Chapter 119: War from the script

? ? ? ? Andre's face was dumbfounded.
"Hoo..." Breathing out, Lao Huang trembles and wants to stand up.
Andrea hurriedly helped him, only to find a few 5cm long and 2cm deep wounds on Lao Huang's leg. He turned back and said, "Call Mike."
"Instructor, Dr. Mike is not here."
"Then call the person in there."
He helped Lao Huang sit in the chair, and before Andre had time to speak, he heard him say: "Andre, throw that man out, and he will not be allowed to come in from today."
"Did you hear what Huang said? Throw him out for me." Andrei didn't care why. For him, Wang Sui was a small and insignificant figure.
The same is true of Qiao Qiao'er, who covers her face and cries on the ground, where there are only monks, Lao Huang and Yan Yan, which deserves his attention and attention.
"Wait." Qiao Qiaoer wiped her tears, got up and rummaged through the fallen cabinet, and finally found two yellowed papers that were folded up and kept in good condition.
Qiao Qiaoer bit her lower lip fiercely, grasping both sides of the paper with both hands, tearing it hard.
Tear
The paper shredded into the palm of your hand was thrown forward. Among the falling scraps of paper, a large word of "Hi" stood out.
"Wang Sui, from today, we two... cut off two cuts." It was the marriage certificate of the two who was torn by her, issued by the Republic of China.
"Throw it out." Lao Huang shouted with a flash of joy under his eyes, shouting with pain in his leg.
The two trainees stepped forward, holding Wang Sui's arm from left to right, and took him out of the way.
"Instructor Andre, who was injured." The newly recruited doctor hurried over, carrying the medicine chest in his hand.
"Here." Andrea pointed at Lao Huang.
"Oh, my God! How can it hurt so badly." Seeing the injury behind Lao Huang's thigh, the doctor exclaimed: "Help me carry him to the clinic. These wounds need to be sutured."
"It's okay, hiss..." Old Huang Chengqiang still wanted to stand up and walk by himself. As soon as the thigh was pressed hard, the bean-sized sweat beads flowed down the forehead.
"Don't try to be brave." Qiao Qiaoer stepped forward and pressed his shoulders with concern: "Yan Yan, talk to them quickly and help carry your father over."
"Ah!" Yan Yan greeted someone to carry Lao Huang to the clinic, and Qiao Qiaoer followed.
"You said, wouldn't it be okay?" Standing at the door of the clinic, he heard the muffled noises made by Lao Huang from time to time, and Qiao Qiaoer's anxious palm was all sweat.
"It's okay, it's definitely okay." Yan Yan couldn't help but panic, and her little cunning eyes didn't have the cunning of the past, worrying that her father would leave the root of the disease.
It was not a joke that a few deep mouths were pulled out of the head and legs this year.
If you accidentally cause an infection, it will really kill you. Fortunately, you haven't hurt your bones or bones. Otherwise, this leg might be unsustainable.
"Dad, what do you say you are prestigious!" Yan Yan didn't feel that Lao Huang was handsome just now, just like pointing at his nose and screaming: "What if you want me to lose it?"
Tossing and turning, the two walked around the operating room without stopping for a minute.
Click~
The door of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out of it.
"Andy, how is my dad?" Yan Yan asked when he stepped forward and grabbed him.
"Very well, rest assured, BOSS gave me a monthly salary of 600 US dollars, but not to see you cry." Andy joked easily.
"Yan Yan, how is it?" Qiao Qiaoer asked for help.
"The doctor said that my father was fine, and the operation was very smooth." Yan Yan wiped tears with a smile.
"Sorry, blame me..." Qiao Qiaoer murmured sadly.
"Aunt Qiao, go in and see my father!" Yan Yan interrupted her.
"Okay, I'll go in and see." Qiao Qiaoer couldn't care about the sentiment when he heard that he could see Lao Huang.
"Come." Lao Huang was lying on the hospital bed, his painful teeth grinning, his face pale.
Anesthesia is very dangerous in this era, plus only trauma, Lao Huang insisted on not applying anesthetics.
Gritting his teeth hard and letting Andy finish the stitching, it hurts him, and the last few shots couldn't hold back, and the whole person started to sway on the bed.
If the nurse beside him pressed him, the wound that had just been sutured must have broken open again.
"Those girls are so powerful." Thinking of the two nurses who were tall and squeezing his shoulders and bare feet, they held him straight. Old Huang always felt awkward.
"Don't talk, take a good rest, and wait for me to cook some chicken broth for you. Is there anything you want to eat?" Qiao Qiaoer asked with distress.
Can Lao Huang know her mind?
If you don’t know, it’s just to deceive yourself as a fool.
But she did that, and for a decade of cheating, she always felt that she could not be looked down upon by herself, or that her son Wang Kui should be poked in the back.
Today, seeing Lao Huang so excited, even Qiao Qiaoer didn't expect it.
He always thought that because of loneliness, Lao Huang wanted to find someone to live with, but what had happened before shattered this ‘affirmation’.
