Chapter 159: Four-in-One BB (Extra Chapter for 1800 Monthly Votes)

The predecessor of the Haiying-3 was the Haiying-2 subsonic missile, which can be regarded as a supersonic upgrade based on the Haiying-2.

The predecessor of the Haiying-2 was the Haiying-1 missile with increased range; the Haiying-1 was an extended-range version of the Shangyou-1, and the Shangyou-1 was a copy of the Big Brother's P-15 Styx missile, tracing all the way back to the 1950s.

The characteristic of the P-15 was violent brick-flying: big, dumb, black, and rough, weighing 2.5 tons; a modern warship couldn't withstand a single hit.

Inherited

Perhaps because the guest arriving at Hua Meiyan's house tonight was of some importance, various dining tables had already been set up on the lawn in front of the villa, prepared with many foods that looked quite delicious.

Today, not only was he meeting Chen Yizhou, but Wang Gongquan had also contacted him late yesterday, wanting to meet and talk; Chen Qiaoshan did not decline, simply arranging to meet here, only pushing the time back.

"It's alright!" After experiencing the inexplicable phenomenon of transmigration, Zhen Qian was not entirely opposed to the idea that gods watch from three feet above one's head; having done no wrong, he naturally feared no ghosts knocking on the door.

Lakif read the note and seemed very excited, emitting a series of buzzing sounds. Seeing this, Wang Luo walked aside, wrote another note, and handed it to the person peeling the wolf skin there.

For example, Alibaba, with the deepest pockets, is merely a bronze-level player in venture capital, and its reputation is very poor; people even say that whoever they invest in dies. Though exaggerated, this is worth reflecting upon.

Yan Zhenghua had indeed put in some thought; he specifically found a Russian-style Western restaurant said to have several decades of history, located opposite the famous Modier Hotel in Ice City, which allowed Chen Qiaoshan to fulfill his wish and see the night view of Central Street.

It was already the end of the twelfth lunar month, with the New Year imminent; everyone knew time was tight, and matters certainly could not be postponed.

Every time he rose, his movements were very light, yet there were a few times I was woken up; whenever this happened, he would always smile and gently kiss my smooth forehead, saying, "It's still early, sleep a while longer."

As the attention of the two deepened, the atmosphere was clearly frozen to the extreme, waiting only for the final explosion.

"Since we intend to destroy this passage rather than open it, why look for a doorknob? Can't we just blow it up?" Phil asked.

Hua Chong raised his head and took a deep breath; before he could speak, his gaze glanced aside, and he saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe slowly step out from behind a flower tree a dozen feet away.

Yingjun and Long San rested until the next day; the next day, as soon as Yingjun, who was lying sprawled on the bed drooling in his wooden cabin, stepped out the door, someone knocked, naturally waking him up.

Leaving Cao Cao alone, Cao Cao fell backward onto the grass, looking at the sky, looking at the white clouds; sometimes he felt this world was truly strange, strange enough to make him, Cao Mengde, afraid; he truly hoped an enemy soldier would run over and chop him to death with a single blade, thus achieving liberation.

Cheng Lingzhi was so surprised her jaw dropped; there were actually people strongly requesting surgery!? And it was an eighty-year-old! Did he think he had lived too long?

Moreover, given Long Feiyun's nature, seeing the Zhuge Gang so cruel and vicious, how could Long Feiyun possibly stand by and do nothing?

At that time, he had even thought that if Ye Zhenzhen found it hard to decide, he would help her say those words.

Although Mo Chuanan had sheathed his weapons, facing him unarmed was even harder to deal with. He saw him move very slowly, mechanically and stiffly, looking exactly like the legendary blood-sucking zombie, yet every palm thrust sent the wind surging; this surging gale was the hell of killing.

Gao Yixuan and the others were long accustomed to Yin Yuan's few words and did not mind their boss's attitude toward him, which differed completely from his attitude toward them; in fact, the attitude of the few of them toward Yin Yuan was the same: they were all accustomed to taking care of him a bit in everything.