Zhang Yuan pretended to be cowardly, as if a peasant in the Qing Dynasty saw a foreigner holding a foreign gun. He didn't understand what the other party said, and was full of unknown fear. He only knew to hide behind Leng Shuang, as if That graceful body is like a mountain.
"He is my uncle, so I'm afraid I won't be able to move, so he will help me." Leng Shuang replied in English.
A man who needs a woman's protection makes a woman despise, unless the woman is strong enough or the man is her son. It is obvious that Leng Shuang is not strong, and Zhang Yuan is not her son, so all he gets is contempt.
"Uncle, let's go in." When Leng Shuang said this, her tone was obviously discouraged, like a deflated balloon. She had already cancelled the plan to wait for this timid old man to return to China together.
The old man pushed the trolley again. He didn’t care about Leng Shuang’s contempt. Fortunately, the black man also cast a contemptuous look. The corners of his mouth curled up when he lowered his head. Iraq still suffers from casualties.
But when Zhang Yuan and Leng Shuang pushed the trolley into the back area slowly, what worried Zhang Yuan happened again.
"Stop!" Suddenly the black man shouted from behind, and at the same time, there was a terrible sound of pulling a gun and chaining it.
Zhang Yuan didn't look back. He didn't understand where the exposure caused the other party's suspicion. He just stood quietly with his back facing the black man, motionless.
At that moment, he adjusted his breathing to the best, feeling the black's footsteps, his fists were tightly clenched, if the other party really found out, then he had to grab the gun and desperately.
"Put your hands on your head!" The black yelled again, and then approached with a gun. Several other armed security guards standing beside the sentry also pointed their guns at Zhang Yuan and Leng Shuang.
"He asked you to put your hands on your head." Leng Shuang said in a low voice. She was afraid that Zhang Yuan would not understand English. She seemed to be a careful and kind-hearted girl.
Zhang Yuan raised his hand, and the black man behind him was approaching, three steps, two steps, one step. In this position, Zhang Yuan was absolutely sure to turn around and kill the nigger with one blow, grab his gun, and give deadly gifts to the guys behind him. Of course, it is hard to say whether Leng Shuang can survive.
But Zhang Yuan didn't move, and success or failure was often at the front line. Zhang Yuan didn't believe that he would show his footing, and he didn't want the innocent girl around him to be killed here.
"Rookie! I want to search for you!"
A sentence posted by the black made Zhang Yuan's heart relieved. It turned out that this guy can read it easily on his mobile phone: Don't worry about strangers, and want to search. It seems that black fruit is not easy to fool, if you wear a weapon, it is dangerous.
But Zhang Yuan was wrong. The black man didn't want to search him. The nigger was just looking for an excuse. This guy just touched Zhang Yuan casually and put his big black hand behind Leng Shuang.
"What are you doing?" Lengshuang twisted his body unwillingly. "Didn't you mean to search for newcomers only?"
"Haha, because I have a newcomer, I have to search together, otherwise he will intimidate you and put a weapon on your body, wouldn't it be fooled?"
What the black man said seems reasonable, but the cold frost side is a thin T-shirt, underneath is a pair of hot pants, where can I hide weapons
Seeing the big black hands swimming, Zhang Yuan's heart was full of resentment. My mother hasn't touched it yet. The first thing to do when an attack is launched is to smash your hands that take advantage of you.
The big black-haired hand rubbed several cold creamy buttocks several times. It seemed to be really touchable, and the black grimace showed an expression of enjoyment.
"Asshole! I want to bring breakfast to everyone!" In Leng Shuang's scolding, the black man laughed happily and waved to pass.
"I'm sorry." Zhang Yuan whispered while pushing the car, "I just wanted to deliver breakfast for you, but I didn't expect to let you..."
Lengshuang's little face was flushed, she looked down at the loaf of bread that was swaying, and said: "Don't blame you, I didn't expect them to take the opportunity to wipe oil, these dark-skinned animals.
"Sooner or later I will get them punished!"
Although Zhang Yuan's tone is very vigorous, but Leng Shuang sounds so powerless, can you really let them be punished? Forget it, see if you are not as brave as I am, and if you don't even have the courage to speak, you will know these useless cruel words behind your back.
But Leng Shuang thought again, people have nothing to do with you, so why do you expect him to protect you? The useless old man wanted to be interesting to me. He was really overwhelmed. He didn't even introduce my fat aunt, who was once beautiful, to you!
Zhang Yuan didn't know that he had already lost an "enviable" marriage virtually. He slowed down and began to observe the surrounding environment.
This is a narrow trail. There is a small building separated by a section on both sides of the trail. It is built of concrete and is short and round. This is the legendary bunker. There are also many points of attention in this kind of bunker construction. Wide and narrow inside, so that bullets or bombs from the outside can't get in, but the shooting range and field of vision inside are more open.
There are two to three shooters in each bunker. These guys are very vigilant. Even if Zhang Yuan and Leng Shuang push the trolley by, they will use pole guns all the way to aim.
These bunkers are very difficult to remove. For attacking troops with only light weapons, it is almost impossible to explode these concrete bumps.
But what Zhang Yuan can't figure out is, why are the bunkers so densely built on this mountain
As I said before, although this small island is not big, it has two mountains. On the top of the mountain where Zhang Yuan is located, there is only a towering watchtower on the top.
Although the watchtower is very important, it is necessary to use the narrow concrete road to extend this day. Zhang Yuan’s sense of exploration is also extending along the road. At the end of the road is the watchtower like a chimney. There was a relatively large open space under the tower, and several things in the open space attracted Zhang Yuan's attention.
The most conspicuous is a huge half-fan-shaped radar. Although Zhang Yuan did not figure out what type of radar it was, it seems that there is no such radar in his memory, but the appearance is still similar to the radar, but the radar is not turned on. Elevated, motionless, probably Gu Yueyang had too much money to buy a radar to look like.
The second thing that made Zhang Yuan pay attention to was the four sides of the platform, each with a set of quadruple anti-ship missiles. This is a relatively advanced Russian cruise missile, which is expensive and difficult to obtain. Zhang Yuan guessed those below. The densely packed bunkers just want to protect these missiles.
But isn't Gu Yueyang thinking about it? What if you are not sailing? Instead of coming by helicopter? He did not prepare anti-aircraft missiles.
Also, after he landed, he would definitely bypass this side and go directly to attack his villa. The heavy soldiers he placed on this mountain are still useful.
More importantly, he prepared anti-ship missiles but did not turn on the radar. Is there something wrong with his brain? Does the telescope of the watchtower look farther than the radar
Finally, Zhang Yuan paid attention to the gray buildings in the center of the open space. It seems that this is the place where the mercenaries gather and rest. If the horse can deliver the food, it would be great. Then there is a chance to slide the watch tower and get the look. Post, let me know that I'm leaving.
However, Zhang Yuan was quickly disappointed, because Leng Shuang led him to a three-story building halfway up the mountain and stopped and said, "This is it."
"Oh, is all the food here delivered here?" Zhang Yuan was still tentatively trying.
"Yes, this road is all slopes, so tired, where do you want to send it?" Leng Shuang shook the fine sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.