"What's the point of being proud of a group of defeated generals? Humph.$卐卐$" A tall American guy couldn't stand it. He was the chief officer of the American army of reformers. Looking at Marshal Chu and the others, he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly,
Yes, they can't defeat the God of Death, but they have defeated these little shrimps before.
Swish.
The expressions of Marshal Chu and others suddenly turned gloomy, and they looked at the American guy, "What do you call a group of people who are not human, who are not ghosts?"
"Okay, we all know they are not human, so why bother with general knowledge."
"That's not true. If you are bitten by a dog, is it possible that you have to bite it back? Don't be like these guys."
What?
The American guy's fists clenched immediately, and his knuckles cracked due to excessive force. How dare a group of defeated generals dare to be so arrogant? Haven't these guys suffered enough before?
"Marshal He, you Chinese soldiers don't seem to know how to be polite." Staring at He Zhenzhong, Ma Ba'ao snorted coldly: "Why show off your words?"
He Zhenzhong shrugged and said calmly: "When facing the enemy, the best courtesy and respect is to fight back with all your strength. Mr. President, you won't even hear this, right? Moreover, I Chinese soldiers never like to show off their words, everything
Rely on strength.”
"Strength?" A sneer appeared on the face of the chief officer of the American Cyborg Force, "Just a few of them? They were beaten to pieces by my people, so how can we rely on strength? If you, the God of Death, had not taken action, they would have died long ago.
Already."
"It seems that you are very dissatisfied and unhappy, and you want to challenge me, the Chinese soldiers?" He Zhenzhong glanced at the American guys, and he was not afraid at all. What are they afraid of? Marshal Chu and the others just said that
After intermediate level strengthening, just kidding, can you still torture these Americans to death?
"Then it depends on whether Huaxia dares to do it?" Ma Ba'ao also snorted coldly. He was feeling aggrieved and wanted to kill people. Of course, he would also be very willing to humiliate these damn Chinese people.
It's cool. The most important thing is that judging from the previous battles, their Cyborg troops can indeed suppress these Chinese people. Of course, the premise is that the God of Death does not take action.
Seeing that He Zhenzhong was about to speak, Ma Ba'ao quickly added, "Of course, Marshal He cannot take action."
The strength of the God of Death is so strong that when these Ma Ba'ao said these words, there was no trace of shame on their faces, as if shielding He Zhenzhong was a matter of course.
He Zhenzhong shrugged helplessly, and then said: "What nonsense, none of our Chinese soldiers are cowards or cowards. When faced with provocation, our Chinese soldiers never argue, and we can just beat them down."
"Huh." Ma Ba'ao snorted, 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.
"Don't worry, President, don't you still believe what I say? If we weren't sure, we wouldn't have been beaten by these damn Chinese people before. We could only hide in the Amazon jungle. If the god of death hadn't suddenly come over, they would have been killed long ago."
I chopped those guys into pieces."
Hearing this, Ma Ba'ao suddenly felt confident. He raised his head, looked at He Zhenzhong, and said in a deep voice: "Chinese people are not cowards, and we Americans are not soft-footed shrimps, so we might as well make some gestures."
"Okay." He Zhenzhong naturally doesn't mind killing a few more Americans, especially those monsters that have passed. For ordinary Chinese troops, the threat is still huge, and they can be eliminated one by one.
call.
Taking a deep breath, Ma Ba'ao then spoke and said: "This competition will inevitably cause some casualties. If something goes wrong and someone dies, Marshal He, please don't feel sad or angry."
"How could it be?" He Zhenzhong smiled, "I haven't lost to anyone in China for so long."
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Arrogant.
Too arrogant.
All the American guys present were angry, gnashing their teeth one by one. They couldn't beat the God of Death, but now, it's not enough to deal with a few of their defeated generals? They didn't believe it. In just a day or two, these damn Chinese people
Can it still go against the will of heaven?
"Then let's go to the backyard."
"good."
He Zhenzhong nodded, then stood up and led Marshal Chu and others to the garden of the White House under the leadership of Ma Ba'ao and others.
"Mr. President, you'd better call a few more ambulances to prepare. My men are a bit ruthless. Anyone who fights with them will either die or be maimed."
........ ........
Pretending? Still pretending? Ma Ba'ao had a sneer on his face. A group of defeated generals still dare to be so arrogant? Wait a moment, he wants to see if this damn Chinese can still laugh.
"No need."
"Mr. President, it's really great. Just don't feel heartbroken when the time comes."
Ma Ba'ao didn't speak anymore, but looking at He Zhenzhong with a smile on his face, he suddenly felt uneasy. Is there really a fraud in this? Otherwise, how could this damn guy be so confident?
However, he still didn't believe that in just one or two days, could it be possible that those Chinese people could undergo earth-shaking changes?
Deng Deng Deng.
Soon, four human transformers came over, each with a cold expression on their face, and exuding a powerful aura that kept strangers away from them. Ordinary people would be frightened just by looking at them.
However, Marshal Chu, Qu Haitao, Zheng Lingwei and the four assassins were not afraid at all. They stepped out from behind He Zhenzhong. They also exuded a powerful aura. They were caught off guard at first and were tricked once. They almost died.