"TM, who is not very eye-catching and hitting my fast food truck!!!"

With a roar, a ball rushed out of the old bus that was like abandoned, and she was holding a shotgun and scolding. After seeing Long Xiaoqi lying on the ground, she immediately passed by fiercely.

"Click!"

The bullet was loaded, and the ball-like man stared at Long Xiaoqi with his teeth and was extremely fierce.

Using a shotgun at close range is not something that can be avoided by tactical evasion. Long Xiaoqi didn't know that there was someone in this broken car, but it didn't matter. He was eager to jump out and let him beat him up now.

But the sound sounds a bit familiar, and it is still... Chinese!

"I will pay as much as I should. I am not short of money!" Long Xiaoqi, who was covered in sand and dirt, got up and shook his head and shouted at the other party: "Don't hold a broken gun and pretend to be 20,000 or 20,000 yuan. I have nothing, I just have money!!!"

Long Xiaoqi wiped his face hard and was stunned when he saw the person coming. At the same time, the guy who ran out with a gun was also stunned.

"Damn, Long Xiaoqi!"

"You? Fatty Li?"

The person who stayed in this broken bus turned out to be Fatty Li, who was wondering. Shouldn’t this guy be punished by a god?

He remembered it very clearly that when he first came into contact with the Divine Punishment, Sun Liu gave him an address, and ran over to find Fatty Li. Fatty Li is not simple, and until now, Long Xiaoqi doesn't know what Fatty Li does in the Divine Punishment. Of course, this guy's superficial identity is just a killer agent.

However, the relationship between the two is really good. They fought side by side and had some friendship.

"Oh, it's really a big flood that has rushed to the Dragon King Temple. I'm having sex with my family. Hehehe..." Fatty Li quickly put away his gun and smiled: "I'll say why the magpies kept calling this morning? It turns out that I met you, hahaha... Xiaoqi, you are so glorious, I've been paying attention to you all the time!"

Fatty Li looked full of enthusiasm, as if he had met his relatives.

"Fatty Li, why are you here?" Long Xiaoqi asked.

"I, I...hey, don't mention it, come on, treat you to noodles, treat you to noodles!" Fatty Li shook his head and pulled Long Xiaoqi into the worn bus.

This guy's face was indescribable and looked full of down-and-out smell. The reason why it made people feel down-and-out is not because of the face that was glossy at any time, but because of the guy's clothes.

A pair of fried desert boots, a pair of greasy and unfit American universal camouflage pants, and a large vest full of scallion flavor... In short, Fatty Li is exactly the same as Fatty Li in the past.

"Come on, sit down, don't be polite, we two don't have that many clichés. I'll pull you a bowl of noodles, cut some beef, eat and drink before talking about it." Fatty Li threw the gun aside, reached out and rubbed it on the vest and began to make noodles for Long Xiaoqi.

Yes, it's not wrong to make noodles at all.

When Long Xiaoqi walked into the car, he realized that this worn-out bus had a unique world: dough tables, gas stoves, woks, soup pots... and everything was ready for cooking.

Fatty Li held a cigarette, grabbed a piece of dough and slapped it, and pulled the noodles hard with his fat arms.

This product is actually making ramen!

"Fatty Li, what are you doing?" Long Xiaoqi's eyes widened in surprise.

"Sell Lanzhou ramen." Fatty Li, who was biting the cigarette butt, looked at the ashes falling into the face and said loudly to Long Xiaoqi: "You think I am you, you look like a little white face, your legs are broken, I damn, the money is here! People cannot compare with others. Although Fat Li, I, Fat Li, thinks that other places are better than you, I, is really inferior to being a little white face."

"Who is the little guy?" Long Xiaoqi stared at Fatty Li and shouted: "The ashes have fallen into his face."

"Oh, it turns out that rich people are particular. It's okay, ashes can't be eaten to death, and they can still be seasoned." Fatty Li said sourly: "I, Fat Li, rely on skills to make a living, and we don't bother to be a little white face. That will lose the face of a man. Let me tell you, Grandpa Mao said it well, you must be down-to-earth and support yourself, so..."

"You look at that pig, will anyone want someone to be a slut?" Long Xiaoqi looked contemptuous.

"Bang!"

Fatty Li threw the noodles on the table, turned around and stared at Long Xiaoqi fiercely.

"Who said no one wants it? I thought I was like the Yushulin style back then, and I thought I was like the same back then... Oh, I won't talk to you anymore, I have to pull the sign off first."

Fatty Li shook the fat on his body and reached out to pull a rope outside the car window. Suddenly, a sign was put down: authentic Lanzhou beef ramen.

The sign was very attentive. It was not only written in Chinese, but also in Arabic and English. Long Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment when he saw this sign. He couldn't figure out what Fatty Li was going to do.

"Do you know, I'll sell beef ramen here, just one bowl, one hundred dollars." Fatty Li said proudly with the bowl, "I can sell thirty bowls a day on average. The American soldiers who ate my beef noodles said it was OK. Tsk tsk... I thought about it. When I save some money, I'll change to a standard dining car and squat at the door of the US military base every day to sell beef noodles. Don't say that, these stupid soldiers are just good at this, hehe..."

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!..."

Fatty Li began to skillfully ramen again. Under Long Xiaoqi's surprised gaze, he really pulled out the noodles, and the thickness was evenly thick.

"Fatty Li, what the hell are you doing?" Long Xiaoqi put on a cigarette and asked, "Aren't you a killer agent? Aren't you doing well in the God-Punishment? Come here to sell beef noodles? Who are you going to assassinate?"

"Assassinate!" Fatty Li walked over, filled the two seats with his butt, and said with a grievance: "Do I understand if I lose my job? It's good to kill my life by God. I have to live, I have to eat, I can still eat... Why do you say I don't come and sell beef noodles? I can earn 3,000 US dollars a day, and don't sell beef noodles for Shaxian snacks? The soldiers don't recognize it, so they recognize beef noodles."

unemployment?

Long Xiaoqi narrowed his eyes and smoked a cigarette. He really wanted to see what this fat man Li wanted to do. Suddenly he met this guy here. If it happened... I'm afraid he couldn't argue anything, right?

"Tell me what's going on." Long Xiaoqi asked.

"What's going on? Aren't you the boss of God's punishment?" Fatty Li shook his head: "Who knows what's going on! If I knew what's going on, I would have been carrying two guns...selling seafood!"

At this moment, a patrol convoy from the United States drove here.
Chapter completed!