The City’s Invincible Soldier King Chapter 159: Menthol is very angry, and the consequences are serious

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Menthol is full of interest in autumn, but he doesn't mention a word, but the dragon scales have been thinking.

A generation of sword king, the legend of the green forest.

At the battle of Mount Fuji, Qiu was trapped in an encirclement of 30 Zhongnin.

Zhong Ren is equivalent to a Xuan-level martial artist.

If Dragon Scale is given a machine gun, Dragon Scale can easily rush out of the encirclement, but if it is just a pure cold weapon to fight, Dragon Scale can face up to five Zhongnin alone. After all, although the "Golden Dragon Battle" is far from mysterious Super ordinary ancient martial arts, but his realm is only the peak of Yinglong.

The peak of the infant dragon only corresponds to the peak of the yellow rank of ordinary ancient martial arts.

Kill one person with one step, and one head with one knife.

The fierce power of autumn left a deep impression on the dragon scale.

The significance of Mount Fuji to the island ninja is equivalent to that of Mecca in Islam.

There is the first holy place in the heart of the ninja.

Not to be violated, let alone defiled.

The massacre by Qiu Xin attracted more than twenty Shangren.

Shangren, equivalent to a prefecture-level warrior in the ancient martial world.

Qiu is still not afraid.

One person, one sword, the endurance is unstoppable.

But the manpower was limited. After killing 23 Zhongren and 11 Shangren, Qiu Ye was exhausted.

It just so happened that that day, Dragon Scale was performing an assassination mission on the top of Mount Fuji, watching the whole process.

Seeing that Qiu couldn't stand it at all, Dragon Scale finally made a bold move.

Soldiers put task completion as their first priority.

Dragon scales are not autumn. Naturally, they will not jump out stupidly, and roar with infinite coquettishness: Grandpa is here, there is something to fight.

The perfect combination of the sniper rifle and the AK made the island country blow his beard and stare with anger, and made Qiu retreat smoothly.

That was two years ago, but autumn at that time was a big meatball.

Dragon Scale really couldn't imagine that majestic flesh ball and the delicate young man in front of him were the same person, so he couldn't recognize Qiu Lai at a glance.

After the war, Qiu disappeared.

But the rusty jagged broken knife was deeply in the mind of the dragon scale.

It’s just that the dragon scales really don’t understand. How could the famous Qiu come to Yanjing to do this kind of business?

Where is the pride of the sword king?

What about the self-righteous dignity of the warrior?

What happened to Qiu after that war?

Why did Qiu kill him to Mount Fuji alone?

It's interesting.

When you are free, visit this guy.

Volkswagen drove on the elevated highway again and arrived at Dingli Construction Company an hour and a half later.

The Volkswagen drove into the Dingli underground parking lot, Longlin parked the car expertly and walked off.

But at this moment, a BMW rushed over quickly.

"Ga."

BMW stood in front of Dragon Scale amid the sharp brakes.

The door opened, and a woman with a superb appearance and a very **** dress walked off the BMW.

The woman glanced at the half-new and old public whose value was less than 100,000, then glanced at the mint wearing a very ordinary dragon scale and a work suit, and said pretentiously, "Remove your broken car."

Dragon Scale frowned and said nothing.

Seeing the indifferent dragon scale, the woman suddenly became angry and pointed to the dragon scale's nose and shouted, "Are you deaf or dumb?"

There are all domineering things.

If it's a man, Dragon Scale doesn't mind kicking him a few meters away, but if he hits a woman, Dragon Scale really can't do it.

After all, this guy is just arrogant, not an enemy.

"Poor B, did you hear that?" Longlin's indifferentness made the woman even more angry.

Dragon Scale frowned and asked coldly, "What if I don't move?"

"I make you unable to stay with all my strength." The woman threatened viciously, "Poor B, give you another chance, immediately apologize to me, and immediately move your broken car away, and you won't let go The urine photos look like you are so poor, is this kind of parking space where you should park your broken car?"

"Is this your private parking space?" Long Lin asked coldly.

"So what? So what?"

"It's your private parking space. I will move it right away. It's not your private parking space. Please close your mouth."

"Poor B, do you dare to scold me?" The woman was furious, "Don't you look at your stupid second B?"

The woman's repeated slurs made Longlin's brows frown tighter.

But without waiting for the dragon scale to speak, Mint came over with gusts of fragrant wind, looked at the dragon scale, and asked seriously, "Vice President Long, may I pretend to be angry?"

"Vice President Long, giggle." The woman pointed at the dragon scales, laughing out of breath.

The dog looks down on people.

Dragon Scale shook his head speechlessly, looked at the smiling mint, and said, "Okay, you just pretend to be angry."

Mint glanced at the woman who was rippling with laughter, and smiled more brilliantly.

Under Long Lin's gaze with interest, Mint walked to the trash can not far away with a gust of fragrance.

"Hey."

Mint turned the green plastic trash can upside down and rummaged in the trash. The magic is that Mint accidentally found a rusty wrench.

Ment took the wrench and strode over.

Looking at the mint holding the iron wrench, the woman moved her body back and asked a little fearfully, "Bitch, what are you going to do?"

The mint smiled charmingly at the dragon scales, revealing two rows of white teeth. Then, he lifted the iron wrench and slammed it heavily on the BMW windshield.

"Menthol is very angry, and the consequences are serious." Menthol said with a smile showing two rows of teeth at the woman.

"You, what do you want to do?" The woman stepped back again, timidly asked.

Mint is still smiling, very charming, very enchanting.

"Crack."

There was a crisp sound, and the windshield was covered with cracks like a spider web.

"Crack."

Mint pulled up the heavy wrench again, and made a quick shot.

I have to say that the quality of the original windshield is really good. Two consecutive heavy blows failed to break the glass, but more dense cracks appeared on the glass.

"You bitch, what do you want to do?" the woman screamed angrily at Mint.

Menthol didn't bother to take care of her at all, so he pulled up the wrench again and slammed it against the BMW headlights.

"Crack."

The car lights are not windshields. The fragile car lights were shattered by a wrench during the sound.

"Crack."

Mint lifted the wrench again and smashed another car light to pieces.

But things didn't stop there. Mint went around behind the BMW again, pulled the wrench again, and hit the rear lights of the BMW.

The crazy mint, a kind of strength emanating from the bones, made the dragon scales quietly appearing with a touch of thought.

Normally, there are two kinds of strength.

One is a rabbit dressed as a tiger, using madness to hide his weakness;

One kind is a tiger who is dozing open his eyes, showing his hideous fangs.

Mint definitely cannot be a rabbit.

No wonder she didn't think Xi Wanting was the president at all.

This means that Mint has a background no less than Xi Wanting.

"Bitch, wait for me."

The woman looked at the mint who was still smashing it with a wrench, and screamed and rushed out of the underground parking lot, and rushed to the paying security guard.

"Do you want to run?" Mint asked charmingly, looking at the dragon scale.

Long Lin asked with interest, "Are you afraid of this woman?"

"All right then."

Mint pulled up the wrench again and slammed it heavily on the BMW rearview mirror.