Vol 7 Chapter 16: Little Bob and 2 Cargo Huskies

The figure of the dead fat little Bob running in the ranch became a magnificent scene for this wasteland team. All the cowboys returned after completing a day of labor, looking at the temporary houses in the distance, and looking at the country-style small buildings. The construction was completed within a few days, and the interior decoration was quickly completed. They were happy even living in the temporary shack.
The best entertainment, of course, is to make a circle and watch Little Bob being chased around by the second goods Husky. The look of the fart makes people laugh, and occasionally there are a few cowboys who will be behind to run horses, Frighten this guy.
The cowboy in the crowd is not the same. He has three cattle dogs, who just came back from the ranch. They want to lie down on the grass and take a quiet breath.
Eat a large bowl of dog food.
It's almost time for dinner in the evening.
The owner of Mody, Little Poker, came with them at this time, beside the ranch, looking at the little Bob running inside, Poker looked at the Husky, one of the three silly sleds in the back, and smiled suddenly.
He smiled very insignificantly, and he patted his pet dog.
"Go! Bite him." With an order, these three cattle dogs really ran out like wild dogs. The strong little short legs threw up and chased after the fat little Bob. past.
These three bulldogs are not comparable to little huskies. They are very fast, they are very fast, and they are very energetic.
Where can Bob stand up to this level of chase, he has been thrown to the ground within a few seconds, his face is covered with grass and black dirt, volcanic ash is gone, and this black sludge is everywhere.
Little Bob howled in the grass. The little husky behind him is not very aggressive, just to eat sausages, and the two goods can be stolen when they are stolen. The three bulldogs are not him. They won't pout when they bite the of the little boobs. The fat fat twisted.
The little Bob lying on the ground was crying, and his tears came down. His frightened legs shivered, and he crawled forward with a painful expression on his face.
The opposite is the end point. Every time this end point is reached, someone will always save him.
I don't know where the power comes from. Little Bob, a super fat man, the amazing fat man crawled over.
All the cowboys were shocked. This little Bob usually struggled to walk and was a miracle. The half-sized Husky could chase him and run out of the half earth. Just this guy, he climbed a little bit, and he exhausted With all your strength, hold your hands wherever you can, with all your limbs moving forward fast.
This is really fast, faster than when he usually runs.
As soon as the effort has been reached, he has reached his destination, which is his usual end point.
There is an expressionless guy in this place, dressed in a black suit, labeled bodyguards, standing here looking at the guy in front of him, he patted it gently.
"You're safe." He said so, then the little husky seemed to know something, and quickly turned to run, holding two sausages in his mouth, this is the reward he snatched, little Bob There was no sausage on his body anymore, so it was eaten by the little husky so soon.
And the three bulldogs didn't know what was going on, and they were still aggressive, and suddenly a sharp voice came.
"Squeak!" A sound that humans can hardly hear is spreading. The sound is very small, and the people nearby can hardly hear it.
But the three dogs seemed crazy, and the owner's order was forgotten, and he turned around and ran away.
Without any hesitation, the fart rolled away.
As soon as the three dogs ran, little Bob was like a deflated balloon. He no longer had his head. He lay on the ground and panted.
The man in black waiting silently for three minutes, waiting for him to recover from paralysis of his body, and then suddenly took out an electric baton.
"Half-hour strength training now." The order was very cold.
In the distance, Polk cares more about his cattle dog. These three little treasures are his magic weapon, and they are also a must-have for managing herds. There must be no damage, so check it out.
By the way, these three dogs were very honest after running over, and they didn't bother, and didn't make a fool, so quietly, they squatted next to their master, and puffed out of their throats with pity. The sound is sharp.
Anyone who has ever owned a dog knows that this is often the sound of the barking when they are injured, and Polk painsfully strokes the hair of the three dogs to appease them.
Only the half-sized second-hand huskies, who cares nothing, fools around in the ranch, but there is one place that he absolutely does not go, that is, training little Bob.
But as soon as little Bob comes out, he will chase.
This way he has more delicious food.
He's just second-hand, not really stupid.
It makes a difference. He knows where he will suffer and where he cannot go.
This little Bob is out of luck, he is going to start training.
Everyone else is a little pastime when Bob is a pastime. This is a pastime every day for a while, and then Bob will do other things. For example, shoveling horse dung, for example, brushing horse mane.
Anyway, he always has something to do.
Old Bob has been very distressed recently, and has been working hard every day to see how his son is doing.
But every time I saw it, I couldn't bear it. I wanted to save my son.
It is a pity that the terminator of Skynet Group will not listen to anyone except Si Fan's order, and once it has started, otherwise Bob will not try to escape this day of sin unless he fails.
No one knows Bob's mood ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He is broken, helplessly standing on a body fat scale, checking the weight, no one told him this number, he is just routine.
Old Bob can be seen outside.
"Dead boys have lost more than 0.5 kilograms a day and lost more than 0.2 kilograms of fat a day in recent days."
He was amazed that although the training of Skynet Group was very tiring, the effect was also obvious, and the effect of reducing fat and weight was obvious.
He whispered in admiration: "Maybe, he still has a chance to rescue."
After speaking, the old guy gritted his teeth and left.
This is his daily routine.
Little Bob works a lot in the ranch, exercises, and eats a lot every day. His body's functions have been disordered for a long time. He is now adjusting his diet, but he eats a lot of meat.
But it's all pure lean and white.