Hispaniola, a small island with a length of only a few hundred kilometers, belongs to Haiti and the Dominican Republic. Two countries that have been independent of the American colonies for less than a hundred years have no military defense.

It is not suitable for developing crop economy. The only thing that local blacks can cultivate is sugar cane and cotton. The largest resource on the island is the golden resource of the Cordillera Mountain at the junction of the two countries. However, it was colonized by the West 100 years ago.

The man dug up the sky, but now he is just a barren mountain with few wild animals.

At the foot of the mountain, a man who was over two meters tall and powerful like an iron tower moved a tall and powerful man gently stroked the Mitsubishi saber on his waist and looked up at the top of the mountain.

Not far away, a few black men working in the sugarcane forest looked at the tall yellow-skinned man in confusion. It was not surprising that white people arrived on this island. After all, this place has been ruled by the United States for nearly a hundred years, and the local language has even been lost.

Everyone can speak fluent American English, but people with yellow skin rarely see it.

The locals were very simple. When they saw the strange man looking at the deserted hillside, a middle-aged black man boldly walked to the man. He spoke American English and asked with kindness: "This one is here from afar.

Sir, do I have anything to help you?”

The man smiled and replied in standard American English: "I am a tourist from China. I heard that there are many wild animals on the Chinese Cordillera Mountain. I want to go in and hunt. Do you know the way to enter the mountain?"

The middle-aged black man was shocked when he heard this: "Sir, can't you enter this mountain?"

The man said, "Is there a bandit in the mountains that cannot be entered?"

The middle-aged black man shook his head: "Sir, please pay attention to speaking. There are no bandits in the mountains, but there are mountain gods."

"Mountain God, you also have a saying about the mountain god here."

The middle-aged black man was stunned for a moment: "There is a very famous goddess of Mount Etna in Greek mythology. Although Mount Kedill is not famous, there are also mountain gods. Is there no mountain god in your Chinese mountains?"

The man nodded: "We also have mountain gods in the mountains in China, but our mountain gods in China are all good gods who save suffering. Look at you who are so afraid of the mountain gods of this mountain, is this mountain god an evil god?"

The middle-aged black man shook his head violently: "Sir, I misunderstood. The mountain gods of this mountain are like the mountain gods in your hometown, and they are gods of kindness."

The man had a disdainful smile on his face, "How come it is kind."

Speaking of the mountain god of this mountain, the black man immediately looked devout and awe, "Sir, you are not aware of it. The people around us are very poor. It is better to have good weather when the weather is good. If it suddenly happens, what year will be

The rain is bad, and sugarcane and cotton yields are reduced, so we can only go hungry. In the past, when we encounter bad years here, many people will starve to death. In a severe drought fifteen years ago, our sugarcane was all dry.

Dead, when we all thought that God abandoned us, someone picked up a smash dollar at the foot of the mountain, and there was a line of words written on the dollar, 'I am the mountain god of this mountain. As long as you don't enter the mountain in the future, I will

Welcoming you.' Since then, every time we are not good at age, as long as we go to the foot of the mountain to pray, in a few days, we will find money at the foot of the mountain, sometimes in the sugar cane forest, sometimes in the stone

under."

The man nodded, "Since then, no one has ever entered the mountain?"

The black man shook his head, "Ten years ago, two young people quietly ran into the mountains to catch wild game without listening to the advice of the mountain god."

"What happened later?" the man asked.

"Later a few days later, we found their bodies at the foot of the mountain, and no one has entered the mountain since then. The original mountain has been covered with grass and trees for more than ten years, and it can never be found."

The man took out a stack of US dollars and handed it to the black man: "Thank you for telling me this."

The black man waved his hands repeatedly: "Sir, I can't take your money."

The man stuffed the money into the black man's pocket, "Just think it was given by the mountain god." After that, he walked towards the mountain with big strides.

The black man was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Good sir, you can't go into the mountains, no one can come out alive if you enter."

The man ignored it and changed from strode forward to trotting, to finally flying away like a sharp arrow. The thorny mountain of Cordillera did not affect the man's pace at all.

A man as tall and mighty as an iron tower was like a dragon entering the sea, a tiger entering the forest, and swirling and moving, suddenly appeared on the branches and suddenly lying in the grass. Every time he passed, blood dripped down, the Mitsubishi military sect in his hand,

Blood was left like a stream along the grooves of the military sect.

The man stood on the branch of a lush pine tree, ignoring the sniper who was so surprised that he was dying with eyes wide open. The man slowly pulled out Mitsubishi Junci from his throat, his face was light and as if

It is as natural as killing chickens and geese.

