"What are you proud of when a group of defeated men? Humph.$向向$" A tall American man couldn't stand it. He was the head of the American transformer army. Looking at the young men of Chu and his men, he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, yes, they can't beat the god of death, but these little shrimps had defeated before.

Swish.

The faces of Young Marshal Chu and his men suddenly became gloomy and they looked at the American man, "What are the names of people who are not human, and what are the names of ghosts and ghosts?"

"Okay, everyone knows that they are not humans, so why bother to have ordinary knowledge?"

"That's not. I was bitten by a dog. Could it be that I would have to bite it back? Don't be as knowledgeable as these guys."

What?

The American man's fist immediately clenched. Because of excessive force, his knuckles were cracking and a group of defeated men dared to be so arrogant? Didn't these guys suffer enough before?

"Master He, your Chinese soldiers seem to be a little rude." Staring at He Zhenzhong, Ma Ba'ao snorted coldly: "Why do you have to show off your verbal skills?"

He Zhenzhong shrugged and said lightly: "When facing the enemy, the best politeness and respect is to fight back with all your might. Mr. President will not even be able to hear this, right? Moreover, I, Chinese soldiers, never like to show off my verbal skills, everything depends on strength."

"Strength?" The head of the American Transformer Force showed a sneer on his face, "Only a few of them? My people were beaten to the ground and they still rely on their strength? If you don't take action, they would have died long ago."

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied and feel very unhappy. You want to show off to me Chinese soldiers?" He Zhenzhong glanced at the American men, not afraid at all. What are you afraid of? Young Master Chu and others had just carried out intermediate reinforcement before. Just kidding, and they can't even torture these American men to death?

"It depends on whether China dares?" Ma Baao also snorted coldly. He was feeling depressed and wanted to kill people. Of course, he would be very happy to be able to humiliate these damn Chinese people. The most important thing is that from the previous battles, their transforming troops can indeed suppress these Chinese people. Of course, the premise is that the God of Death will not take action.

Seeing He Zhenzhong wanting to speak, Ma Baao quickly added, "Of course, Marshal He cannot take action."

The strength of the God of Death is so strong that when Ma Baao said this, there was no trace of shame on his face, as if it was natural to block He Zhenzhong.

He shrugged helplessly, and then said, "What are you talking about? I, Chinese soldiers, are not a coward, and I have always argued with us Chinese soldiers, just beating them down."

"Hmph." Ma Baao hummed, turned around, looked at the guy, and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure?" He Zhenzhong was so unafraid that he felt a little worried.

"President, don't worry, don't you believe what I said? If you weren't sure, we wouldn't have been in the damn Chinese before, and we could only hide in the Amazon jungle. If the god of death hadn't rushed over suddenly, they would have chopped those guys into meat sauce."

Hearing this, Ma Baao felt confident in his heart. He looked up and looked at He Zhenzhong, and said in a deep voice: "The Chinese are not cowards, and I, Americans are not soft-legged shrimps, so you might as well make gestures."

"Okay." He Zhenzhong naturally didn't mind killing a few more American men, especially those monsters that have passed by. For ordinary Chinese troops, the threat is still big. One is to solve it.

call.

Taking a deep breath, Ma Baao spoke and said, "This competition is inevitable that there will be some casualties. If something goes wrong and dies, Marshal He should not be heartbroken and not be angry."

"How could it be?" He Zhenzhong laughed, "In so long, I, China, have not lost to anyone."

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Arrogant.

Is he too arrogant?

All the Americans present were angry and gritted their teeth and could not defeat the god of death. But now, it is not enough to deal with a few of their defeated generals? They don’t believe it. In just one or two days, can these damn Chinese people still go against the will of heaven?

"Then go to the backyard."

"good."

He Zhenzhong nodded, then stood up, and led Mr. Chu and others to the garden of the White House under the leadership of Ma Baao and others.

"Mr. President, you'd better call a few more ambulances to prepare. My subordinates are a bit ruthless. Those who fight with them are either dead or disabled."

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Pretending? Still pretending? Ma Baao sneered on his face. A group of defeated generals dared to be so arrogant? After a while, he wanted to see if this damn Chinese person could still come out.

“No need.”

"Mr. President is really good, but don't feel heartbroken at that time."

Ma Baao didn't say anything anymore, but looking at He Zhenzhong with a smile on his face, a feeling of anxiety suddenly rose in his heart. Could it be that there was really a fraud? Otherwise, how could this damn guy be so confident?

However, he still doesn't believe that in just one or two days, could those Chinese people still undergo earth-shaking changes?

Dingdengdeng.

Soon, four transformed people came over, each with a cold face and a powerful aura that no one could approach. Ordinary people were afraid that they would be scared at once.

However, the four young man Chu, Qu Haitao, Zheng Lingwei and the assassin were not afraid at all. They stepped out from behind He Zhenzhong, and also exuded a powerful aura. They were caught off guard at the beginning and were trapped once, and almost capsized in the gutter.

Now, they want to take revenge...
Chapter completed!