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Chapter 810 The Red Trojan Horse and the Beating of Newbies
"It can't be Lao Xu, right?" Tang Zheng was a little annoyed, the honest man was even more stubborn than himself.

"It's him. By the way, are you interested in that female manager? I think she will be very willing to accompany you for a night. Don't worry, she is still single, so you don't need to feel pressure." Yu Manli didn't understand Tang Zheng's life Principles, like a Puritan, if an ordinary person has everything he has now, even if he does not degenerate, his life must be extravagant.

"No need." Tang Zheng simply refused.

In the next few days, Tang Zheng called Xin Lan, but no one answered, so he went to stay at home, and the security door was closed, which made him extremely depressed. During this period, Fuji Yuanxiang called repeatedly, hoping to have dinner together, but he also declined. Pang Meiqin temporarily gave up because she found a stalker and was planning to trap him.

Fifteen days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was time to enter the Trojan horse's room again. Tang Zheng fumbled with his phone, but he didn't contact An Xiuru after all, because he really didn't want to make her sad.

Three seconds later, the teleportation ended and his vision resumed. Looking at the surrounding environment, Tang Zheng was stunned. He was standing in an L-shaped corridor with a wooden floor, with a security door in front and three ordinary bedrooms at the other end.

This is the red wooden horse room in North America, he has been here before.

"Fuck, are you doing foreign aid again?" Tang Zheng couldn't help but swear, ran to the anti-theft door, turned the handle, but it couldn't be opened, and then entered the master bedroom.

A dozen eyes shot over immediately, and stared at Tang Zheng coldly. Judging by the skin color and physical signs, it was a group of Nordic people.

There is still a cube in the center, which is a red wooden horse, but Tang Zheng has no time to pay attention to it, because the screams are irritating his eardrums.

Two burly men who looked like violent bears were beating up two black men. They took off their jackets and only wore black elastic vests. special pattern.

There were four men and three women beside them, all of them looked unkind, arguing impatiently about something,
"It seems to be newcomers?" This group of Nordic youths had no equipment, but they were very imposing.

Seeing Tang Zheng, one of the men came over immediately, but stopped quickly because the teleportation continued.

This time, it was 28 American college students. They were wearing weird costumes. They were obviously having a cosplay party. Several of them were carrying wine bottles, but they were all quiet now, with shocked expressions on their faces. , looking at each other.

"Where is that lunatic? We were shot?" a boy yelled, "Call the police."

"What place is this?" The one who hissed was a blond girl in a pumpkin suit, but the turbulent chest was bloody at this moment. Although the wound healed, the blood couldn't be eliminated.

A lovelorn male student broke into the party of these college students with a gun, shot at them, and shot the hapless ghosts.

They also found Nordic youths beating up black people.

"Hey, stop." A sunny and handsome young man in Superman costume immediately yelled, telling them to stop the atrocities, and the others also stopped shouting under the reminder of another blond boy, and gathered together to confront the Nordics.

The two blood cross men looked at them coldly, and took out the butterfly knives. The atmosphere became grim for a moment, but the teleportation continued.

This time it was Italian, six men and five women, all young men and women in their twenties in swimsuits who had drowned while swimming on the beach.

As soon as they entered the room, they sneezed a few times, then froze, and subconsciously gathered together.

The frivolous whistles sounded one after another. I have to say that the Italian woman is really unrestrained. In the watery bikini, most of the breasts and the entire piece of smooth skin are exposed, which makes people full of desire.

I don't know who shouted something in English, and then the eyes of these foreigners fell on Tang Zheng. There was no way, the yellow skin was the most eye-catching.

The Nordic man who was walking towards Tang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and continued to move forward, spitting out dirty words. He stood still in front of Tang Zheng, stretched out his right hand, and touched his head to compare the two people's facial expressions. height, then turned his head and yelled loudly at his companion.

"It's a short winter melon."

Although Tang Zheng is more than 1.8 meters tall, he is still a bit short in front of the 1.9-meter-five Nordic man.

The American students and the Italian men and women did not speak, and they all stared at the two nervously. They felt that the black man lying on the ground and groaning miserably was the end of that Asian youth.

Sure enough, the Nordic man made a move, pinching his neck with one hand, the women screamed subconsciously, and the transmission continued, this time it was a group of Japanese college students.

