"Lao Tzu is Luo Dazuo. Everyone knows me. Now I have revenge. Why do you have revenge? Do you understand the hatred of robbing your wife? Do you really want to be a tortoise when you are a man? Tell you what? If I don't do it, I will kill more people. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?
Now, I've killed Jiang Xiancheng's son of a bitch, his dog legs, and his paws. I killed them all by myself. If any of you want to bury those sons of a bitch, come up and give him a peanut. "
Everyone heard Luo Dazuo's manifesto. They didn't pay attention to Luo Dazuo. Behind Luo Dazuo, four heads were thrown at different angles. They were Jiang Xiancheng, the logistics officer, Jiang Xiancheng's adjutant and the director of the training department.
Among them, Jiang Xiancheng is the chief officer of the base, the logistics officer is responsible for all the materials, the adjutant is responsible for the feedback of the operation of the whole base, and the director of the training department supervises the operation of the whole base and the ideological state of the personnel.
These four men hold most of the rights of the base. As for the other maintenance officers, liaison officers, missile defense officers, patrol sentry officers, and kitchen chief officers, they are the few people who usually do evil and are elevated by Jiang Xiancheng. At the moment, Luo Dazuo points at the muzzle of the gun and kneels in a row. No one dares to stop them. There is not a single bullet in their rifle, All of them were seized by the shortsighted Jiang Xiancheng. Even if they found the ammunition depot, it was useless. The electronic lock and mechanical lock codes outside the ammunition depot were all in the chest pocket of the logistics officer.
"Dada, dada..."
The submachine gun spewed out a long tongue of fire and shot a row of bullet holes on the ground in front of Ding HongJue and others, which made them scream and howl loudly. But Ding HongJue always held his two heads and did nothing else. At the moment, Ding HongJue was as if he was on his back. Luo Dazuo behind him was staring at his shoulders all the time. Just a little shaking would bring bullets.
Ding HongJue is a regular soldier. Although he is only a sergeant of the Missile Battalion, he does not miss the target once a year and has completed military training. He is the only one who is worried about killing Luo Dazuo.
After Jiang Xiancheng's death, Ding HongJue didn't raise his eyebrows. Instead, he fell into a worse situation. Who knows if Luo Dazuo will kill red eye and get rid of them.
In his anxiety, Ding HongJue saw Zhang Xiaoqiang standing in the middle of the crowd, and his eyes lit up. Zhang Xiaoqiang was worried about the silver flower priest, and the means were beyond ordinary people's control. Maybe Luo Dazuo had not started, and his head had already risen.
Looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang with arms in the distance, Ding HongJue's heart gradually cools, and he is also disappointed in the new era. Maybe in the eyes of these noble priests, they are just a group of dispensable mole ants, and the number of deaths is just a pile of numbers. As long as the base can operate, they will not fight among the people below.
"What has the final say here? I will take the final say, who will not agree, jump on his own cliff, save his grandfather's bullets, and follow me, what I eat, what he eats, what I use, what he uses, and he will not follow me, and he will descend himself."
Luo Dazuo, just like he was the first elder brother, bewitched these soldiers who lost their sense of direction. As soon as his voice fell, he began to cry out timidly:
"Grandfather, grandfather Luo, I'll follow you. If you don't agree with me, I'll cut him..."
After him, the cookers, Repairers and contacts all began to yell. Finally, even Ding HongJue tried to hold back the blue veins on his forehead and yelled. He knew that Luo Dazuo was able to kill dozens of armed men because he didn't want to lose money, Why can't he bear it.
Just when people thought that Luo Dazuo was in power, a sharp shadow flashed past Luo Dazuo's hand. The gun in Luo Dazuo's hand was divided into two parts, and the barrel of the gun fell to the ground.
See that cut off the body of the black shadow whirling over the heads of all the people, with a cold wind disappeared in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang, suddenly, all the voice of surrender disappeared, at this time, all the people think of, in the middle of them there is a silver colored priest, even Jiang Xiancheng must flatter the figure.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked over to the prisoner holding his head on the ground, stood in front of Luo Dazuo with a twinkling face, and asked in an interrogative manner:
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