Siheyuan, don't yell at me

It was seen that the fat and white He Daqing not only dared to respond, but even rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.

The bearded owner of the hotel immediately became furious and stormed out from behind the counter.

He cursed angrily:

"Damn it, whether it's a human or a ghost, they actually dare to act so presumptuously in our Huangsha Wubiao's territory!

If we, the Huangsha Five Tigers, want to continue to stay here, wouldn’t it be a huge joke?”

The bearded shopkeeper walked straight up to He Daqing, stretched his neck, stood on tiptoe, and looked at He Daqing with a mocking look.

"What's the matter?

You fat bastard, you actually dare to roll up your sleeves?

Do you want to kill me?

Ouch~

The look in your eyes is quite fierce, do you want to kill someone?"

The bearded shopkeeper slapped his cheeks hard as he spoke.

"Come on, come on, shoot here..."

However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his face, and then he saw two yellow teeth flying out of his mouth.

Then everything went dark before his eyes and he fainted on the ground.

He Daqing rubbed his wrists gently, thinking to himself:

It has been a long time since I hit anyone, so the feel of it seems a little rusty.

I never thought that since I gained weight, my strength has increased a lot compared to before.

He Daqing kept cursing:

"Useless things!

I've only used 50% of my strength. How dare you embarrass yourself with just this little ability?

Anyone who thinks they can do it can come forward and give it a try..."

At this time, the second shopkeeper behind the counter saw the bearded man being knocked to the ground. He was very angry and turned around to get the shotgun hanging on the wall.

However, at this moment, He Daqing quickly stretched out his arm, reached into the bag behind him, and took out a heavy Thompson submachine gun!

He raised the weapon in his hand without hesitation, took aim and started firing wildly at the wooden wine rack behind the counter.

In an instant, the wine jars exploded one after another like firecrackers, and fragments flew everywhere.

The second shopkeeper, who originally wanted to pick up a shotgun to fight back, was stunned for a moment and stared at He Daqing with horror on his face.

The other arrogant minions in the store were all dumbfounded and sweating profusely, and they retreated back in panic.

Professor Wu and his companions were equally stunned. They had never expected that this seemingly honest and harmless fat guy could be so ferocious.

At this moment, He Daqing seemed like a different person, which made people feel scared.

After a round of shooting, He Daqing twisted his neck easily, then took out a grenade from his arms.

He gripped the safety bolt tightly, then pulled the ring hard and threw it out of the window without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening noise was heard outside the window.

Along with this loud noise, half of the bloody sheep's head was blown into the house and rolled to the feet of the second shopkeeper.

The blood from the sheep's head splattered all over the counter, and a strong smell of blood and stench instantly filled the air.

The second shopkeeper was so terrified that he collapsed to the ground, his limbs shaking like sieves.

What's worse, a pool of yellow urine seeped out from his crotch, wetting a large area of ​​the ground, and the unpleasant smell became stronger.

At this moment, there was dead silence all around. Everyone was stunned by the scene before them, with only a buzzing sound in their minds.

In the end, it was He Daqing who came to his senses first and spoke up, breaking the suffocating silence in the hotel.

"President Zhu, it's time to pay the bill.

We are a serious scientific expedition team, so we still have to pay for accommodation and meals.

We can't learn from this shady shop, we must stick to principles..."

He Daqing looked at Dean Zhu without saying a word, then stepped forward and reached out to grab the banknote from Dean Zhu's hand.

He carefully counted the amount that Dean Zhu had agreed upon during their previous argument, and then threw it hard into the face of the frightened Second Shopkeeper.

"You bastard, take the money and give me a receipt!

Hurry up, or I'll give you another grenade..."

After settling the bill and getting the receipt, the scientific expedition team left the hotel.

I saw five or six goats lying in a mess outside the yard, dark red liquid was everywhere, and the earthen wall of the hotel was cracked with a huge crack.

A truck with a tarpaulin and two jeeps slowly drove away from the hotel.

Everyone on the road was silent, having not yet recovered from the absurd farce that had just occurred.

At this time, He Daqing was sitting on the truck bed, sleeping soundly against his luggage.

The convoy passed by a courtyard with a red flag flying. A truck drove out of the courtyard, and a jeep joined the convoy and drove together towards the barren desert in the east.

He Daqing woke up in the shaking of the truck. He rubbed his sore eyes, yawned, and stretched.

What caught the eye was not only the tired looks of everyone in the car, but also the endless yellow sand in the distance.

A voice in Russian rang in He Daqing's ears.

"You beast, you didn't expect that, did you?

We meet again.

Should I call you White? Or should I call you He Daqing? "

He Daqing looked left and right, but couldn't find the source of the sound.

It was not until the person who spoke stood up that He Daqing realized that the person who spoke was a very short old man wearing a mask.

Combined with the fact that he was speaking Russian, called himself White, and seemed to be resentful.

The result is obvious. This dwarf old man is Vice President Paul who was kidnapped from Moscow by He Daqing.

The vehicle just drove over a piece of gravel, and Paul staggered and was almost thrown out of the car.

Fortunately, He Daqing was quick-witted and reached out to grab Paul's collar and pulled Paul back.

He Daqing shouted in fluent Russian:

"Old man, show me some respect!

If I hadn't been quick enough to pull you back, your old bones would have been rolled under the wheels and crushed into a meat pie!"

Paul was so frightened that he dared not stand up. He slumped down on the truck bed, gasping for breath with his mouth wide open like a fish out of water.

After a long while, He Daqing took a deep puff of his cigarette and then blew the smoke onto Paul's terrified face.

Paul was choking and coughing non-stop, and finally came to his senses.

But as soon as he came to his senses, he immediately started cursing:

"He Daqing, you bastard, don't you know my current status and position?

Let me tell you, I am the vice president of the Xinjiang Academy of Sciences, a senior official at the vice-ministerial level!

How dare you be so arrogant? Believe it or not, I will ask the guards to arrest you and put you in a small dark room immediately!"

Hearing this, He Daqing was immediately furious. Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed Paul's collar, easily lifted him up with one hand, and lifted him out of the car.

The wind and sand blew on Paul, making him tremble all over.

Seeing this, the other people on the truck hurriedly urged He Daqing to stay calm and not act impulsively.

However, He Daqing turned a deaf ear to these advices and continued to shake Paul, who was struggling and screaming in his arms.

It was not until Paul could no longer bear it and began to beg for mercy that He Daqing threw him back into the truck with satisfaction.