Blood was spilled on the sand, and her head was broken and her chest was pierced. Laura slowly turned the gun and smiled sweetly: "Don't move around, it will be a misunderstanding. Now leave me alone."
The scorching sun shone brightly on the black muzzle of the gun. The soldier swallowed his saliva and dispersed. His originally tall dick drooped like an eggplant beaten by frost.
The women held guns, circled these cowardly guys in the center, and obtained eight hover cars at once. What could be more powerful than this?
Looking at the brand-new car walls and eye-catching logos, a group of women felt intoxicated. They did not recognize Abreden's six-pointed star of thorns logo, and naturally they did not know the consequences once these cars were discovered.
But who cares about this?
One day to live, one day to have fun, there is no use thinking too far ahead about the end of the world.
Look at the soldiers in front of them. They probably never thought that they would be caught by a group of women. But in the end, they were caught, and they were caught miserably.
Beauty trap does not only refer to beautiful women, but also to beautiful men.
In an instant role change, a thirsty woman is no less powerful than a coquettish man.
He picked his chin, touched his chest, and pinched his dick. The soldier, who was wandering between death and sex, squirted shamefully.
The older woman's eyes were gleaming and charming: "Laura, should we strip them naked?"
Looking sideways at this aunt who usually likes to be fake, Laura shook her head with a headache: "Okay, it's okay to strip naked, it's safe."
Naked men gathered together, showing anger, embarrassment, despair and all kinds of expressions.
"Oh, look, this one is big." The woman's eyes were shining and her red lips were lifted.
The macho man who was being pointed at his lower body was extremely confused, whether he wanted to block it or not. Normally, he would have arrogantly raised his lower body to show off his bravery. This is what he is most proud of every time he goes to a public bathhouse.
Things. Looking at the envious eyes of his comrades and their expressions of inferiority, the macho man felt proud of his dick.
We may not be strong in strength, but we are good in body. No matter how strong you are, you are not as big as us!
Mental warfare can defeat everything, but it cannot defeat women.
In middle age, the woman who is in her golden years looks at the macho man with charming eyes and winks teasingly: "Handsome man, how do you grow? Tell me."
The macho man wanted to cry. He felt that he was no different from the dancers in the nightclub. The women in front of him were really hateful.
"If you want to kill me, I'll give you a good blow." The company commander couldn't stand it and roared angrily.
There was a continuous crash, the muzzle of the gun was pointed forward, and the women's eyes showed a cold look.
"You have a lot of backbone." Laura turned around with a charming smile, looked at the angry face of the company commander, and raised her chin sharply.
oh!
The icy cold current hit the lower body, and the soldiers looking at the company commander all covered their penises.
This bitch is so cruel, God, Allah, the company commander's second brother must be useless.
The soldiers twisted their faces in sympathy and looked at the company commander lying on the ground twitching. The soldiers felt their balls getting cold.
He propped up his knees with his left hand, bent over and stood upright, half of his chest reflected in his eyes but without any feeling. The company commander, who was sweating from the top of his head, held the sand in his hand and waved it.
There was a gunshot, Laura tilted her head and turned her head sideways, feeling the sand and dust streaking across her eyes. She looked at the company commander who was moaning and rolling, and then three more shots were fired.
Knees, elbows, and except for the right hand that was shot through the palm just now, the company commander's remaining three limbs were completely disabled.
Laura stared at him with a smile on her face, staring at him until cold sweat broke out all over his body.
"I hate tough enemies, I really hate them."
With a sharp kick, I gasped, oh! There was a long cry.
The company commander gritted his teeth and dragged up the severed arm, and with difficulty he pushed it toward his lower abdomen. Severe pain spread throughout his body as Laura kicked him hard one after another.
The soldiers who witnessed all this collapsed one after another.
Most of them are new recruits. No matter how hard or tiring the training is, they can still endure it.
However, this does not mean that they are willing to give up their men's dignity. Looking at the unlucky company commander, the soldiers suddenly felt that maybe it would be better to just give it a try.
With so many people, as long as they dare to fight back, aren't these women easily captured?
In the dark underground alley, Shadi listened attentively and ran for a while.
"Go to the right." He ordered softly, taking the lead and walking slowly. A group of women, whose eyes were completely dark except for the light reflecting off their eyes, followed quietly.
No one spoke, no one made a sound.
Everyone consciously kept their voices to a minimum, held their guns in their arms, and did not make a sound.
The familiar terrain advantage allows them to hide and seek with the enemy.
Rhett's viper-like sharp eyes shine through the lenses, emitting bits of greedy green light, like stars in the dark night.
Ever since he met this group of women, Rhett felt very interesting.
There are still living people in the organization's experimental area. Whether it is a coincidence or an accident, they must be caught. Master Dibiase is still behind to subdue those monsters, so he must be quick.
Ta Ta Ta Ta Ta was marching in a hurry. The team led by Rhett ran quickly with tactical flashlights in their hands and z270.93 assault rifles in their arms.
Behind them, two gods of death were smiling.
"Are you sure?" Bergobold rubbed his hands in disbelief.
Glancing sideways at the fading light, Dongchen narrowed his eyes disdainfully, lowered his eyes and stroked the blade: "In a place like this, I can deal with them all by myself."
The art of assassination lies in silence.
The last assassination on the long street was really child's play. Due to the restrictions of the terrain, many things could not be used. And here...
Whoosh!
Looking at Dongchen's retreating figure, Bergobold sighed silently, and followed quickly while complaining: "What an impatient guy, tsk!"
Now that Yabrei's people are here, the last incident cannot be separated from them. Recalling the mutant sand wolf, the evil monster, and the resurrected corpse, Dongchen pursed his lips and his eyes flashed: "It seems
, you haven’t given up yet. Huh!”
Resentment broke out, and his heart felt like water. Dongchen tiptoed the ground without making a sound.
This kind of pace is like a dragonfly touching the water. If you practice it to the extreme, you will fly across the water as if you are walking on flat ground, and the ripples you make will not be able to move even half a step.
Dongchen endured a lot of hardships for this back then, and the hardships of the past have been rewarded today.
Holding the sword upside down and losing behind him, Dongchen really doesn't like this weapon. But this doesn't mean that Dongchen can't use it. On the contrary, Dongchen is particularly good at using this heavy weapon, which is better than those who don't like it.
It's much better to use something that I don't hate either.
The soldiers were still following up, and they were led into the sewer pipe by the woman leading the way. This was not an alleyway with few forks. The sewers were crisscrossed and irregular, like a maze. Although it was so long ago, there was no peculiar smell. But because of this,
It became even more gloomy and dilapidated.
The three parties of people chased each other and ran for a long time. Gradually, the fastest Dongchen came behind the soldiers.