This was the fifteenth sniper hidden in the darkness that he had turned down. The man sneered and murmured to himself. He was really careful. A deserted mountain that no one cared about actually had fifteen snipers hidden in the surrounding area.

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In the villa, a middle-aged Chinese man with muscles and burly figure was riding on a blond girl with anger on her face, as if he wanted to pour all his anger on her body, in order to kill a name.

The unknown boy actually lost a general. How much time and money would it take to train a qualified killer? What made him most angry was that he had not failed such a task for a long time. The blonde woman under him was

He tried his best to twist his slender waist and fat buttocks to cater to his mouth, and screamed throughout the villa.

In the living room, three men were drinking coffee comfortably.

The middle-aged man with muscles rubbed his ears, "Fourth, do you think that girl will be killed by the boss?"

The man with brown hair and bearded face smiled and said, "Don't worry, third brother, the genes of our Western race are still stronger than your Eastern race. If you don't say anything else, just say this girl, she will definitely be better than you.

Dongfang Niu'er is more patient. I know you have a crush on that girl, don't worry, that girl can still leave the energy to play with you at night."

A Chinese man wearing a Zhongshan suit and a long beard with gold-edged eyes glared at the Western man who was talking, "Simon, we can just hear you. If the boss hears it, he will let you taste it well.

How many punches can you hit the Western genes that you call persevering?”

Simon quickly held his eyes and the door of the room was still closed when the sound came out, and he laughed: "Dragon, how can you compare to this? I am a gunman and I'm not good at melee combat."

Lang San looked at Simon with disdain and threw out two pistols: "How to practice two, see who can shoot for a long time."

Simon pursed his lips and looked at Lang Er, "Old second, don't you often tell me what internal and external martial arts are there in China, and you also say that internal martial arts is stronger than external martial arts. Can you not beat the boss?"

The man in Zhongshan dressed in a sip of coffee, saying, "This Western thing is harder to drink than horse urine."

Lang San looked at Simon with disdain: "The boss is already at the peak of the late stage of the Moving Mountain Realm. Even a truck can knock it away. We all add it to him, but it is not enough for him to play."

Simon looked at Lang San with some doubts, turned to Lang Er, trying to seek confirmation.

Lang Er put down the coffee cup, "He is not a metaphor, but a fact. The peak of the late stage of the mountain realm is already the ultimate of external martial arts. Although there is also the Vajra realm, I have never heard of anyone before.

Having reached that level. No matter how high the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how high the martial arts are, they cannot stop guns and cannons. In today's era of hot weapons, fewer people practice martial arts, and even fewer talented people, and they can calm down and get the whole body

There are very few people who are devoted to it. The peak of the late stage of the Mountain Realm can be considered invincible in the world. The reason why you have never seen the boss's true strength is because there are not many people in this world who are qualified to fight him."

Simon exclaimed: "Where is there no opponent that can match the boss in the internal martial arts?"

Lang Er stroked his beard: "Maybe there, but it is even more likely not. With the emergence of hot weapons, the ancient Chinese martial arts have declined one after another. Because the external martial arts can be quickly achieved, it can be quickly practiced and put into combat, and there are still many people practicing it.

Inner martial arts, how many people are willing to spend their entire lives to survive the so-called realm of transformation. Although internal martial arts does not have the obstacles of external martial arts breaking through the extreme realm, how many people are willing to spend their entire lifetime to pursue that.

An illusory realm.”

Wolf San lit a cigarette, "All the boxing in the West are external boxing. With your current mid-stage force in moving mountains, if you don't use weapons, there are not many of the entire Western world who are your opponents. Think about it

How terrifying is the peak strength of the late stage of the Mountain Realm."

Simon nodded. If Wolf Head had not been instructed by him in the American prison, he would probably be just a first-class boxer. He smiled.

"Your Chinese martial arts are really mysterious."

Lang San said mockingly: "These things are not something that you Western races can understand."

Lang Er said lightly: "Don't bicker with you two. Lao Wu left a few years ago, and now Lao Shi left. When did Langtou suffer such a failure? He is now full of anger. Lao Si is full of energy.

Ah, I know you like to joke. Maybe you think that's called your Western humor, but you should understand that if it weren't for your good marksmanship, you helped the boss when you were in the American prison, with your strength, you wouldn't be able to

When we are ranked fourth, I would like to advise you, there is an old saying in China, "Accompanying the king is like a tiger."

Not far away, the man wiped away the blood from the Mitsubishi military sting and slowly inserted it into his waist. He took a deep breath: "Huang Jiujin came to visit and asked the Tianlang League wolf leader to come out to fight."
Chapter completed!