Scholarly Shadow

Chapter 11 The Fighter Among Trash

What would happen if an ordinary person encountered a bomb?

That's exactly like Wang Fan's current state—terrified.

But now, Wang Fan, the lunatic, is holding the bomb in his hand and trying to show it to the slovenly Uncle Feng, who is truly terrified and at a loss for what to do.

But there didn't seem to be any normal people in this base. The slovenly Uncle Feng glanced at the bomb in Wang Fan's hand and casually said, "This is 500 grams of TNT. It's powerful enough to destroy a car."The direct casualty radius of the bomb was approximately eight meters.

The indirect range is unknown.

"Just throw it out, why are you showing it to me?"

This disheveled Uncle Feng seems to know something.Woolen cloth.

Wang Fan jumped up and down in a panic: "Where am I supposed to throw it?"

And you know what? Wang Fan looked so anxious.Ironically, it seems Wang Fan completely forgot about the whole thing.The resulting soreness.

Sloppy UncleHe casually lit his cigarette and said, "That's your problem."

Wang Fan was incredibly fast.The fastest ones ran straight out of the base.

At this moment, the bearded Lyme, fully armed and beaming, arrived at the scruffy Uncle Feng.Bian: "It seems this kid...""Smart, huh?"

The scruffy old man casually handed Uncle Lyme a roasted sweet potato: "This is your breakfast."

Uncle Lyme was quite unhappy: "You're giving me this for breakfast?"

"I quit, and you're still like this?" the slovenly middle-aged man said.He left with the words, "If you want to eat later, go to the kitchen and get it yourself."

And you know what? After that slovenly old man took a bite of that yellowish-brown roasted sweet potato, his eyes practically bulged out.

A few minutes later, a loud rumble came from near the mine.Exploding sound.

Wang Fan returned looking disheveled, while Uncle Rum, squatting by the kitchen door, had already eaten several sweet potatoes: "Wow, Feng's cooking skills are truly exceptional."

An ordinary sweet potato can taste so good, it's simply an art form!"Taste it."

Like falling into the waterWang Fan, equally furious, stormed over to Uncle Rum, who was eating sweet potatoes: "What are you doing?"

Are you trying to kill me?

Wang Fan seems to have finally...It's out! Uncle Rum is just waiting for Wang Fan.Hair.

Uncle Lyme stuffed the sweet potato into the magazine pouch, his expression one of disdain.Looking at Wang Fan, he said, "Do I need these methods to kill you?"

"Do you believe I can take you down in one move?"

Wang Fan gritted his teeth and replied fiercely, "I believe you, but what do you mean by this?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

whenZijun?

Haha, I think the old manson'sZijun is much better than you. You're trash. If you're not good enough, then get out of here.Let's go back.

Being a mercenary is no small feat..

Uncle Lyme is clearly trying to discourage Wang Fan. This kind of criticism is also a form of training, but Wang Fan himself is not aware of it yet.

Wang Fan said somewhat indignantly, "Then please give me at least some basic respect."

Wang Fan should never have said that.

Uncle Lyme suddenly erupted in anger again, lashing out at Wang Fan. Uncle Lyme's face almost met Wang Fan's.They're together now, Uncle Lyme shouted fiercely, "Dignity?"

Do you, trash, even need dignity?

Let me tell you, dignity in war is determined by strength.

You're so spicyDo you still need dignity? You can't even save your life on the battlefield. Your need for dignity is completely unnecessary.

Today, let's continue.

I was insulted by a foreignerTrash, how could Wang Fan be happy about this?Is that right?

certainlyNo, but what they said was absolutely right.

They used to be mercenaries who would rather die than not become mercenaries, and now they're even struggling with such simple training.No, how can I talk about becoming stronger and seeking revenge on Ruan Lin?

With the sound of gunfire, Wang Fan's path to becoming stronger began once again.

"What's that Chinese saying again?"

Oh, right, spicy.

This really makes me lose heart.Ah, I wondered what my vacation would be like. I certainly didn't want to be with you, you hot-tempered girl."You've wasted my vacation, get up now!"

Uncle Lyme continued cursing, then *bang*, fired a shot directly at Wang Fan. Of course, the bullet couldn't possibly hit Wang Fan; it mostly struck targets at a distance.The position is 10 centimeters from the edge.

This wasWang Fan also had a thought in his heartRuthless, that's what young people are like, they have that kind of spirit in their hearts.They still have a ruthless streak.

Wang Fan noticed that he was sweating excessively these past few days.OnKong is like a faucet; after running one lap, he starts sweating profusely.

"Damn it, one day I'll beat you up."

Wang Fan now has a deep affection for Uncle Lyme.I hate Uncle Lyme so much!Wang FannaOne so goodWhat Wang Fan didn't know was that Uncle Lyme was simply asking Wang Fan to...It can be done, but not.That's all nonsense.

As evening fell, Uncle Lyme once again dragged a...NoWang Fan returned to the base.

The disheveled Uncle Feng left with the words, "Wang Fan, your dinner is in the kitchen. Remember to clean up after you're done."

"Lyme, Zod is here."

The slovenly old man only said this simple sentence.

Uncle Lyme nodded knowingly: "I understand. I'll go see what kind of task this wicked capitalist has given us this time."

