I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 347 Defense Gate Nintendo

Qin Yao didn't have time to wait for the research and development in the first grade of junior high school here. What he wanted was instant firepower.

But after all, the first day of junior high school has not been in the military town for a short time, and it is not for playing games, so it is impossible to build artillery in such a short period of time.

That's why Qin Yao had already figured it out on the way here. This time, Liu Dalong's three-door baby bump will be dragged to the battlefield after the transformation.

The bombardment of Jiujulou last time really made him addicted, no matter in terms of psychology or harvest, the gains he got are incomparable...

Just like a cat stealing fish, as long as there is one time, there will be countless times.

Gan is over!

"It can be reformed, but I need your help." The first day of the junior high school said, paused slightly, and looked at Qin Yao's face: "Unless there is no accident, I can only move my mouth, and you have to do all the hands-on things."

"No problem, I'll listen to your arrangement." Qin Yao waved his hand: "Go, go to Lao Liu and discuss about borrowing guns."

"Borrowing a cannon? What kind of cannon?" Not long after, in Lao Liu's family villa, Liu Dalong, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, shouted with staring eyes.

"What gun are you borrowing?" Qin Yao asked back.

Liu Dalong's cheeks twitched: "I returned it just now, but I turned around and wanted to raise it again. Is this your cannon?!"

"If you want to give them to me, I'm willing too." Qin Yao was happy.

"I do not want to!"

Liu Dalong gritted his teeth: "I haven't used this cannon since I bought it. You opened it once, and now you want to open it a second time. I bought it for you?!"

"Old Liu, why don't you know how to be grateful?" Qin Yao reached out and patted him on the shoulder, pointing to Chu and said, "I sent you such a good cannon-making genius, and I will lend you three cannons for use." What's wrong?"

It’s okay if he didn’t mention this, but Liu Dalong got angry when he mentioned it, and said cursingly: “Damn it, you still have the nerve to say this? Use Lao Tzu’s people, Lao Tzu’s resources, and Lao Tzu’s venue to build a cannon for you , I have to build a thousand doors! If you co-operate, you will treat me as a big wrong, catch me and squeeze me to death."

Qin Yao's skin is as thick as a city wall, and his mentality is as stable as an old dog: "It's wrong for you to think so. I treat you so casually and rudely because I treat you as my family.

You also want to treat me as a family member, just like I come to you to borrow guns now, after thousands of cannons are built in the future, you can ask me to borrow guns!

Think about it, if thousands of cannons are placed on the border, whoever wants to bully you should not be afraid?
Even if a man of destiny appears in the future, with these thousand cannons as a deterrent, won't the other party come over and have a good talk with you?
At that time, as long as you perform well and surrender quickly, how can you get the position of the founding general?
In addition, with me here, it is enough to protect your wealth for the rest of your life.

Old Liu, the other warlords are all precarious, enjoying the glory and wealth today, and the family may leave neatly tomorrow.

Only you, as long as you don't commit suicide, you can enjoy a lifetime of happiness, isn't that enough? "

Liu Dalong blinked and stopped talking.

He is not a fool, how could he not see through this?
This is also the main reason why he allowed the artillery to be built on the first day of the junior high school and ordered the military town to cooperate.

Now Qin Yao needs his help. In the future, when he gets old, he can count on Qin Yao's help.

As for children and grandchildren, he has no hope at all.

Times create heroes, and once the era of great peace comes, even the most powerful descendants will not be able to surpass his achievements!

three days later.

Qin Yao took three remodeled cannons from Junzhen, but instead of rushing to Hong Kong Island, he went back to Yizhuang first, and found Nintendo basking in the sun in the backyard of the staff building.

At this time, on the recliner next to it, there was still a little zombie wearing sunglasses.

Most zombies are afraid of the sun, which is like nourishment to them.

The leisurely life of the two zombies is in stark contrast to the hard-working humans and ghosts in the Zhuangzi.So many employees get angry when they see them after get off work, but there is nothing they can do...

After all, the old zombie is here to provide for the elderly, and the little zombie is the same as Uncle Jiu's son, how do they compare?

Typical people are not as good as Zombie series...

"Old man Ren, well." Qin Yao came against the sun and said with a smile.

"Yeah?" Hearing his voice, Nintendo didn't respond, but the little zombie sat up suddenly, and immediately flew up, pounced on his chest.

"Boom."

Qin Yao opened his arms to catch him, and asked in surprise, "Did you grow taller?"

