Super Weapon Exchange System

"Oh, yes, what's going on?" This is a long rope, and everyone's right arms are tied to this rope one by one. At this time, there are still people who have not recovered.

Xiang Jing just pressed the horn, and then stepped on the accelerator, the wheel slipped a little and started to move forward.

The rope was straightened, and the first **** who was tied up, who was still sitting at this time, did not stand up. As soon as the car started, he was dragged by the rope, dragging the whole person twice. Three meters.

His buttocks rubbed against the ground. Although he was wearing cotton trousers, it was still aching, and his arm felt like he was going to be pulled down, and he couldn't help shouting.

Then, the car stopped, and the little **** couldn't help cursing: "You're looking for death, you owe a girl!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Jing's expression changed, and then he slammed the accelerator again.

The car has been fitted with the four-wheel drive, and all four tires are turning, driving the car body forward. At this time, the first gangster screamed: "Oh, no, dying, dying!"

The second **** saw the rope on his arm straightened. If he didn’t do anything else, he would definitely be dragged like the first one. So, he had no choice but to run after him quickly. , I'll be fine when I run!

Just treat it as a good exercise, except that the place is a bit slippery.

Then, the third, the fourth.

Between every two people, the distance between the ropes is about two meters, so that even if the first one falls, there will be time to react later.

Now, except for the first one being dragged, everyone else has time to stand up and run together.

"Damn!" Brother Xue couldn't help cursing. He originally wanted to untie the rope, but the rope was so weird that he couldn't untie it at all. At this time, it was his turn.

If you don't want to be dragged along, you have to stand up and follow along!

Nima, isn't this playing Laozi?

"Crunch." The car in front stopped.

At this time, the **** in the front had no time to swear. He quickly got up, almost just getting up, and then the car in front started moving again!

Run, run, if you don't want to be dragged down, you can only follow along!

From a distance, a magnificent scene was formed, with a 212 in front, and more than twenty young lads behind. These lads lined up in a row like grasshoppers on a rope. Run forward.

"One, two, one, one, two, one." Qin Guan suddenly changed into a horn in the car, and started shouting to the back: "The pace is uniform and uniform."

The people behind were cursing in their hearts, but no one dared to say so, just like that, they could only run with their heads stuffed.

"Huh, huh." Wang Lijun gasped, feeling that he couldn't run anymore.

As a former factory tyrant, as the son of the deputy factory manager, Wang Lijun can get special things from the master in the cafeteria. For example, when he is cooking, he can take a spoon down and see a lot of meat. Then, the master's arms and wrists shake twice. The meat is gone, and the Chinese cabbage gang is left.

But when Wang Lijun went, it was definitely full of meat.

Therefore, Wang Lijun's body is actually quite strong, but, similar to those dudes, he lacks exercise!

Wang Lijun is not interested in exercising. He doesn't even take part in the morning jogs in the factory every day. Therefore, he can't bear to run suddenly now.

"Come on, everyone, now we have run a third." Qin Guan raised his horn and continued to shout.

what? Ran a third? The people behind were suddenly shocked. Is this going to run around the grassland city?

The Prairie City is not as big as the next generation, and it is only equivalent to the city center of the next generation. But even so, if you run a circle around the Prairie City, it will be seven or eight kilometers!

Who can run that far?

"No, no, we can't run that far." Someone behind shouted.

"What? You are very excited, the speed is not enough? Okay, let's speed up!"

When Qin Guan shouted, Xiang Jing stepped on the accelerator heavily, and a black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe of 212, and the people behind immediately became anxious.

Run, run! If this runs slowly, it will be dragged down. It's terrible!

They can only shake off their feet and run together.

In the cotton-padded clothes, I was sweating a long time ago, but no one could untie the cotton-padded clothes, so they could only keep running.

Fortunately, Xiang Jing was also afraid that they would be disabled by playing, so he didn't continue to accelerate, and only increased the speed to restore the original speed.

Behind this group of people are still running.

Everyone dare not speak, it takes effort to speak, they can only adjust their breathing, adapt to this rhythm, and run along!

Qin Guan holding the trumpet, still shouting to them: "Everyone is running well, adjust your breathing, yes, this is the way we are, we are just in the state, do you want to have another circle?"

"Well, you didn't answer? That must be necessary, let's go around again!"

Haha, so cool!

Qin Guan was in a good mood. When the devil was teasing herself, she was very upset, but now, it is fun to tease others with the devil!

Qin Guan didn't think of how to deal with these people just now. He drove off after getting out of the car, who knows, this devil had a new idea.

These little gangsters are still energetic, and they actually come to touch their own side. If this is the case, let them vent their energy and save them from tossing all day.

So, Qin Guan brought them down with super powers, then found the rope and tied it up. This is actually not called abuse. In the vulture army, this method was definitely quite friendly!

Now, the back is running very smoothly, in the same pace, and they all seem to have the demeanor of the troops.

"Om, hum." Just when the first circle was over, there was a sudden engine roar in front of him.

A three-wheeled side-span motorcycle appeared at the intersection in front, and came towards this side. On the motorcycle, there were three people sitting on the motorcycle. The rider in front was even more heroic.

After seeing the motorcycle, the gangsters running behind finally met a savior.

"Uncle Police, help!"

"Help, we are forced!"

"Oh yes!"

In the past, punks were the most afraid of the police, because the police arrested them, but now, if they continue to play with such a devil, they will all be killed.

Let's ask the police for help. If you have any difficulties, go to the police.

When they called the police, the car in front suddenly decelerated, so the people behind each slammed into the front one by one.

"Oh yes!"