flstandardbreds Chapter 107 I'm here to donate a helicopter, not to donate my life.
Chapter 107 I'm here to donate a helicopter, not to donate my life.
He Fan had used all his strength in that kick, but unexpectedly, the other person dodged it...
He Fan thought to himself: No wonder they're soldiers, their reaction time is much faster than that of the bald guy and his gang.
The double-door refrigerator also began to take the little girl in front of it seriously.
He Fan darted around like a monkey.
But this double-door refrigerator isn't slow to respond.
The two fought back and forth, creating quite a spectacle.
Although He Fan is already 65 years old, his physical condition is still far inferior to that of soldiers who have undergone rigorous high-intensity training.
Soon, He Fan was overtaken by the relentlessly pursuing double-door refrigerator.
I don't know why this person dislikes her so much.
His fists were aimed straight at her beautiful face.
He Fan: Damn it, is this guy anti-American?
The system fanned the flames in He Fan's mind: Host, have more confidence, go for it.
Driven to desperation, He Fan stopped trying to dodge.
He used his own fist to catch the fist that was thrown at him.
I don't know if the double-door refrigerator wasn't being used at full power or what.
He Fan suddenly confronted him head-on, and his punch sent him staggering back a step.
Seizing the opportunity, He Fan rushed forward.
Fists rained down on him like a storm, each punch landing squarely.
It doesn't matter whether you're targeting the chest, abs, or biceps.
A flurry of punches rained down on him. Whether the 'double-door refrigerator' felt any pain or not, He Fan's knuckles were cracking loudly.
The man watched He Fan 'go crazy' with remarkable composure, and resignedly followed He Fan's steps, slowly retreating.
Seeing that he was no longer resisting, He Fan slowed down the pace of his punches.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly grabbed He Fan's wrists.
"Holy crap, you cheated! Didn't you say you weren't going to fight anymore?"
After struggling for a while, He Fan was really about to explode with anger.
There's no way to avoid it, and you can't beat it in a fight.
The man held He Fan's hands firmly in his grasp, causing He Fan's sense of security to plummet and a surge of annoyance to rise within him.
Before the other person could speak, He Fan grabbed his wrist and used the momentum to leap up to a height similar to that of a double-door refrigerator.
Perhaps the man's arm strength was too great, He Fan supported himself with both hands, suspended in the air, and gave the man a cryptic smile.
Then He Fan closed his eyes and smashed his head hard against the man's skull.
The man realized something was wrong, but it was too late to react.
"Boom~"
The sound of a forehead colliding with the top of the head rang out.
Both of them fell straight to the ground.
......
"Hey hey hey~ Ouch."
"You're too ruthless, little girl."
An urgent voice and footsteps came from behind.
But both of them lying on the ground felt dizzy and disoriented.
I didn't even bother to figure out where the sound was coming from.
He Fan felt as if the bones in his skull were about to shatter.
"Hey, it's just a friendly spar, why are you going all out?"
The person speaking was Xing Fei, who had been observing from the shadows.
Upon hearing Xing Fei's voice, the double-door refrigerator quickly got up from the ground, clutching its head.
He saluted Xing Fei, swaying unsteadily.
"Major General!"
Xing Fei looked at the big guy with a constipated expression.
This guy is one of the soldiers he leads. He's a great fighter and has strong execution skills, but he's not very quick-witted.
"Okay, okay, you should go back and rest for a while. If you feel unwell, go to the infirmary."
The double-door refrigerator gave a proper salute, its voice booming, "Yes, sir!!!"
Xing Fei waved his hand, telling the people to get off quickly.
The double-door refrigerator staggered back home.
You can't walk straight; this road is simply not straight.
Deputy General Mo arrived late, with crumbs of an unfinished hamburger still around his mouth.
"This, this, this..."
Xing Fei was furious; this whole thing was a mess.
He had originally heard Zhang Bingkun say that He Fan was quite skilled, so he thought he would try his hand at it.
That's how they beat someone up like this...
"What the heck? Quick, help him to the infirmary."
Perhaps feeling some residue on his lips, Vice General Mo wiped his mouth with his elbow.
They carefully helped He Fan up from the ground.
"Let's go, Miss He, let's go take a look first."
He Fan's senses gradually returned.
"Uncle Mo... what brings you to my house?"
Deputy General Mo: "..."
Xing Fei: "......"
Oh no, I've knocked my future daughter-in-law senseless.
After saying that, He Fan felt something was wrong.
"Uncle Mo, a double-door refrigerator just hit me."
Deputy General Mo: "..."
Xing Fei followed behind, not daring to say a word.
Oh no, oh no, I've really messed up.
The infirmary wasn't far away, and He Fan was helped inside by Deputy General Mo and Xing Fei.
As soon as He Fan entered the door, she saw the double-door refrigerator that had hit her earlier lying inside.
"Hey! Hey! This one! Uncle Mo, you deal with him."
Ignoring his dizziness, He Fan stumbled over and grabbed his clothes.
"I've caught him. Remember who he is, or he'll get away again."
The people inside the room: "..."
Deputy General Mo looked at the culprit behind this incident: Xing Fei.
An awkward silence fell over the room.
The army doctor spoke first: "Get off, get off, do you have a headache too? Lie down on that bed."
Seeing the doctor's instructions, He Fan had no choice but to obey and obediently lay down on the hospital bed.
That big guy is completely convinced now, and he's covering his head, feeling a bit nauseous.
But he still remembered to salute Xing Fei and Deputy General Mo.
In the end, it was only by the military doctor pressing down on him with all his might that they were able to stop him.
They both checked it over.
I'm sure there's nothing wrong with my brain.
The military doctor then kicked these people out of the infirmary.
......
Xing Fei brought everyone to his office.
After hearing the whole story, He Fan had a headache and started talking passionately in his office.
"Look at you, the leader asked you to have a competition with me, not to come and hunt me down."
"Why are you working so hard? Can't you think outside the box?"
"And you, Major General Xing! Commander Xing! I'm just donating a helicopter, I'm not here to donate my life."
"Why did you bring in such a killer to compete with me?"
Xing Fei was also a little guilty at this moment.
Someone came to donate a helicopter, and it almost shattered their skull.
He Fan took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
After all, he's a major general, so I shouldn't be too arrogant. I'll still need his help in the future.
"Ouch, my head hurts~"
Just now, Deputy General Mo didn't dare to speak, fearing that if he made a sound, He Fan would scold him as well.
Seeing He Fan like this now, I feel so sorry for him.
"How are you? Should I take you to another hospital for another checkup?"
Xing Fei also felt extremely guilty.
"Hey, I heard you were good at fighting, but look what's happened."
He Fan didn't reply, he just kept covering his forehead and groaning.
"Ouch~ My head hurts~"
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