Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 254 Your English is too difficult

"Okay." Wang Sen pushed open a door casually. The room was brightly lit. Two men were chopping beef with kitchen knives. When they suddenly ran in, two people holding guns and knives were stunned. While they were stunned, Wang Sen raised the stock and knocked them to the ground. He was about to open fire when he found that there was a little black girl with a small braid next to him, staring at him with a pair of pitiful eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

"Fortunately, no one noticed it." Lao Lang gently closed the door and found Wang Sen's abnormal behavior. He asked in confusion, "Don't you take action?"

"I can't do it." Wang Sen pointed to the child squatting in the corner, "War has nothing to do with them, they are innocent."

"I didn't expect that you, a murderous guy, had a soft heart." Lao Lang smiled and shook his head, took out a light blue pill from his close pocket and put it in Wang Sen's hand, "Feed this to them."

"What's this?"

"Trizole lun, also known as sweating pills, can make people dizzy in a short time." Lao Lang said. Wang Sen looked at the small pill in his palm that was not as big as a fingernail, and broke the doubts into three pieces, pinched the mouths of the two people who fell to the ground and stuffed them in.

When Wang Sen handed the pills to the little girl, the girl was so scared that she hid back. Wang Sen couldn't bear to attack the child, but just in case, he had to pinch the little girl's chin and stuff the pills into her mouth. In less than two minutes, the little girl slowly closed her eyes and fell to the ground, with a slight snoring sound coming.

"Look for any food, and fresh water. I have severely lacking fresh water in my body." Lao Lang searched through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found a large bottle of Nongfu Spring from a stainless steel freezer. He looked at the trademark in surprise. Yes, it was Nongfu Spring.

"Come on, celebrate." Lao Lang found two stainless steel cups, filled them with mineral water, and dried them with Wang Sen. He gnawed the big bread found in the oven and swallowed them voraciously.

Wang Sen was very hungry, and ate bread with mineral water. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly smiled, "Uncle Zhou, I didn't expect that at this time yesterday we were still sitting in the warm room drinking tea and eating Daleba, but now we are like two children stealing food, secretly afraid of being discovered."

"It's great if you have something to eat." Lao Lang drank the water in the cup in one breath, and his stomach had a little bottom. He felt much better now, "Wang Sen, how many bullets do you have?"

"There are less than thirty shots left," Wang Sen looked through the magazine, "Uncle Zhou, what should we do next?"

"Thirty rounds should be enough." Lao Lang said to himself. He raised his head and swallowed the bread in his mouth. "Let's rest for five minutes, then rush out after five minutes, and occupy the entire ship."

"You mean, hijack this ship?" Wang Sen was surprised by Lao Lang's bold idea, "We only have two of us!"

"We only have two lives." Lao Lang smiled and patted Wang Sen's shoulder, "Don't forget that Wanrong is still waiting for you to go back, young man."

"Okay." Although Wang Sen had a certain opinion on this crazy plan, when he thought of Tang Wanrong, he nodded firmly. For the sake of the girl, he would have to go back even if he sacrificed his life!

The cabin was quiet, and occasionally one or two monotonous collisions came from the narrow corridor. The two of them ran towards the cabin's cabin, one in front and one behind. As long as they controlled the cabin, other things would be easier to do.

Suddenly, a creaking sound came from a closed wooden door. Both of them were shocked and hurriedly pointed their swords and guns at the wooden door. In Wang Sen's astonished gaze, a little mouse with dirt crawled out of the crack of the door with difficulty, looked at the two of them, shook their four calves and ran away for death.

"It's a small waste..." Wang Sen took a breath, frightening himself very much. Before he could breathe evenly, he felt that someone was hit hard on his back, and then shouted loudly, "Look down!"

The stormy bullet instantly knocked the wooden door full of holes. The bullets flew over Wang Sen's back and turned his backpack into rags. Wang Sen's body had just landed on the ground and the muzzle quickly turned around, and shot through the opposite side of the wooden door until all the bullets were shot.

The gunshot stopped, and the smoke filled the gunpowder, which made Wang Sen unable to open his eyes. Blood kept oozing from Lao Lang's wrist, and he was shot.

"Uncle Zhou, how are you?" Wang Sen squatted down and asked with concern. Old Wolf waved his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and pulled out a roll of bandage from his backpack that had been ragged behind Wang Sen to wrap the wound. "Skin trauma is quite sturdy."

There were still several people struggling in the room. Wang Sen killed three of them and injured two of them. He secretly called luck and killed people through the door. In addition to the luck of killing the master's chastity, the black soldiers such as Hehe did not understand tactics and did not know that self-covering had a lot to do with it.

