Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Fang Lang somehow guessed some of the reasons why Li Ka-shing did this: here, Fang Lang is the chief, he has not touched lobster, and his subordinates are not suitable for eating first, but this girl also made Fang Lang's mystery: she obviously You took the initiative to kiss Ren, why do you still treat him like this?

Fang Lang stood up helplessly, broke a lobster claw, and slowly cut the delicate white shrimp meat into a faint smell. He was so quiet that he looked at him with big bright eyes. "You can eat it yourself, little orange."

"Oh, yes," Fang Lang smiled, and picked up a tie. At this moment, Zizi finally walked out of the room, walked straight to Fang Lang, and saluted him.

"Eat, eat, you're hungry." Fang Lang tried his best not to think about what he saw, but he was still embarrassed to look at their faces.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I gave you an injection just now and kept you waiting for a long time," said Lieutenant An, who was obviously embarrassed, sitting at the table and not eating right away.

"One shot. Hmm. One shot." Ren Likui smiled and squeezed out his eyes to sign. It hurts and I hate it.

"We actually had an injection," he explained uneasily, as he pulled out a small metal box, flipped the lid off, and placed it on the table in front of him. The box contained seven syringes, each half-filled, and three apparently just used.

"Who knows?" Ren Likui said, holding a crab and stroking his shoulder. "You promise."

"I've never met such a nasty person, I never seem to know how to shut up."

Everyone knows who she's talking about, Ren immediately looks like a deflated ball, his head back in his seat, crabmeat stuffed into his mouth, and no longer has any intention of teasing the threesome at night .

Fang Lang recalled what he heard at Marshal Yan's temporary headquarters, looked at the syringe and asked, "You're going to be vaccinated regularly, aren't you? What are you suppressing?"

"Actually, we don't know. It seems to dampen our neurological attack."

Hearing this, Zheng Zi sighed in his heart. It seems that Mr. Yan's virus experiment still has many flaws, "If you don't get it in time, what will happen?" He looked at the three people and asked.

The three were silent, and Zheng Zhike could clearly see their gloomy and worried eyes. After a while, Second Lieutenant An said with a wry smile: "I don't know exactly what will happen, but one comrade-in-arms seems to be crazy... His own skin is all scraped off, and he's not ready to make him happy to die."

"I'm sorry," Fang Lang said. "How long will these medicines last?"

He said: "If there are no accidents, we will have them every day.

"That's good," Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, let's eat, it's cold."

So people stopped talking and got down to eating.

After dinner, Fang Langke and his subordinates returned to their room, intending to take a rest before dawn. However, Fang Langhu, who was exhausted all night, lay on the bed, tossing and turning, not sleepy at all. He was worried about Lei Jun's casualties and the situation of Major General Yan.

But in any case, Commander Lin did not intend to hit him in the well. He used this opportunity to hit Marshal Yan. Attitude, which cannot effectively command local troops?

Although Mr. Ye kept reminding himself not to think too much about distant things, he kept thinking and dozing off. If there is no effective central government, what will the future of these civilians be like? ..