Zombies grow taller, that's almost unheard of.

However, the emergence of Nintendo has broken too much common sense. They can eat, drink, fly into the sky, and even manipulate real lightning. Compared with these, the growth of small zombies that are also injected with hormones is nothing.

Sitting on his thick arms, the little zombie grinned and nodded.

Qin Yao held him with one arm and asked, "Have you been good lately?"

"Very good." The little zombie said.

"Your master hit him seven times in the past two months." Nintendo said suddenly.

Qin Yao: "..."

Considering how much Uncle Jiu doted on the little zombie, if he was willing to beat him up, he must have done something no less than Shangfang Jiewa.

good hammer...

"Yeah!" The little zombie glared at Nintendo angrily.

Even now that he can speak, he still likes to express his emotions with his tone and demeanor.

Nintendo let out a dry cough, and sat up straight: "Shaoban Qin, tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Mr. Ren, do you want to go out for a walk?" Qin Yao smiled.

Nintendo resolutely refused: "No."

Qin Yao: "..."

"Okay, let me just say it." After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "I'm here to ask you to exorcise ghosts. There is a ghost club, it's really disgusting..."

"No, I still have to watch the gate." Nintendo shook his head again.

Mainly lazy.

The lazier... the lazier.

In Qin Yao's arms, the little zombie rolled his eyes slightly, looked at the old zombie and said, "Go."

"Fuck your grandma's legs." Nintendo cursed.

"Grandpa." The little zombie shouted, puffing his cheeks.

Nintendo: "..."

Qin Yao laughed madly in his heart, his cheeks twitched.

Gritting his teeth, his teeth were almost dry and broken, so he didn't laugh out loud.

"You bastard, come down for me." Nintendo's face darkened and grinned.

"No." The little zombie hugged Qin Yao's neck with his backhand.

Nintendo looked around, but couldn't find anything convenient, pointed at Qin Yao and said, "You, put him down for me."

"Ren Lao, Ren Lao, calm down." Qin Yao hurriedly comforted him: "Children are ignorant, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Nintendo rolled his eyes: "What if I have to meet him? This brat is so annoying."

"That's why you scolded people first." Qin Yao muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Nintendo shouted.

Qin Yao: "I said, you are very good at scolding. If a child does something wrong, he should be scolded. However, you must be careful when you do it, so as not to leave any psychological shadow on the child."

Nintendo laughed angrily at him, and said angrily: "Do you know why your master beat him last time? This brat blew up the main room with explosives, and the statues of your ancestors were all shattered."

Qin Yao: "..."

less Yan.

He silently put the little zombie in front of the old zombie, and said seriously: "Hit, hit hard."

Little Zombie: "..."

"Grandpa!" Seeing that Nintendo was about to spank him, the little zombie turned around and hugged the old zombie's thigh.

The old zombie raised his palm several times, but he couldn't hit it...

"Stay away from me." Putting down his palm, the old zombie flicked his legs, trying to throw the little guy out.

The little zombie wrapped his arms tightly around his thighs, and said, "Exorcism..."

"Get rid of your milk... get rid of you big-headed ghost." The old zombie said: "I want to go to you, but I won't go."

"Let's go together." The little zombie said stubbornly.

"Why are you so angry?" Nintendo was furious.

Little Zombie: "Grandpa."

Nintendo: "..."

A few more days.

The trendy-dressed grandparents were surrounded by Nianying and Ali as soon as they arrived at the hotel.

"Have you two seen enough?" Nintendo in shorts and sunglasses frowned.

"I haven't seen enough." Nianying said honestly.

"I'm used to your old Qing Dynasty official uniform, and suddenly seeing you wearing floral shirts, floral shorts, and floral shoes is really fresh." Ah Li said with a smile, not afraid of Nintendo.

Nintendo stared at Qin Yao speechlessly.

Such a flower is not what this guy persuaded me to do.

what trend...

"It's still autumn, why are you wearing a windbreaker?" Nianying quickly set his eyes on the little zombie, and reached out to push the big sunglasses on his face to the top of his head.

The little zombie grinned, and stretched out his hand to pull away the windbreaker, revealing countless gunpowder cartridges tied to the windbreaker.

Nianying: "..."

Ali: "..."

So many gunpowder cartridges, once detonated...

The corner of Qin Yao's mouth twitched, and he said, "I told him to put it away, but he refused."

"Mine!" said the little zombie.