It seemed no one cared about Wang Fan, who was like a lump of mud, because Wang Fan was now...He wouldn't attract anyone's attention; his spiciness...No mercenary group would want him; he's just an ordinary civilian.

However, Wang Fan knew that Zod was a communications soldier and a mission receiver; usually, the boss would assign the missions.Give it to Zod, Zod takes it to the base, and then Lym notifies everyone to assemble and carry out the mission.

Since Zod has arrived, it means he has a mission.

After resting for an hour, Wang Fan finally...Dropping his equipment, he slowly crawled towards the kitchen.

Wang FanAs I struggled to the kitchen door, there was a loud bang from inside.

Wang Fan wondered, "Is there a rat in the kitchen?"

When Wang Fan pushed open the door, he found a dark figure wolfing down what was supposed to be his dinner, which was his entire day's meal.

Wang Fan instantly became furious. Could it be that a small...Did you?

Wang Fan was just worried about where to vent his anger from the day, soTo smallAlright.

Wang Fan breathlessly and quietly closed the door, at the same timeHe picked up a frying pan.

A few seconds later: "Ah, help!"

A desperate cry for help in Chinese came from the kitchen; it seemed Wang Fan had been defeated.

"You littleThey actually came to our base!"You i***t, do you want to die?"

At this moment, a leatherA super white American was sitting in Wang Fan's...The most notable feature of this American is his short stature; he is only 1.7 meters tall.

1.7 metersGao is indeed considered short in the United States.

At that moment, the kitchen door was opened by the slovenly Uncle Feng, who saw this scene.

Wang Fan immediately shouted, "Uncle, he's a little...",Hit me. "

But who knew this whiteThe short American asked Uncle Feng in English: "Is this a small...""Is that right?"

The disheveled Uncle Feng rolled his eyes: "Victor, if you want something to eat, you have to call me first so I can make it for you. Get up, get up, all of you get up."

It turns out that this skinny American was also a member of Al-Qaeda.

A dozen minutes later, the slovenly uncle brought two different dishes to the two of them.

Wang Fan's side is mainly big.And Victor's side...There are many rich people, and that guy is talented.of.

"Victor, is this Chinese man here to see us?"He was trained, don't treat him as...Small.

You hide in your basement all day, so no one tells you.

As the slovenly uncle spoke, he brought over another bowl of soup.

Victor laughed and pointed at Wang Fan, who was eating: "He's still...""Training personnel?"

Suddenly: "Haha, you're so hot!"I can't even beat you"Shut up, haha."

At that moment, Wang Fan's faceIt would be incredibly embarrassing. You're ten centimeters taller than this guy, yet you can't beat him and are being ridiculed.

The slovenly old man warned Wang Fan: "You can fight him, but don't kill him."

Of course, you can't kill him right now. He's a hacker, a super hacker, that Lyme rescued during a mission.

This Victor is actually a hacker, no wonder he looks so fair-skinned.whiteYes, because we haven't seen each other all day..

Victor pointed at Wang Fan smugly and said, "I could take on ten of you."

Trash, trash.

After Victor finished scolding Wang Fan, XingHe picked up the soup spoon: "Haha, this is my favorite Chinese beef!""Soup, come on!" Wang Fan said.He cursed in a northern Chinese dialect: "You eat a [hammer]!"

It was a completely 'accidental' sneeze, an 'achoo', and all that saliva and snot ruined the cow.soup.

"I've prepared the food, take your time eating."

The slovenly middle-aged man seemed to realize something was about to go wrong and immediately turned away.They've left.

The two locked eyes, and sparks were practically flying between them.

"What do you mean?"

Victor angrily confronted Wang Fan, while Wang Fan casually picked up a soup spoon and said, "Oops, I didn't mean to."

I'll decide what I want to do after I finish eating.

Just as the two were eating in a fit of rage, the entire team arrived and immediately went to a meeting.

The base seems to have become lively again.

However, when Lyme and the others came out after the meeting, they found that something was wrong.

"Oh dear, what wind blew Victor out here?"

"Isn't this that Chinese friend? Why is he arguing with Victor?"

"It seems this Chinese man is in trouble. Victor is a black belt in Taekwondo."

Standing in the center of the base, Wang Fan had no idea that he was courting death; the hacker opposite him possessed a great deal of skill.

"I don't know how to use a gun."

Wang Fan was straightforward and immediately stated what he didn't know.

Victor spread his hands: "I don't know either, come on."

Suddenly, a scruffy old man shouted from the side, "Come on, place your bets! I bet on us Chinese, ten to one!"

The group of mercenaries who had just finished their meeting were all...The brain rushed over.

"I bet Victor a hundred meters of gold."

Me too.

In the end, all of themVictor won, only the slovenly uncle bet on Wang Fan.Of course, who knows if this is possible, but why would Uncle Feng do it?

"f**k you."

Fueled by the rage he had been holding in for the past two days, Wang Fan charged directly at Victor.

The short Victor casually replied, "Tch, trash."

He flew directly at Wang Fan, who had come from the insect kingdom without any defense.It is one.

Wang FanbenToday's training was all done.He was in soreness, and his reactions were extremely sluggish. Fighting Victor would be suicide for him.

However, Wang Fan had to do this, for the sake of his last remaining life.dignity.

Unsurprisingly, Victor kicked Wang Fan, sending him flying 720 degrees in mid-air.changeThump, landed on the ground.