It turned out that the honest people started the fire, much more terrible than the ruthless people.
"Just want to eat your fried beef miscellaneous." Lao Huang smiled reluctantly.
"That cow is so mischievous that you can't eat it with spicy seeds. You can't eat spicy food now." Qiao Qiaoer still has some common sense after spending ten years in Murray.
"Then drink soup!" Lao Huang did not refute and said with a smile.
"Daddy, you laugh like a fool." Yan Yan, who peeked through the door, couldn't help it.
"What are you doing, don't you need to go to school tomorrow? Go, go home and go to bed." Seeing her daughter, Lao Huang's face will take the attitude of Yan Fu.
"Slightly, you two are getting tired! It's true, I told Wang Kui brother, I don't object to the two of you being together, what ink is you doing..."
Yan Yan made a grimace and whispered out of the gate.
"..." Lao Huang and Qiao Qiaoer were embarrassed in the room.
I was most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, but at this moment, neither of them knew what to say.
Lao Huang is a stupid man. When he is a big housekeeper, he is also reticent every day. He does much more than he says. Li Zitao likes this very much.
But in the current situation, this became his weakness, his mouth opened several times, just couldn't say a word.
"I'll cook the soup." Qiao Qiaoer couldn't bear the depression in the air, and said she would go out.
"Wait." Old Huang reached out and stopped her, and his voice became hoarse.
"Qiaoer, both of us..." Lao Huang smashed his mouth, and then the words got stuck again.
"Well." Without making Huang anxious, Qiao Qiaoer nodded back to him, and ran out with a snort.
"Hey, hey..." Lao Huang sat on the bed, laughing like a fool.
...
Li Zitao was completely unaware of the excitement in the 22nd district. This was when he was lying in the Roosevelt Hotel, pillowed on Garbo's thigh, reading a letter from Samoot.
"BOSS, the natives here are too savage, they are not like my countrymen at all, because of care, 7 brothers left me."
"BOSS, how should I explain to their family, why..."
The first two pages are Samoot’s painful self-blame. Out of identification with the ‘brother’, after entering the colony and arriving at the mining area, he wanted to talk to each other.
Who knows that it is not smiles and warm hugs that greet them, but dense bullets and grenades, and even a rocket.
Samoyed fled back in embarrassment, but only 20 of his 20 companions followed, all of them wounded.
They then launched a counterattack, with the help of the steel plate-mounted cars and the powerful firepower of the Chicago typewriter, plus the secret support of the US military.
Summer had to back two mines in one fell swoop, leaving blood lessons for the other.
Digging trenches and arranging defenses with barbed wire, Samote also bought mines from the American Army through Morgan’s liaison and arranged minefields.
"..." This is a full battle!
Li Zitao was a little flustered. Nima's plan was a little bit different from his plan.
Behind those indigenous people are Y sauce, F sauce, D sauce, such old powers, you are so big, are you afraid of a thunderstorm under your head?
I thought it would be easier to solve the problem of sending Satsuma. The big deal is to pay the other party a protection fee. If you have money, you can earn it together and how nice it is.
Who knows that the script is a bit out of line, Li Zitao couldn't sit still.
"Dwight hasn't called back yet?" Li Zhitao called the think tank and asked about Dwight.
"Not yet, BOSS, what happened?" Ben's voice came from the opposite side.
"Your holiday is over?" Li Zitao said unexpectedly.
"I heard about the pension and came back early~EbookFREE.me~ I have to say that your plan is great, but it's a pity..."
"This matter has passed, sooner or later..." Li Zitao took the conversation back again, thinking of the confidentiality of the phone in this era.
"If Dwight has news, contact me as soon as possible." Li Zitao wanted to know when the "veteran" he was sending would be available.
Don’t you want to add sand to SHIELD?
It just so happened that I had a difficult task here and I will leave it to you.
Li Zitao wanted to take this group of people to the top tank in Africa. Anyway, they were all bad-hearted guys, and they didn't feel bad even if they died.
As for the issue of compensation, there is naturally the Lawrence's Metropolitan Life Insurance.
Li Zitao would be able to understand why Ellen called him and offered to protect the safety of the members of SHIELD.
It must have been decided at that time that the big brothers had to kick him out of the game without playing with him.
The policy of MetLife Insurance is regarded as compensation by Elland. Of course, he represents the Rockefeller family.
"It's okay, since you are back, I think you will handle everything in think tanks." Speaking of trust, this is definitely the first sequence.
This smart, calm and capable man made Li Zitao very satisfied and thankful.
Without him, Li Zitao would never be able to gain today's harvest, and still have such a smooth wind, without worrying about trivial matters.
"Of course, leave it to me." Ben said with certainty.
Hanging up the phone, Li Zitao thought about dialing the Los Angeles branch again to get Hans.
"BOSS." Hans picked up the phone and said.
"Hans, I need two instructors to go to Africa. The task of Samoot is a little troublesome. Do you have any recommendation?" Li Zitao said straightforwardly.