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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Five The strong style gap between the soldier king classification and the funny classification...(2/2)

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This damn thing is completely different from what I imagined!

The promised participants are all mysterious and powerful!

It is said that the participants all have unique qualities that are stronger than them!?

Someone, please tell us that these two guys fighting on the ground in front of us are fakes!

Captain, please tell us this is not true!

The five team members basically all had stiff expressions and stared straight-eyed. However, they stood upright in military postures, standing tall and straight in the night.

Especially Xu Zheng, who is thin but full of solid muscles and seems to contain endless explosive power to stand upright in the night!

The face with sharp edges like a knife carries the iron blood of the King of Soldiers!

Then in front of him, two 'elementary school students' kept wrestling on the ground...

The difference between the painting styles of the two sides is extremely huge.

It's like two worlds.

The classification of King of Soldiers and the classification of comedy form a sharp contrast, and the evening night also highlights the quiet atmosphere and highlights the differences between the two parties. The military Land Rover and Ferrari on both sides hint at this from the side angle, which is ironic.

It reflects the social reality and expresses the author's unrecognized talents and unfulfilled ambitions... Sorry, I can't edit it anymore...

Anyway, when Gou Yu finally packed up all the large and small bags bought by everyone in the car and got out of the car...

What I saw was this embarrassing scene.

Fang Ran and Meng Lang were having their usual fight on the ground.

"Brother! How can you stop trying to pluck out my super cool hair that's already been taken care of!?"

"Then if you have the guts, don't bite!"

"Childish! Have you ever heard that a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything?"

"Damn it! This is the meaning of a gentleman speaking but not using his hands. This is the first time I've heard this! Before your physical education teacher taught you Chinese, you were born in the year of the dog, right?"

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Gou Yu: "..."

Gou Yu was speechless as he listened to the two people's incoherent words and all kinds of logic flying around.

Then he saw six people standing upright in the night, wearing action uniforms, with an elite and iron-blooded aura coming towards him.

Especially Xu Zheng, who was standing at the front, frowned and looked at him with a particularly solemn expression.

At that second, Gou Yu felt that he really didn't know how to explain to him...

"Um, hello."

"Hello."

Then the air suddenly became awkward...

Only Fang Ran and Meng Lang were still struggling on the ground.

Xu Zheng pursed his lips tightly and said hello to him. His voice was quite calm, and his qualities as a soldier were clearly demonstrated.

Gou Yu tried his best to smile and said to him:

"Excuse me, give me three seconds."

Then Gou Yu put down the things in his hands, turned around silently, and said expressionlessly.

"Ah, Queen, why are you awake?"

Click!

The two people on the ground froze for a moment, then stood up immediately, straightened their collars, and with serious expressions on their faces, they pretended that nothing happened and explained forcefully:

"Well, brother, your right arm strength has increased recently. It seems that you have exercised according to the video. It is really powerful. We will compete again next time we have the opportunity."

"Thank you, thank you, brother, you didn't neglect to exercise, oral skills... ventriloquism... cough cough, your teeth are getting better and better. This time it will be recorded as a tie. Next time we will confirm and communicate with each other."

Fangran adjusted his collar, not forgetting to straighten his hair that Meng Lang had tweaked several times. Meng Lang did the same thing, and the two exchanged sincere business compliments.

Gou Yu: "..."

Xu Zheng: "..."

Other team members: "..."

Although I don’t understand, you two are talking nonsense! Right! Right? That’s right!

Damn it, he pulled his collar, pulled out his hair, and wrestled on the ground, and then the fight ended like a sparring match between masters!

The five elite members of the Qianlong Squadron with the strongest martial arts skills in each military region all had their faces twitching undetectably.

Looking at these three young and excessive participants in front of me.

The same thoughts all came to mind.

Are the higher-ups trying to risk our lives for the possibility of success...

This damn main force is too unreliable!!

Xu Zheng tensed up his hard face, trying hard not to show any expression.

Therefore, the king of soldiers is the king of soldiers, and his quality is excellent!

Look, after seeing Fang Ran and Meng Lang who were about to perform a mission together, they could still keep their expressions on their faces...

What a strong man worthy of admiration!

Taking a deep breath, Xu Zheng stretched out his hand to Fang Ran and spoke again:

"The First Military Region of China Capital, Special Mission Execution Team - Qianlong Team, Captain...Xu Zheng...Hello,"

Although he had said it once, it was quite difficult to repeat it. Then after Xu Zheng finished speaking, he saw,

The young man in front of him jumped back suddenly, as if he was frightened by his own momentum.

This time Xu Zheng finally couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Are these guys really participants?
Chapter completed!
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