Nianying didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out his hand to flick his forehead: "I know it's yours, isn't it because I'm afraid they will explode accidentally?"

"It can't hurt me." The little zombie said.

Nianying: "I'm afraid of blowing up others."

Little Zombie: "Aren't we here to bomb people?"

Nianying: "..."

I am speechless!

"It's getting dark, I'll go to the hotel manager and ask him to check out all the customers and set up a cordon to make preparations in advance so as not to cause panic." Qin Yao said.

In fact, he also thought about using sound insulation symbols, but the Ghost Club is not a house, but a basement floor. One cannon and two cannons will definitely not solve the problem. If there are too many cannons, the sound will inevitably spread. Aspects of cooperation.

As for whether this will disturb the club, Qin Yao believes that it will definitely...

Therefore, in order to prevent the fierce ghosts of the club from attacking first, didn't he make a special trip to Yizhuang to invite the boss of Nintendo here?

For the invulnerable and invulnerable music zombie, he alone is a defensive gate, enough to prevent the attacks of all fierce ghosts.

And what they have to do is very simple: shoot, shoot, keep shooting, fuck it!

"Mr. Chen, there is a Mr. Qin who wants to see you."

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Su Can knocked on the door of the general manager's office.

In the room, behind the desk, a middle-aged man in a black suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose raised his head slightly, with a refined and gentle demeanor: "What is it?"

"I said I wanted to talk to you about the survival of the hotel." Su Can said in a low voice.

"Life or death?" Chen Zhuo frowned, put down the pen in his hand: "Let him in."

"You are in charge of the administration of this hotel, right?" Under Su Can's guidance, Qin Yao strode into the door and asked bluntly.

"Yes, what do you mean by life and death?" Chen Zhuo didn't have the habit of talking nonsense with strangers, so he asked immediately.

Qin Yao: "Please evacuate all the guests in the hotel immediately, and set up a cordon around the hotel, and put up a sign to blast and develop the underground shopping mall."

"Why?" Chen Zhuo was stunned.

Qin Yao took out a Gauss gun from his hands and pressed it against his forehead: "What's the reason?"

"The reason is very good." Chen Zhuo nodded, and said to Su Can, "Immediately, immediately, do as he said."

With the gun pointed at the head, hesitating for a second is disrespect for life!

"Yes, Mr. Chen." Su Can replied and left in a hurry.

"Boss, I don't know what you think, but I would like to remind you from the bottom of my heart, the basement floor of our hotel cannot be messed around with." Chen Zhuo said with a serious face.

"You are the person in charge of this hotel, so you must know more." Qin Yao leaned forward and asked coldly, "Who is the owner of the underground club?"

"I have no idea……"

"Snapped!"

Qin Yao slapped him on the face, knocking his glasses away in an instant, and five bright red fingerprints appeared on his cheeks: "Do you want to try whether it's your hard mouth or my slap."

Chen Zhuo was completely stunned by the beating, with golden stars flashing in front of his eyes, and his head was buzzing, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

This is the first time he has been slapped in such a big way, and this time alone, it hurts so much.

"Be sober, if you don't say anything else, I will continue to beat you." Qin Yao pinched his face and made him look at him directly.

Chen Zhuo was terrified, and said with horror in his eyes: "Don't hit, don't hit, I'll tell you the truth."

Qin Yao pulled out the chair and sat opposite him, smiling all over his face: "Very well, I like people who are knowledgeable and tell you everything you know in full, don't think about playing tricks, otherwise, once I find out something, Don’t even want your life.”

Chen Zhuo's heart trembled. He didn't dare to bet that a person with guns would shoot and kill people: "Actually, I don't know much. I only know that the boss behind the basement floor is a Japanese. I bought out the right to use the basement floor for [-] years, then found someone to start work, dug such a large flat floor, and established a club.”

"It's Japanese again!"

Qin Yao squinted his eyes, and the old movies he had watched in his previous life flashed through his mind one by one.

Key words: Hong Kong Island, Ghost Club, Japanese.

Gradually, the name of an old movie flashed in my mind.

"Again? Have you ever met a Japanese before?" Chen Zhuo asked cautiously.

"The more you know, the sooner you will die." Qin Yao raised his eyebrows: "Shall I explain to you in detail the grievances and grievances between me and the Japanese?"

"No need, no need." Chen Zhuo immediately said, "I have no curiosity at all."

Qin Yao straightened his face and asked, "Stop talking nonsense, besides that, what else do you know?!"

(End of this chapter)