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- Section 166 can't be that strong
Seeing the other party's appearance, Gu Jianbing didn't say any more.
Get up and look around the entire office, surrounded by monkey-cheeked people who are either indifferent or gloating.
He let out a long sigh, his eyes darkened.
Push away the chair and walk out of the office door.
In the corridor outside the door stood a young man about ten or fourteen years old.
Seeing the old man going out, he hurriedly greeted him and stretched out his hand to help him, and said, "Grandpa Gu, no matter what my father said, he was just angry, so don't take it to heart!"
Gu Jianbing turned his head and looked at the young man suspiciously.
After thinking for a long time, he remembered who this person in front of him was.
Patting his head lovingly, sighed: "Good boy, goodbye."
The young man was shocked, and hurriedly asked: "What goodbye? Where are you going, Grandpa Gu?"
The old man did not answer.
Looking back at the closed office door, he moved forward a little bit along the corridor handrail.
The bottom of his hand seemed to be stroking the wall reluctantly.
It's like touching the back of your own child.
The young man who was gently pushed away looked at the old man walking away with a sad expression
Captain He swears.
He must have eaten shit today before he got too excited and agreed to come to this game.
Otherwise, how could he fall into this terrifying vortex?
Missile!
So is he a missile! !
Who fired the missile?
Who is it going to eliminate again?
Eliminate the boss of the third consortium?
The world is going to be in chaos! !
All the personal experiences I saw and heard today made Captain He completely in a half-crazy state.
The appearance of the missile is exaggerated enough, but it was actually blocked by someone? ? ? ? ?
Captain He pulled Zhang Wei who was also fascinated, and asked with red eyes: "Before eating, how many floors did you tell me about Captain Wang?"
Zhang Wei looked up at him in a daze: "Before, when they met us, what they themselves said was indeed a hundred floors."
Captain He asked again: "Then how many floors did they say they were at just now?"
Zhang Wei shook his head, which was stunned by the missile, trying to recall: "It seems to say that it has rushed to the 300th floor"
"Liar!" Captain He yelled frantically: "He is definitely lying to you!!"
"Huh?" Zhang Wei looked at him in a daze.
Captain He blushed and panted heavily.
Gritting his teeth, he danced and punched the air for a long time.
Looking at Wang Min who was being carried in the distance.
Suddenly tears flowed.
Turning his head to Zhang Wei, he choked up and said, "He's lyingThree hundred floorsIt can't be that strong."
Zhang Wei asked in doubt: "Then how many floors do you think he should be?"
Captain He was shocked.
There was a storm in my heart.
yes.
If it is not three hundred floors, how many floors should the person be?
As a member of the elite team of a medium-sized consortium, Captain He has much more knowledge than ordinary low-level tower climbers.
Not only know that 499 on the bright side of human beings is not the real limit.
It is also known that the top-ranking large consortiums have 500 or even 600 layers of terrorist creatures under their hands.
How many layers?
How many layers should a person who is hard to resist missiles have?
The 400-story half-step earth fairy can block bullets at most, and it is estimated that even rocket launchers or slightly larger-caliber anti-materials are mysterious.
Those five-hundred-story land gods who listened to stories in the intelligence are not afraid of rocket launchers, but they have never heard of legends about being able to resist missiles.
Six hundred floors. .
He can't touch it.
There are not many specific records in the group's intelligence.
That means, that man has at least six hundred levels of strength!
Six hundred floors! !
Captain He wanted to yell a dirty word with all his strength.
He is only three hundred floors old and has already experienced countless beauties in the world.
What will the scenery on the 600th floor be like?
What would be a more beautiful scenery than countless beauties?
Captain He found that even if he racked his brains to imagine, he couldn't think of that kind of picture.
Play peek-a-boo with many beauties in the same bed.Is it?
He can realize that kind of game now.
It is nothing more than a question of quantity.
What's more fun?
He couldn't figure it out.
So he was very curious.
Very curious.
Curious to the point of madness!
So he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet hard.
Abandoned the younger brother beside him, and Zhang Wei.
Go forward and cross the human wall to Wang Wen's side.
With a face full of grief, he shouted: "Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad! Open your eyes and see your filial and well-behaved son, Dad!"
Wang Wen looked at him suspiciously, as if thinking about whether he had such a big son in his life?
It looks really familiar.
This is how to do?
I don't remember who the hell the child is.
Is it going to be revealed?
Thinking of this, Wang Wen's eyes gradually softened, looking at Captain He as if he was really looking at his son.
What I thought in my heart was: No! Now there are still many people who can't beat me, and there are bastards who bombard me with missiles. The identity of the 900th floor must not be revealed, or we should silence it.
Enduring the feeling of exhaustion and complete overload, he closed his eyes and began to quietly gather his mental strength.
As soon as he used his mental power, his brain felt a sharp pain, and he saw blood flowing out of his nostrils.
The people around were terrified, and their foreheads were wiped with blood in a mess.
Seeing this, Mi Lailai, who was being supported next to him, said with the most authority: "His mental strength is exhausted by resisting missiles and he needs to have a good rest. Try not to be disturbed by others."
Moran stood up.
The veins on the forehead are swollen.
He casually pinched Captain He's neck and asked around: "Who knows this person? Kill him if he doesn't claim it."
Captain He almost peed again.
Repeatedly begging for mercy: "Boss, I am my own person who ate together in the box today! Seeing Captain Wang's heroic figure, I am deeply impressed, and I want to be by his side for the rest of my life, serving tea and drinking water as my son." Whether I am an apprentice or not, I am fine, I just want a chance, boss!"
Mo Ran turned a deaf ear.
Seeing that no one claimed it, the money really began to tighten.
Zhu Xingguo, who had been bending over to take care of Wang Min next to him, was taken aback when he heard the word "apprentice", then got up and said to Mo Ran: "Captain Mo, I remember that this person is not a friend. He was alone when we were eating together before." He taunted Master vigorously, and when you hung up the phone and came this way, he also said that you were not polite and casually entered other people¡¯s dinners. .¡±
Zhu Xingguo, like an honest old scalper, spoke for a long time.
Every time he added a sentence, Captain He's face turned paler.
When he finished speaking, his face was completely pale, and his crotch was wet.
But Mo Ran finished listening.
But unexpectedly let go of his neck.
Just under the gaze of everyone who doesn't know why.
Mo Ran took out a pair of black gloves and put them on slowly, the killing intent in his eyes couldn't be covered.
Captain He was so frightened that his hair stood upside down.
Sitting on the ground with a face full of horror, he rubbed his back: "Grandpas, I was wrong, is it too late to apologize now? I understand very well, no matter what method you want me to apologize, I'm eighteen Proficient in all kinds of martial arts!"
Mo Ran didn't give him a chance.
It just happened that after seeing the missile exploded, my heart was full of anger and there was nowhere to vent it. It would be great if someone came to my door as a punching bag.
The black ones bloomed with blue and white arcs, which made Captain He's face turn blue, white, disappear, bright, and dark. In short, there was no color that belonged to him. </div> - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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