Chapter 29 Is this enough?

Huang Zicheng walked to Chen Qinghe and stood behind him.

The burly figure is for the detection team whose height is the average of normal people, especially the muscle pressure.

"What am I afraid of!"

"It's not the first time I've seen such a big guy!"

Xu Ping inhaled secretly and raised his own breath in his heart.

Things must not be retreated at this point, and they can become a member of the notorious tax team in the service area. Who is not a blood relative of the evolutionists in the service area league?

There is such a strong guarantee behind it, so what's so terrible?

"You can do whatever you can."

Xu Ping's words were just when he first said it.

Indians hummed.

Pull the gun from the back of the waist and show it in full view of the public.

"Is this enough?"

Jiang Heng stared at the Glock Type 17 pistol.

He couldn't help clenching his fists. Sure enough, these people are not ordinary characters. Generally, the team only takes a cold weapon such as an axe or something, even if the strongest equipment is at most a local shotgun, burning gasoline bottle and other things.

There are very few regular guns!

After all, Huaxia is not the kind of civilian firearms in the United States where you can buy a reduced version of civilian firearms by throwing a pile of dollars in a supermarket. This is known as one of the countries with the strictest gun control.

"I'm reluctant, I'll take you--"

Xu Ping's proud tone weakened a lot after the Glock Type 17 pistol. His eyes wandered around and finally fell on the handheld in the hands of the two children.

"I think I'll take this."

Xu Ping pointed to the handheld machine and spread out his hand to Chen Qinghe.

Obviously, he deliberately made it for this young man to ask Chen Qinghe to bring it to him in person.

What is a gun?

It may be a deterrent to ordinary people, but it is just a small family for their testing team, which is used to "big scenes".

Chen Qinghe's eyes were cold and he waved to the two children.

Xu Ping looked at the young man who thought that his eyes made him feel very uncomfortable, and succumbed like countless people once.

"Brother Qinghe--"

Lin Shuishan took his little four eyes and walked around behind Chen Qinghe with a palm machine in his hand.

Chen Qinghe didn't say anything. He just grabbed the girl's five fingers with his big hands and gave the Indian a look you dealt with in public.

Singh nodded intently.

"Yo, old bald man."

"It's shameless to put all your ideas on children!"

"Lord Vikas, I have never seen a shameless person like you all the way."

"You don't feel good enough like this, do you?"

The Indian raised his chin, but the last words made the violent blue veins flattened and laughed angrily.

"It's all up to you to pay how much tax you have to pay."

"However, I think if you can't move tank armored vehicles and other things today, don't simply let us go."

Xu Ping sneered. The old tax had been collected. He had not received anything that could be seen for several days. This time, when he heard Jiang Heng say that there was a fat sheep, he immediately brought someone over.

Tank?

Armored vehicle?

This kind of thing is not a cabbage that can be seen everywhere.

A group of people in the tax collection team laughed out loud, looking forward to the next "performance" of the Indians who speak Chinese better than them.

"There is no tank armored vehicle!"

The Indians looked serious and said, "But we still have these guys who let these iron pimples bloom."

The second half of his sentence.

After listening to the first half of the sentence, the tax collector with sarcasm left on his face was like eating a meatball that he thought was delicious first. As a result, he swallowed his stomach and found that the meatball was actually wrapped in mouse shit.

A group of people heard it before they could make a sound.

"Lao Kang, bright guy!!"

Singh glanced at Xu Ping, who had changed slightly, and rushed to Kang Zhiqiao in the school bus behind him and shouted, "Bring me a double guy down. There are people here who can't wait to eat!!"

One round?

Everyone's heads have not turned from the Indian dialect.

"Is there really a guy?"

Xu Ping's heart thumped and muttered.

He found that the group of people behind the Indians looked too calm and abnormal, just like there were really a pile of cabbages in the car, which could blow away the big guy with the tank buttocks.

"Come on!"

"Double, right?"

"Grandma, these two things are really heavy. Wait a minute." Kang Zhiqiao complained like a complaining woman in the car, with a heavy gasp from time to time.

"It's really the same!"

Seeing that no one came down in the car for a long time, Jiang Heng sneered.

But no one responded to his words.

The people led by Chen Qinghe, even children like Lin Shuishan, completely ignored his sarcasm.

"Ignore me?"

"Fure, do you all think you are all masters?"

Jiang Heng's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. He didn't expect that he was ignored repeatedly, especially the ten-year-old dead child among others.

When he was about to get angry.

"Hey."

"I'm going to practice some other day. This little thing is strange!"

At the door of the school bus, a middle-aged man walked down from the car with two rocket launchers equipped with rocket grenades.

As soon as he appeared!

Like the top superstar before the end of the world, he attracted countless eyes of the survivors present, but everyone paid attention not to his public face with a rosace nose, but the two "guts" on his shoulder.

Bazooka!

The Ganges River appeared in public for the second time today.

Without exception, this time is also the absolute focus of the audience, including its inferior workmanship, each of which is magical, making people hold their breath secretly.

For nothing else!

As long as the body is hard enough, the target size is large enough, it is not difficult to use, and it is easy to use. As long as you tap your finger gently, you can become a heavy gunner for men, women and children.

At this moment, the steel-colored barrel is no longer important, and the rocket grenade painted with yellow paint has become secondary.

As long as this big guy is really true!

Then no one doubts that this guy can make the terrible power of the tank's buttocks blossom.

"How's it going?"

"Is this guy heavy enough?!"

The Indian took a rocket launcher from Kang Zhiqiao's hand, stroked his familiar ice-cold barrel with his fingers, and put it out that he had pityed the POSE countless times since the birth of the Ganges.

The hair is gently raised in the cold wind, and the side face reflects the fire.

Singh felt that he was possessed like a Hollywood superstar at this moment, extremely cool and handsome.

Chen Qinghe looked at it indifferently and was not surprised by the Indian coquettish bag.

In front of him, Xu Ping's tax collection team looked ugly and stared at Lao Kang, who was carrying a rocket after the Indians.

"Brother Xu, this must be a toy!"

Jiang Heng saw that they were timid and shouted, "Don't be scared by them. There is no type of rocket launcher in the world that looks like this. I swear that even the Arab "hadid forces" in the Middle East, the bazooka they made from the workshop is a few grades better than this toy!"