pick up an alien

Chapter 90 Mickey's Qualifications (210)

Just wait and wait.

Can you still come along the wireless network and hit me?
nonexistent.

Because of meeting such mentally handicapped teammates, Mu Changan felt a little disturbed, and was not in the mood to continue playing games, so he turned off his phone and leaned against the eaves of the door to look outside in a daze.

sunset.

The grocery store is really cold.

"dududu~"

A Hippo off-road vehicle came galloping with its dull engine sound, and stopped in front of Mu Changan's grocery store.

"squeak~"

The passenger door was opened, and a young man in military uniform got out.

He is very handsome, full of righteousness, with a Chinese character face, and his eyes are particularly bright.

How to say that idiom: what star is the eye.

Yes, that's what it means.

"Hello, are you Mu Changan?" The young man asked kindly with a smile on his face, revealing his white and neat teeth.

Quite a bit jealous.

Mu Changan got up and replied with a smile, "Hi, I'm Mu Changan."

"Hi, I'm Mickey." The other party gave a military salute and replied seriously.

The surname is Mi.

Maybe it's related to that 'ultra-fierce Cerebellar Axe'?
According to rumors, Emperor Hippo has only one daughter under his knees.

While thinking about it, Mickey went to the back of the off-road vehicle and opened the trunk, and with one hand, he first took out a long box nearly one meter long and half a meter wide, and then a small boxy box.

"Here are the things you need." Mickey handed two things to Mu Changan.

Mu Changan took one in each hand, and found that it was quite heavy. If it wasn't for his current cultivation, he would have made a fool of himself.

"Can we go in and talk about the specific operation method? It's not very convenient here." Mickey glanced at this lotus street. Although there are few people, there are still people passing by in twos and threes. It is definitely not easy to take out heavy weapons in such a large crowd. OK

"Of course, please come in." Mu Changan turned sideways and invited the other party to enter his grocery store.

Then immediately Li Feng got up to fight.

It was only then that Mu Changan remembered that he had given her an order not to let anyone else enter the grocery store, so he quickly controlled her the moment she got up.

"This is?" Mickey looked suspiciously at Li Feng, who was tightly wrapped in armor, and his eyes inadvertently flicked across the feet wearing embroidered shoes.

This match...

It's hard to say.

"Don't worry about her, this is an employee in the store, you go out and watch over it." Mu Changan asked Li Feng to wait outside the door in a daze, while he put the things on the ground and opened them one by one.

A mess of parts, and two pipes a little bigger than a fist, and a lot of rockets lying in another boxy box.

He has seen these in TV series.

"This is the rpg-7 shoulder-launched individual rocket. It supports one-person operation. The attack range is within 200 to 1000 meters. It can cause huge damage to enemy personnel and various air-to-ground targets." Mickey bent down and picked up the parts. It started to assemble, and it was assembled into a long bazooka after a few clicks.

Kind of cool.

Mu Changan stretched out his hand to touch it.

Cold, hard as metal.

"This is to pull the trigger. When launching the rocket, you should pay attention to the grip posture, keep it flat, and the whole body should not be too far back, so as not to hurt yourself if the back seat is too big..."

A clear voice of narration slowly sounded from the grocery store, and from time to time, Mu Changan's voice of asking for advice could be heard.

Until night falls.

"Okay, I've finished all the specific usage and techniques, so don't bother Mr. Mu, let's leave." Mickey glanced at the half-obscured night, the task was almost completed, and it was time to leave.

With a bazooka in his hand, Mu Changan was familiarizing himself with how to control the rpg-7 shoulder-resistant individual rockets. Seeing that Mickey was about to leave, he was just about to nod in agreement when he suddenly remembered something, put down the rockets quickly, and greeted: "Mickey Major!"

Mickey took back the leg that had already been sold, turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Is there anything else Mr. Mu can do?"

He was wearing a military uniform, with two bars and one star on his shoulders for the rank of colonel, so it was not a problem for him to be called a major by Mu Changan.

"May I ask, what is your job?" Mu Changan enthusiastically ran into the room, poured a glass of water and handed it to Mickey, asking seemingly casually.

Mickey subconsciously took the glass of water.

A little bit shy.

He explained here just now that the other party didn't give him a glass of water for almost an hour.

Why did you suddenly remember it when you were leaving?

But after talking for such a long time, he was really thirsty, so he picked up the water glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"I'm dissatisfied with Mr. Mu, I'm an elite member of the special forces, but it's not convenient to say the specifics." After drinking a glass of water, Mickey did not forget to answer the question.

not very convenient?

Mu Chang'an remained calm, and asked in a low voice, "I wonder how Major Mi's cultivation is?"

When Mickey heard this, an embarrassing look appeared on his face, he hesitated for a while, and then replied: "An ordinary person."

He was an ordinary person!

but it does not matter.

"Has Major Nami thought about going further?" Mu Changan continued to ask.

"What does Mr. Mu mean?" Mickey asked, frowning.

Mu Changan smiled without saying a word, went to the area of ​​martial arts and martial arts, took a second-grade exercise and came back, patted the book, and said solemnly: "This is the second-grade exercise for strengthening muscles. It will take one year, or two years at the longest, and you will surely step into the state of concentration."

Mickey looked at the second-grade exercise in Mu Changan's hand, with a look of surprise on his face.

The small grocery store actually sells second-grade exercises.

No wonder my cousin asked me to be more respectful. It seems that Mr. Mu's background should not be underestimated.

It's just that this exercise is a bit redundant for him.

Thinking of this, Mickey replied: "Mr. Mu, although the second-grade exercises are precious, I still have a few copies at home."

There are second-grade exercises at home!

Then why is he still an ordinary person after five years of spiritual recovery?

As if seeing Mu Changan's doubts, Mickey directly said: "I'm not afraid of Mr. Mu's jokes. My physique is a bit special. Even if there are third-grade exercises in front of me, I'm afraid I won't be able to step on the road of cultivation."

His surname is Mi, and he is the nephew of Emperor Hippo. Naturally, there is no shortage of resources. There are relics that continue to reveal martial arts and martial arts. Heaven, material and earth treasures give him to practice, but his constitution is limited and he cannot practice.

So until now, he is still an ordinary person
Pure crap.

Just a little better than his cousin Mi Zhu.

Be stronger.

"There's something wrong with your physique..." Mu Changan frowned, and this problem was more serious.

Problems like this cannot be solved by high-grade martial arts and martial arts skills, they must be cured at the root.

"Mr. Mu, I'll leave if there's nothing else to do." Mickey clasped his fists and saluted.

"Let's shake hands, thank you Major Mi for your explanation." Mu Changan suddenly extended his hand.

Mickey froze for a moment, then held out his hand.

Hold hands together.

'Mickey: Shareholder of Hippo Group, substitute member of special practice team, rank of major. '

What about the agreed elite members?

(End of this chapter)