Lao Lang picked up all five AK47s together, and only collected more than 30 bullets in total. These black soldiers were simply a group of prodigal men. When they shot guns, they would buckle them all in one breath. They would never let go until they finished shooting. Lao Lang cursed angrily, and still gave Wang Sen a gun and more than a dozen bullets. "Boy, save some use, there is not much inventory."

Wang Sen looked at the old-fashioned ak47 and filled the bullets one by one into the magazine. Lao Lang tried to install the bayonet on the gun. When the clamping sound made a crisp sound, he wiped his sweat. At this time, a chaotic footsteps came from the corridor, saying language they couldn't understand. The two of them secretly called out, and they were blocked in the door!

"Pile the corpses!" Lao Lang ordered in an unquestionable tone. He was afraid that Wang Sen would be soft-hearted for a moment and could not bear to use the dead bodies as a shield. However, Wang Sen didn't even say a word, and directly raised the butt stock to kill the two struggling injuries, stacked the five corpses at the door. The two of them held their hands tightly and looked at the door vigilantly.

The enemy began to attack. The black tactics were of certain viewability and extremely impractical. They liked to dance, and of course they also liked to dance two steps when shooting. When Wang Sen secretly watched the enemies in front of him dance and fired while shooting, and the bullets were flying all over the sky, he couldn't help but worry about them. If they were injured by stray bullets in this way, wouldn't it be a loss?

"Wow wow wow lira!" The group of black men shouted slogans that Wang Sen couldn't understand at all, and frantically sprayed bullets into the room, killing the wood chips everywhere. Lao Lang hung his muzzle helplessly. These people's performance art was too much fun.

"Three, two, one!" The two of them whispered quietly. When they counted, they suddenly rushed out from behind the pile of corpses and hugged the black man standing outside and fired. The black man was busy pouring out bullets and was dizzy by the sudden raid. Lao Lang shot all the bullets in the gun, shouted with the gun, and rushed over. The bayonet was installed at the muzzle and stabbed into a black man's chest. He raised his foot and kicked his lower abdomen. The bayonet was pulled out and brought out a blood arrow. Lao Lang paused for a moment and turned his gaze to another black man.

The black man was frightened by the bloody scene just now, so he simply threw the gun on the ground, knelt on the ground with a plop, muttering in his mouth and didn't know what to say. Wang Sen rushed forward and raised his hand to slam a black soldier's head. He was about to take down the black guy in front of him, but Lao Lang waved his hand, "He is saying that the Chinese are treating prisoners preferentially."

"Damn, so enlightened!" Wang Sen immediately looked at the black man in front of him with admiration, grabbed his collar, and said a few words in English. The general idea was to lead the way and do what he refused, otherwise he would open your head.

The black man nodded repeatedly, but in fact he didn't understand anything Wang Sen said. After Wang Sen finished speaking, the black man spoke in a standard Beijing dialect. "I'm sorry, your English is too difficult. Can you please speak Chinese?"

Wang Sen felt a little dizzy.

The cargo ship honked its horn and set sail. Marco ordered all the soldiers on the ship to be on guard and must kill the two guys, otherwise we would have great trouble. So both in the cabin and on the deck were full of soldiers holding guns, staring at every corner with vigilance.

"Say, where is your armory?" Wang Sen grabbed the neck of the black soldier who could speak Chinese, "Take us there now!"

"Okay." The black soldier seemed very scared, "Please let go, don't worry, I won't escape. You must be curious why I speak Chinese, because I have been studying in Beijing for three years. You see, you won't believe it, right? I like Shichahai in Beijing the most. Every spring, flowers bloom there. Wow, it's so beautiful. I have been to the Great Wall.

"Shut up!" Wang Sen pinched his throat, and the black man gasped hard, blinking innocently with Wang Sen's restriction of his freedom of speech.

At the end of the cabin, several soldiers were guarded by Lao Lang winked at Wang Sen. Wang Sen understood and pinched the mouth of the rapist black man, stuffed a piece of triazolium lunlun into his mouth, and patted him hard on his back. The black soldier purred and swallowed the pills and looked at Wang Sen with confusion, "What are you giving me? Are you cough tablets?"

"Fall down!" Wang Sen kicked him, and the black man fell to the ground in a daze, falling asleep.

Wang Sen and Lao Lang were on the same side, and neatly broke the necks of the guard soldiers, gently put their bodies down, picked up the rifle in their hands, and tiptoed towards the gate of the armory.

There were noises in the armory, and the cheap video player placed on the table was holding a thrilling DJ. The black people stepped on the floor with a rhythm and shook their heads from time to time, looking very devoted.

The two of them looked at each other and had no choice but to these black people.
Chapter completed!