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Chapter 1800 King of the Jungle

Woo woo woo.

Blah, blah.

Military off-road vehicles were racing through the Amazon jungle, crushing the lush weeds to the ground.

However, as we went deeper and deeper, our progress became slower and slower. After all, there were more and more trees and weeds inside, making it difficult to drive. After leaving the outer area, He Zhenzhong and others had to get out of the car.

Start walking and head towards the uninhabited land of the Amazon jungle.

Hua Hua Hua.

With those Brazilian special forces opening the way, He Zhenzhong and Long Xiaoyun felt relaxed, as if they were walking in the Amazon jungle. Especially Long Xiaoyun, who was here for the first time, kept looking around with his eyes.

call.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, accompanied by a harsh scream.

Deng Deng Deng.

Kaka.

The surrounding Brazilian soldiers immediately became alert, set up a battle formation, and searched the surrounding area.

when.

Hearing the sound, everyone turned their heads and immediately saw a sharp-shaped head stuck on the tree trunk in front, piercing a colorful snake.

It is one of the most venomous snakes in the Amazon jungle. It can kill a person within a minute, leaving no time for rescue.

Although it was sweltering in the jungle, the two Brazilian special forces leaning on the tree trunk were so scared that they broke into a cold sweat. Obviously, the snake suddenly fell from the tree. If someone hadn't taken action, at least one of them would have died.

one person.

This is the Amazon jungle. Even special forces like them dare not dare to break in casually. It is too dangerous.

"Okay, keep going."

Hearing He Zhenzhong's voice, the two Brazilian special forces reacted and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Marshal."

He Zhenzhong shook his head, walked over, and pulled out the dragon tooth head, "Keep walking, be careful."

"yes."

Looking at He Zhenzhong, the admiration in the eyes of the surrounding Brazilian special forces was even greater. Especially the faces of the people following He Zhenzhong and Long Xiaoyun were full of shock. They did not see clearly how He Zhenzhong took action, or even how he acted.

They did not see the general's head being taken out.

It's so fierce. It deserves to be the world-famous God of Death. Several Brazilian special forces looked at each other with a wry smile on their faces. In front of the God of Death, are they still considered special forces? No, not even recruits. The gap is too obvious.

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After that, everyone became more careful and prepared for crises that might arise at any time.

Half an hour later.

Wow.

The weeds were shaking. He Zhenzhong and others came out and immediately saw the messy place. There were traces of fighting. There was even a corpse lying in the weeds. It was bloody and bloody, as if it had been eaten by something.

, large swarms of blowflies kept circling, looking very disgusting.

"Marshal, this is our man." The face of the leading Brazilian special forces soldier flashed with a look of hatred, "He was kicked directly in the chest and broke his ribs. It was those Yankee monsters who did it."

"Moreover, we have lost traces of those people from here on. Since it has just rained here, the traces have been almost destroyed.

He Zhenzhong nodded, looked around, walked to one side, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and dug through the weeds, and took a closer look.

"What did you find?"

"Violet is indeed with them."

Long Xiaoyun immediately pouted, "You know a lot about women."

He Zhenzhong was speechless and explained: "Although the rain has washed away the traces here, if you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that these weeds have been stepped on, and Violet is a woman, is very light, and has the least damage to the leaves of the weeds.

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Can this be seen?

Those Brazilian special forces soldiers gathered around one by one, their eyes widened. They really couldn't tell the difference between these weeds. They all looked very fresh and green. Don't they have good eyesight?

"Let's go this way." He Zhenzhong stood up and quickly walked southeast with Long Xiaoyun. Although the traces had almost disappeared, with his advanced enhanced body, both his eyesight and sense of smell were far beyond ordinary.

Besides, An Ran was his woman, and he was very familiar with and sensitive to the faint fragrance on her body.

Seeing He Zhenzhong walking quickly through the dense and difficult jungle as if walking on flat ground, the Brazilian special forces lamented again. They often trained in the Amazon jungle, but now they can't keep up with He Zhenzhong's footsteps.

He Zhenzhong's next step was almost always in the gaps between the weeds and vines. The speed was so fast that each of the Brazilian special forces felt like they were about to be thrown away.

Too fierce.

This is the real king of the jungle.

Those Brazilian special forces soldiers all had shocked expressions on their faces. They wanted to imitate He Zhenzhong, but they couldn't do it. Instead, they went even slower. They could only move forward in their own way. As expected, not everyone can compare to the God of Death.

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If they had known that He Zhenzhong had slowed down, otherwise they would have been out of sight, I wonder if they would have been frightened to death here.

About forty minutes passed.

He Zhenzhong stopped, his eyes full of light. There was a sneak attack here. Judging from the traces on the ground, the lone wolf had won. It seemed that he was about to catch up.

Deng Deng Deng.

Wow.

The panting Brazilian special forces soldiers followed behind. Running in this primitive jungle was not an easy task. It was too physically demanding. Looking at He Zhenzhong and Long Xiaoyun who still seemed somewhat relaxed, they felt even more anxious.

It's depressing. After all, they are also top-notch soldiers in Brazil, but compared with these Chinese soldiers, why are they so far behind? It's so shocking.

"We're getting close, please be careful."

"yes."

After checking the surrounding area, He Zhenzhong led his men to follow the traces and continued to track in the direction due west.

In the dense forest about ten kilometers away from them, An Ran, Marshal Chu and others were completely surrounded and fell into a bitter battle.


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