I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1168: Maozi like drinking alcohol

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With the help of the younger brothers, Brother Hu covered his head with his clothes and limped back to the hotel on North Street.

Because he was not honest when he was tattooing, he was beaten very hard, and the whole person looked very miserable.

In the eyes of others curiously, he buried his head through the hall and returned to his room with the help of his brother.

Falling **** the door behind him, and pulling off the clothes on his head, Tiger Brother quickly walked to the mirror.

I saw that face, two cats were stabbed, one fat and one thin. With the twitching of his facial muscles, it came alive under the light.

Tiger brother suddenly looked desperate.

"Tiger, Brother Tiger," the little brother said flatteringly, the muscles on his face shaking, trying to restrain the uncontrollable smile, and shaking his hands with iodine and cotton swabs, "You, You wipe the medicine first. "

One hand overturned the handed iodine and cotton swabs. Brother Tiger stared at himself in the mirror with a venomous face, and there was a burning flame in his pupils.

"Brother Tiger, do we forget this?" said another brother with a sad expression on his face.

"How could it be that way." Brother Hu said sullenly.

The man named Shura was almost caught, but he escaped under his eyelids. Looking at someone who might know him, he went up and questioned. As a result, twenty burly men came out, not only repaired him, but also painted two cats on his face ...

It ’s just twenty people.

Laozi has 500 guns!

The top leaders of the survivors ’leagues sitting in the Pan-Asian building had to give three points to themselves. What kind of thing was that guy?

Brother Tiger carefully compared the face of the man with the faces in his memory, and finally did not match up with any incredible name. And listen to that accent, not even a local in Shangjing.

The mercenaries who came to Beijing after the caravan ’s **** wanted to come here. It was not a few days since they came to Ping An Street.

For this kind of stunned head, he has some means of dealing with him!

Smiling sneerly, Hu Ge already has a mind in his mind.

"Stare them at me."

"The little one has already ordered people to do it." A little brother hurried forward and smiled insidiously, "Our people will be guarding at the four gates, unless they will never hide on Ping An Street. , Hehe ... "

"Very good." Nodded approvingly, Brother Tiger paused for a moment, looked at himself in the mirror humiliatingly, and after a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "... Get me a mask." /

"Yes." The little brother nodded and hurried to the door.

"Brother Tiger, what about that Shura?" the younger brother who had handed iodine and cotton swabs asked carefully.

"Continue to stare at him, even if you go through the whole city of Shangjing, and you have to find him out!" The pupil's anger was burning better than before. , Saying one word at a time, "Lao Zi will cut him a knife a knife!"

......

Under the sight of a group of good deeds, Jiang Chen and the guards behind him walked away from the Hell Messenger Bar slowly.

As for the bottle of "Dragon Tongue Blue", he was thrown into the storage space, ready to be brought back to Lin Ling for testing.

The man named Shura has a very interesting sentence, which is not exactly as he said. After another two hundred years, what kind of alien can be eaten and which part is delicious. The survivors on this wasteland are almost the same. I figured it out.

Jiang Chen agrees.

Different species ca n’t be used as food. It ’s just the blood lessons that the survivors have summed up in the waste land for more than 20 years. This is not comprehensive after all. Since the heterogeneous meat can be refined into a nutrient mixture, it also shows that there are nutrients that can be absorbed by the human body.

Perhaps you should set up a research institute after you go back, specializing in how to turn the inedible variants into treasure?

Of course, no matter what the baby is, he wo n’t stop him.

"Boss, where are we going now?" Lu Fan asked in a low voice as he walked beside Jiang Chen.

Looking at the deep night, Jiang Chen said casually that the time was not early.

"Find a place to rest."

It is already eleven o'clock in the evening. At this point, the four gates of Ping An Street have basically been closed. Unless he reveals his identity, it is absolutely impossible for the guards guarding the city to open the city gate for him alone.

However, Jiang Chen doesn't plan to expose his identity for the time being, he still has something to do on this street.

Walking on the way away from Beimen Commercial Street, Lu Fan walking half a step behind Jiang Chen suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice.

"Someone is following us."

Jian Chenman whispered carelessly as usual.

"Who?"

After a long silence, Lu Fan's expression sank slightly and whispered.

"He is gone ..."

"Let's go?" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised, and turned to look at Lu Fan, "Are you sure you are going?"

"Yes ... he gave up on his own initiative, probably because he had already noticed his whereabouts. Lu." Lu Fan lowered his head and looked ashamed, "... is a subordinate incompetence."

"This is not to blame you," Jiang Chen looked away. If nothing happened, "it can only show that his anti-detection ability is relatively strong. Let the brothers keep an eye on it, and if you see the person again, get him directly Come to me. "

"Yes!" Lu Fan said in a deep voice.

Who would it be?

Jiang Chen did n’t know and did n’t bother to care.

No one can hurt him.

This is not only his confidence in his own strength, but also his full trust in the twenty guards beside him.

Many people here have followed him for four years, and there are even the earliest batch of knights. Whether it is loyalty or strength, there is no doubt.

One or two generations of rats, why fear it?

On the street outside Beimen Commercial Street, Jiang Chen casually picked a pretty good hotel. After paying 30 Yajing for himself and the 20 guards behind him, the entire top floor was contracted by him, and he also moved into the most luxurious presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

It is said to be the presidential suite, but the facilities are very simple.

Just took a shower and lay down on a clean bedding. Jiang Chen received a message from Aisha.

This is about the 20-year general election in the United States. The annex contains all the information about the candidate John F. Kennedy from the Boston Consortium. This document is obviously processed by professionals, and it is clean and beautiful.

Holding this information from beginning to end, even Jiang Chen, a foreigner, couldn't help but vote for him.

Of course, Jiang Chen knew very clearly.

There is no absolute politician in this world.

The more innocent the material is, the more it proves that the things he conceals are deeper and less informative.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Chen's fingers tapped four words on the holographic screen.

[Cheap act]

Then click Send.

He believes that Aisha will definitely make the right choice for him.

However, not long after this message was sent, Jiang Chen turned off the holographic screen, and when he was about to roll over to sleep, the dark blue light particles reunited, and Jane ’s holographic bust appeared to him Side.

I saw her with a serious expression and said with a cold electronic voice.

"Warning, a backdoor program was detected in the wrist-mounted computer, and the intrusion is in progress ..." (to be continued.)