be a lifetime taller than me. Moreover, Han Lao Liu, one of the eight famous names, is also my grandfather's name, which is really a bit messy...

Little White Dragon is right, Han Lao Liu is a freak. Otherwise, even if he is so serious, as soon as he exists, he will be confused.

Zhang Tianbei stepped on the throttle and passed through a bright fighter jet. Squeaks, rushes to the brake, pushes the door down fast, pulls a package from the car and yells at me: "Hurry! It's about to take off. ”

This is a short distance, but he's a little dizzy.

I followed him out of the car and ran all the way to the nearest transport plane to me.

The plane was activated immediately upon boarding the cabin.

That's when I realized there was a man sitting in the cabin, holding his shoulder, half-crushing his eyes, holding a straw stick if nothing happened.

It's Kosheng Cold.