Ten men and six women, a total of 16 people. As soon as they appeared, they saw a yellow-skinned young man swing a heavy fist and hit the Nordic man's stomach. He knelt down on his stomach, and the pain that hit his stomach made his legs lose strength.

"Why are you so impatient?" The Nordic man spoke Swedish, so Tang Zheng replied in pure Swedish, then grabbed his hair and pulled it to the ground.

Bang, Tang Zheng's knee slammed out, causing the Nordic man's nose to bleed, his broken teeth splashed, and he rolled over.

"Don't!" Several Nordic men rushed over and surrounded Tang Zheng. Because this guy was too good at fighting, they didn't fight, but confronted each other. One of them dragged his injured companion out of the fighting range.

"Miscellaneous fish!" Tang Zheng spit, ready to overthrow these guys and show his power.

The Japanese college students were overwhelmed and there was an argument, two of them suggested going to the American side, but the others disagreed.

"Don't do anything!" The American youth in Superman's clothes broke free from the pull of his companion and walked out, wanting to stop the conflict between the two sides, "Let's find out what this place is first?"

"These guys are not good people. They just exploded the kidneys of two black people." Tang Zheng's clear Japanese enunciation immediately made Japanese college students feel good.

"Are you a mixed race?" A very cute black-haired female college student blinked her big beautiful eyes and asked. Having a companion with explosive strength makes people unconsciously feel safe.

"No, Chinese!" Ignoring the girl's disappointment, Tang Zheng switched to English again, "Hey, the Nordic bastards are terrorists, you have to be careful."

This fluent North American accent also made Americans feel less isolated, and some enthusiastic girls have already waved hello.

Tang Zheng liked the feeling of sowing discord. He wanted to isolate those Nordic people, so he changed the language again, and blurted out pure Italian.

"That cube is called the Red Trojan Horse. We will play a game of death later. By the way, be careful of the Nordics. There seem to be killers among them."

The Italians looked at each other in blank dismay, but the professional name in Tang Zheng's words stunned them. No one wanted to have such doubts, so they couldn't wait to ask.

Tang Zheng answered patiently, and at the same time turned his attention to the Nordics. For psychological reasons, Italians would occasionally glance at the Nordics.

Hearing that Tang Zheng spoke four languages ​​in succession, his pronunciation was accurate, he was extremely fluent, and he communicated with everyone without any obstacles. These newcomers were all shocked, and they regarded him as a language genius and admired him endlessly.

Being able to communicate is the first step towards a harmonious relationship.

The Nordics were depressed. They didn't know what these people said to the Asian youth, but they noticed that everyone was staring at them. They probably had something to do with their own side, so they started to be wary. They stay away.

This is what Tang Zheng wanted. Some small actions sometimes had unexpected results, coupled with the herd effect, the Nordic people were successfully isolated, and Tang Zheng undoubtedly became the focus of everyone.

"Damn it, it looks like the team is going to be separated this time." With just a few simple words, Tang Zheng saw the central characters of the team, the blonde girl and the boy in superman clothes on the American side, and the Italian side It's a man with sky blue eyes, very charming, absolutely handsome, in Japan, men are supposed to be respected, but unexpectedly it is a girl, although she is not tall, she is very quiet, with a confident light in her eyes , she was secretly observing the entire room, recording everyone's performance.

The teleportation continued, Tantai Zongqi and Xu Liangmao entered, Tang Zheng was relieved.

The two men were fully armed, making the newcomers shut their mouths, and then the appearance of Shaou made them dare not breathe. This bold man was squatting on the ground, holding a bucket of cup noodles, snoring The snoring eater is delicious, with a heavy magnetic storm rifle on his back, and a camouflage military uniform, which is very deterrent.

"Huh? The room is different?" Shaou sucked the noodles into his mouth, slightly surprised, walked over, and poured the soup into his mouth by the way.

Yu Manli, Ruan Feifei, and Jingxiang appeared, but they failed to attract everyone's attention, because sixteen heavily armed Mexican men teleported here.

"Drug dealers?" The superman was more knowledgeable, looking at their weapons, his expression froze.

Hearing this, everyone who could speak English was startled, and these Mexicans also behaved hideously, pulling the bolt of their guns, raising their muzzles, and aiming at these people.

