Naruto: Treasure Merchant

Dealing with enemies is much easier than using intelligence. The cowboy laughed and blew the muzzle, very satisfied with the deterrent effect of the revolver in his hand.

Wu Youde shocked everyone, Wu Youde opened the window and looked down, saw his hand smashed on the ground, two foreigners who did not know each other stood in the middle, but chatted very easily, sometimes they were worried.

"Haha, there are people upstairs, they are mine!"

Hei Qiao raised his head and saw an earth-shattering laughter, and then flicked away the two heads in his hands, he was smashed and rushed upstairs in four steps.

Hei Qiao opened the iron door with one foot, and then opened his hands. He rushed in like a beast. Once inside, he didn't say anything, and when he saw someone, it was a lateral push. For a while, there was a shout from the house, and he turned into a pot of porridge.

"Mick, what the hell is this?"

"I'm nothing!" Hei Qiao returned to Wu Youde, then grabbed Wu Youde and threw him out. Wu Youde's body flew several meters in the air, squatted on several thugs, and then fainted.

Obey him!"

Zhao Shiru shouted, hiding behind a few thugs, without shouting escort. But the shouts were stunned. Hei Qiao smiled, looked at him, and then moved to Zhao Shiru with a hill-like body.

The batsman behind him had a stick behind Joe's head, but the sturdy stick had actually split into two pieces, and Joe snorted slightly, raised his hand, scratched his head, and as if very confused, he whispered, "Damn mosquitoes." "

"Uh..." the batter was dumbfounded. Just now took that stick stuck to the black man as actually a mosquito ...

"Mix, whoever you are, you're dead!"

Anger and destruction, take out a pistol and shoot at Black Joe, but that just raised hand, the gun will disappear, and the mind is firm, actually in Black Joe's hands!

"I hate the use of guns the most, that's the guy who uses girls and little white faces. Guys, either rocket launchers or fists!"

The sound of the boxing fell, and the five fingers tightened again, and Yan Li believed that the pistol that imitated May Fourth was pinched into several parts, and fragments fell from the fingers.

"Strange... Monster!" Inflammation saw and took a breath, is this guy still alone?

"Racism is not tolerated, but it also treats me as a monster, and I will punish you!" Black Joe snorted in a rough voice, his body was short, like an avatar turned into a small tank, shoulders, ran two steps and rushed towards Yan.

"No, don't..."

Begged for mercy, but it was too late, and the next second, his body was hit by a real tank, took off, hit God's platform a few meters away, he was shocked and fainted.

Seeing that the three leaders were smashed, the rest of the thugs were frightened to the extreme, but there was no way, the blacks in front of them were completely beyond their imagination of the enemy. Usually, the opponents they encounter are more combative, but in front of this foreigner, playing is not normal!

Many people were scared on the spot. They don't know how to move in the field, which makes them field targets. Blake turned his head and slammed it into the house, pushing it into the room for less than half a minute. Kung Fu, everyone is lying down, yelling, and it is not too much to describe him as sad.

"How many people are there? Hei Qiao glanced at the room, and no one was standing.

At this time, an old man and a young man walked out. The old man in the East was dressed in cotton and linen, and the child's face was full of hair. He looks like a man of high manners, and he exudes a thick wind. A faint smile on his face and wisdom in his eyes.

The young man behind the old man is also Oriental, but he does not look like the ancients, but he tends to look like a Thea. His face was calm, even a little cold. He followed behind the old man's eyes, his hands were casual, but they were hidden in the sleeves of the cotton coat, meaningless. The temperament is not very good. Vulgar.

The old man walked into the room and said leisurely to Joe, the black man.

"Wow, Master, can't you come in five minutes? I was just halfway done and now I forgot!

"Important idiots with insufficient IQ. There were 38 people in total. The young man behind the old man called Master said weakly.

How many people fell downstairs?'" Joe's eyes opened and he turned to look at the young man named Solo.

"Thirty-nine. Solo said.

"What? Thirty-nine... No, I have to find one more, no, it should be two, before I can win him!" said Black Joe to himself, immediately wandering around the room, actually starting to look for someone.

"Stupid, you bought me, I will testify for you and prove that you are more important than him. Solo despised Joe the Black.

"What? That's a good idea! Haha! Drink tonight, you also have a share, anyway, little white face treat! Joe thought for a moment, it was Solo's idea. Totally agreed, I laughed again.

"Okay, game time is over. Boys, take the three of them, the owner is still waiting for us. Husband, he said with a smile.

When I went downstairs, the gangsters were still stunned by the cowboy's gun, but they also saw three bosses caught by three freaks. They were all stunned for a while. I don't know how it is.

At this time, standing in these gangs was not only the white young Joe, but also a young man wearing glasses. This person is Yan Ying, the sniper of the Black Hawk mercenaries.

Since Yan Jing was with these people, the identities of these four people were already very obvious. They are the other four core members of the Black Hawk Mercenary Group. Although they are suitable for all ages, they are ethnic. There are whites and Theans, but their boss is the same person, that is, Gaoyi!