This blizzard was much bigger than Wilson imagined.
When the wind and snow stopped, the American warships had turned into snowy mountains.
"Mr. Zeng, Mr. Yang, do you think I should kill those people?" Mo Hai suddenly spoke and asked calmly.
Zeng Jinren and Yang Zicheng were shocked.
"Master Mo, I think it's enough to teach them a lesson. They don't understand Master Mo's magical power, so they are blind." Although Zeng Jinren advocated using force to solve the problem, seeing this situation now, he inevitably retreated.
If it really destroys a few American warships, it will be troublesome.
"Yes, Mr. Mo, just teach them a lesson. Peace is the most important thing. In times of peace, you must not use force easily." Yang Zicheng also said.
"Opportunities have been given to them, but they missed it time and time again, so they must pay the price this time." Mo Hai's face suddenly turned cold.
Seeing that Mo Hai had murderous intentions, Zeng Jinren's eyelids twitched a few times, but he did not persuade him. He knew that Mo Hai had already made up his mind and no one could persuade him.
"Master Mo, please be merciful." Yang Zicheng was worried for no reason and quickly advised him.
If Mo Hai really sank an American warship, the consequences would be disastrous.
Mo Hai is not a person who likes killing. The people Mo Hai kills are all those who deserve to be killed. If Mo Hai really kills without blinking an eye, this blizzard will be enough to freeze all the people on these American warships to death.
But Mo Hai didn't. After all, there were at least hundreds of people on these warships. They were just soldiers and could only follow Wilson's orders.
"You don't have to kill the others, but there is one person who has to be killed." Mo Hai's face darkened and he said coldly.
"Master Mo, are you talking about Wilson?" Yang Zicheng said.
Mo Hai said nothing.
"Mr. Mo, if you kill him directly, it will be very troublesome. Wilson has a high prestige in the American military." Yang Zicheng said worriedly.
After all, with so many people watching, if Mo Hai took action directly, even if he did not destroy the American warship, but he would kill a general, the United States would not give up easily.
"My patience will not always be as good as it is today, and my heart will not always be as soft as it is today. If they realize their interest, the matter will end here. If they don't realize their interest, I will stay with them until the end." Mo Hai said lightly.
Yang Zicheng looked at the young man in front of him as if he were a devil, which made people shudder.
At this moment, on the American warship, Wilson was hiding in the inner cabin with the heater on, but he still felt bone-chilling cold.
"General, the snow outside has stopped, but the snow is several meters deep. We are clearing it. It will take about an hour before we can go out." An American soldier came to report.
"Hurry up and clean up quickly." Wilson said in a deep voice, and cursed the weather again.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted to what was at the door. The snow outside actually rolled into the inner cabin, and it spread like a rolling mudslide.
"No, it's because the snow outside is too thick and there's an avalanche."
"Hurry up and close the cabin door." The people in the inner cabin yelled quickly.
No one wants snow to fill the entire cabin and suffocate people to death.
But unfortunately, the hatch could no longer be closed. Everyone was shocked and panicked, but soon they discovered that the snow was moving in one direction.
The snow seemed to have eyes, and Wilson felt something was wrong, so he quickly avoided it, but wherever he went, the snow followed him. Eventually, the snow spread to Wilson's feet and swallowed him up.
Others were dumbfounded, but Wilson was a general after all. Although everyone was afraid, they still had to go to the rescue.
But the snow seemed to be alive, wrapping Wilson like a snowman, and no matter how he tried to save him, the snow could not be cleared away from Wilson.
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"Master Mo, how are you going to deal with Wilson?" Yang Zicheng couldn't help but ask when he saw Mo Hai staring ahead, thoughtfully.
"No need to deal with it." Mo Hai responded calmly.
"Mr. Mo, have you figured it out? That's good. Even if you kill Wilson, you won't be able to solve the problem." Yang Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief. According to Yang Zicheng's creed, even if force is to be used, the Americans will use force first, and China will use force first.
People must not make the first move.
Moreover, taking action often fails to solve the problem.
"I said there's no need to deal with him because he's already dead." Mo Hai said casually. First Start
"What? Wilson is dead? When did it happen?" Yang Zicheng was shocked.
"Just now." Mo Hai said.
"Master Mo, how did you do it?" Yang Zicheng couldn't believe that Mo Hai had been right in front of him and actually killed Wilson several miles away.
"If I want to kill someone, I can kill someone with just a thought." Mo Hai said.
Yang Zicheng stopped talking and his world view was completely overturned.
With a single thought, you can control a person's life and death. This is no longer a human being, but a god.
"General Beichuan, the show here is over. You don't need me to send you away." Mo Hai spoke without broadcasting, but his voice fell in Beichuan Feng's ears very clearly.
Beichuan Feng was startled, and quickly ordered people to launch the warship and leave in a hurry.
The United States, on the other hand, thought it was a ghost. General Wilson was actually killed by the snow. Looking at the thick snow outside, the Americans panicked and the warships were in chaos. Finally, they ordered to return. What happened today is really unbelievable.
It's better to leave this hellish place first and then worry about it.
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