"Don't move, squat down with your hands on your head." The leader of the drug dealers took out his pistol, fired two shots towards the ceiling, and shouted angrily. More people pointed their guns at the Chinese, if it weren't for the heavy rifle The look is so ahead of its time, there's definitely a shootout happening.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the young rookies had to squat down, but the Warhammer team was indifferent, and they didn't even bother to roll their eyes.

"Put down the gun?" Tantai was also fluent in English. When he saw the Mexican pointing his pistol at him, he became angry and released a mental shock. The Mexican on the opposite side suddenly withered and fell to the ground.

Tang Zheng took a few steps forward, and the gravity suppression was turned on. The Mexican seemed to be hit hard, and crawled directly to the ground, his face full of pain.

"This is the red Trojan horse, North America!" Tang Zheng explained, and Tantai nodded.

Seeing the Mexican drug dealers lying on the ground with pained faces and unable to get up, the newcomers were shocked.

The teleportation continued. Li Xinlan, Pang Meiqin, Shizuka, Teng Yuanxiang, and Tao Tao appeared. While watching the survivors that filled two-thirds of the room, they walked to Tang Zheng's side.

"Leader? What's going on?" Fujimoto Xiang was trying to get closer to Tang Zheng all the time.

"A bunch of cannon fodder." Pang Meiqin longed for the title of Fearless, so that she could abuse newcomers without any scruple.

Twelve American soldiers appeared, wearing Sansha camouflage uniforms, stepping on ordnance, and holding M4A1 rifles, making the atmosphere even more tense.

Tantai negotiated with these people so as not to get angry.

This is obviously another difficult game, the teleportation is still going on, and the newcomer from China has finally appeared.

A thin 25-year-old young man, with long hair covering his eyelids, gave off a feeling of indifference. His name was An Fei. Looking at the people in the room, he immediately walked up to his compatriots.

The middle-aged woman whose bag was robbed also teleported in, sitting on the ground, looking at everything around her in panic and anxiety.

"What place is this?" When she went downstairs, she stepped on the ground, rolled down, and fell to her death.

Hu Shang and Zhang Heng, who had been beaten up by Tang Zheng, also appeared. The former died of a severe allergic reaction after taking the medicine, and the latter molested a nurse in depression, but was caught by someone next to him in a hurry. A fruit knife stabbed into the abdomen and died.

Behind them were five bank robbers wearing black hoods and two scantily clad prostitutes. These people had internal strife because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, and the armed police broke into the hiding place again, and the pot was taken away. The two prostitutes It is purely a disaster for the fish in the pond.

The room was already in chaos at this time, divided into several small groups, all hostile to each other, as long as there was a conflict in one place, it could cause riots.

"So many people? How difficult is this game?" Pang Meiqin was depressed, and looked at Tang Zheng, "Is it so difficult to be a foreign aid?"

"I don't know." The only thing Tang Zheng was sure of was that these guys must be unlucky and would die in various ways.

Two more newcomers came in, they were actually Yin Zhijian and Song Tong. Because of the injury, this junior high school classmate came out of the hospital dissatisfied, and sneaked into Song Tong's house late at night. Because of the injury and weakness, both sides died in the fight.

"You bastard, I feed and drink for you, but you still want to kill me!" Song Tong glanced at his chest, and cursed loudly, "Even if I come to the underworld, I won't let you go."

Yin Zhijian was trembling, and hadn't recovered from the murderous mania.

"Stop yelling, you're alive again." Tang Zheng yelled, sighing, the two of them obviously couldn't complete the task, and obviously they were going to die again.

"Tang Zheng?" Song Tong was overjoyed when he saw Tang Zheng, and immediately burst into tears. He got up and ran over, but it was a pity that Teng Yuanxiang and Pang Meiqin each stepped forward and stopped her.

"Tang Zheng, it's me. Where is this place? Am I really alive?" Song Tong trembled excitedly, as if seeing hope.

"Go away." Pang Meiqin stared at Teng Yuanxiang, narrowed her eyes, and decided to find an excuse to teach this woman a lesson.

"Why?" Teng Yuanxiang had just finished asking when she saw Pang Meiqin waving her hand and pulling it over. She wanted to hide, but it was too late.

Crack, crack, the stewardess with beautiful legs slapped Fujimotoka four times with both forehand and backhand.

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