The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 300

"I just heard someone say that I don't eat bugs, Xiaoqiang, your face can block bullets." The big man said, and stretched his hand to take another bamboo stick from Ding Xiaojun.

"Eat it first, this bug really has no taste, after eating, let's take turns to rest, we have to do big things at night." Ding Xiaojun said, and turned his eyes to the big beehive again: "However, it's all there. The stuff inside is delicious."

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On the roof of the building, Yan Guanliang randomly found a chair and sat down, reached for a magazine on a table and read it, but Yan Guanliang's heart was not on the magazine.

The building has a total of 32 floors, and the top floor is a themed restaurant. On a window seat in the themed restaurant, the boss who never sees the front is talking with a young mainland student.

Yan Guanliang couldn't hear what the two of them were talking about. Suddenly, a few idle young people walked into the restaurant. After these people came in, they yelled, wanting this and that, forcing this high-end place It has become a street food stall.

The arrival of these young people did not affect Yan Guanliang who was seated outside under the big umbrella, or in other words, Yan Guanliang was not at the table that he noticed at all.

Holding a tray in her hand, Fan Meiya carefully stood next to the guests at the table. Those idle young people looked around aimlessly. When a young man in a checkered shirt caught sight of Fan Meiya, A lewd smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Waiter, come here." The young man in the plaid shirt looked at Fan Meiya and hooked his fingers.

Fan Meiya didn't move, instead a waiter behind the bar ran over.

"Gentlemen, may I ask, do you have any needs?" The waiter came to the table of idle youths, bent down, with a very standard smile in service work.

The young man with Huage turned his head, and slapped the waiter back to a chair at an empty dining table behind. The waiter backed away, his center of gravity was unstable, he pressed the edge of the chair, and fell to the ground. The chairs around me were knocked down.

"Did I call you? Get out, don't you fucking show up in front of me." Hua Gezi's young man finished speaking, and turned his gaze to Fan Meiya: "Little girl, come here, I want you to serve us."

Fan Meiya bent slightly: "Sirs, I'm sorry, I want to serve this table of guests."

The yellow-haired young man in the plaid shirt pushed back the chair he was sitting on, stood up, walked up to Fan Meiya, and grabbed Fan Meiya's hand: "Our boss said to let you go, you just Gotta go."

"What are you doing?" Wang Lu stood up abruptly in a slim cheongsam, and shouted at the yellow-haired young man who was pulling Fan Meiya.

The yellow-haired young man took out a folding knife from his waist, and played with a knife in his hand, pointing the knife at Wang Lu: "Sao girl, you have nothing to do here, don't mind meddling your mother's business, then you will Live longer."

Yan Guanliang was a little surprised to see Fan Meiya being pulled by the yellow-haired young man. The waiter had seen it before, she was the cleaner in the club, but Yan Guanliang didn't think about why she appeared here, he put the magazine back on the table On the table, he pressed the table with his hand and jumped into the inside of the table.

The man next to Wang Lu stretched his hand into his arms, and before he could take out anything, he noticed Yan Guanliang's figure appeared on the glass on his side, so he took out his hand again, and pulled Wang Lu back. to the seat.

The yellow-haired young man saw that the two men on the table had been restrained by him, he laughed, pulled Fan Meiya to his own table, and when he got to the table, pushed Fan Meiya to the side of the young man in the plaid shirt.

The young man in the seat next to Hua Ge immediately gave up his seat, and pressed the extremely reluctant Fan Meiya on the seat.

"Little girl, let me have a good drink with my brothers. After drinking, money is nothing." The young man in a plaid shirt held the wine bottle in his hand and put it in his mouth. While drinking, he squinted at Fan Meiya's protrusion with obscene eyes. .

If it was in the mainland, Yan Guanliang didn’t need to worry about it, the restaurant would call the police, but this is not in the mainland, Yan Guanliang walked behind the man in the plaid shirt, stretched out suddenly, and buckled it in the man’s hand. The bottom of the bottle was pushed towards the mouth of the man in the checkered shirt. In an instant, the man in the checkered shirt swung his hand in the air and grabbed it backwards, spraying a mixture of wine and blood from the side of his mouth along the bottle.

The rest of the youths on the table stood up at once, and took out all kinds of knives from their bodies. Yan Guanliang loosened his hand from the bottle cap, grabbed the hair of the man in the checkered shirt, and flung it backwards, the checkered man fell to the ground. On the corner of the table behind, his body twitched, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

The yellow-haired man stabbed at Yan Guanliang with the penknife first, Yan Guanliang did not retreat, but went straight up, the stone hand clasped Huang Mao's hand holding the knife, turned his hand vigorously, pulled it, and then stopped suddenly, then According to the inertia of Huang Mao's body rushing forward, Huang Mao's jackknife pierced his chest.

Then Yan Guanliang let go of his hand, and just took care of the yellow hand, and grabbed the blade stabbed by another man behind him, and the hand holding the blade randomly dripped blood, Yan Guanliang's expression didn't change at all. The other hand quickly grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the table, and with a wave of the hand, the chopsticks were stuck in the man's chest.

The man was stunned, glanced at the two chopsticks on his chest, his body softened, and he knelt on the ground.

At this time, Yan Guanliang took the knife holding the blade back, turned around, and looked at the other four men who were holding the knife and did not dare to make a move. Those men stepped back and threw the knife on the ground .

"Take them away!" Yan Guanliang roared, then turned his head again, pulled the stunned Fan Meiya up, and dragged her to Wang Lu's table without saying a word.

When Yan Guanliang came, the man next to Wang Lu turned his gaze out of the window, and did not face Yan Guanliang directly. Yan Guanliang didn't say anything, and let Fan Meiya loose: "Go on!"

After speaking, Yan Guanliang took a bottle of wine on the dining table with bloody hands, and turned to leave. However, at the moment of turning around, Yan Guanliang pressed the buttons on the sleeves with his fingers very slightly.

When Yan Guanliang passed a dining table, he tore off the back cloth on the seat. Yan Guanliang went back outside again, and sat on the edge of the dining table under the big umbrella. It fell on the bloody hand.

A puddle of red liquid quickly accumulated under Yan Guanliang's feet, and a lot of it splashed on his shoes. Yan Guanliang didn't care. He picked up the magazine on the table.

(End of this chapter)