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The 1830th chapter madness (2)

"Mr. President, look, it's so embarrassing to actually kill one of your people." He Zhenzhong looked at Ma Ba'ao, whose face turned the color of pig liver, "But, they are all soldiers, so naturally they will take action.

A killing move will inevitably cause casualties, Mr. President, please don’t be offended.”

Looking at He Zhenzhong with a smile on his face, Ma Ba'ao seemed to pounce on him and cut He Zhenzhong into pieces. This guy must have spoken deliberately to stimulate him.

Strange?

Why are you so surprised?

It was inevitable that there would be casualties, and he was the first to mention this.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?" The chief officer of the American Cyborg Force seemed to be crazy, his face was dull, his eyes were staring at the corpse on the ground, and he kept mumbling, "Before, we clearly knew

He has the upper hand, and he took drugs to stimulate his potential before coming here. How could he not be able to defeat him? No, he can't even block a single move. This is unscientific."

Swish.

The faces of Ma Ba'ao and others turned green all of a sudden. He had greeted all the eighteen generations of women from that guy's ancestors in his heart. Isn't it embarrassing enough? He even mentioned the matter of taking drugs. It was really

A pig.

call.

Ma Ba'ao waved his hand and motioned to the people next to him to drag the crazy guy aside.

Deng Deng.

"I'll do it." A white man stood up and his eyes fell on the assassin. "You are a sniper, right? So am I. Last time, I beat the shit out of you. Do you remember?"

"Of course." The assassin took a step forward, "So, if you dare to take action, you will die."

The assassin and Situ Lingfeng were of the same type, they both seemed very cold, and it was precisely this kind of person who was most likely to anger the enemy when he spoke. For example, right now, as soon as he finished speaking, the white man fell into a rage.

Swish.

He pulled out a sharp one and waggled it between his fingers, "There is none here, we have used it before."

"Come on." The assassin never liked to talk nonsense. He just said two words and then took it out. His body was slightly bent, his feet were spread apart, and he was ready to attack.

Deng Deng Deng.

The guy moved.

quick.

too fast.

It was much faster than the black men that Marshal Chu had killed before.

"Speed ​​is his strong point. That damn Chinese has no chance to take action." The US Defense Secretary said, and the look on his face has relaxed a lot. If they can win the game, then they will not be so humiliated.

, isn’t it?

Hearing this, Ma Ba'ao was relieved, but this time, he was much more cautious and did not dare to express his approval easily.

Deng Deng Deng.

In almost just a breath, the guy flew in front of the assassin like an arrow from a string. He bent his feet slightly, then with a sharp bounce, his body suddenly rose into the air, and his right hand flew out.

call.

A cold light flashed.

puff.

There was a slight sound as the blade cut through flesh and blood.

He is really a weakling, the guy thought proudly, and then he felt something was wrong. Why was the person in front of him missing? Did the corpses fall down? It shouldn't be so fast.

Boom.

He fell to the ground, stood firm on his feet, and frowned immediately. He heard the breathing coming from behind. Was it that damn Chinese? How could it be that his rapid attack failed? But just now

The sound was obviously the sound of a blade cutting flesh and blood.

Swish.

The assassin raised his hand and put it away, then turned around, still with a cold look on his face, and slowly returned in the direction of He Zhenzhong.

So arrogant? The white man became angry instantly. Did he pretend that he didn't exist? He subconsciously wanted to raise his right hand and kill violently, but his hand was so weak.

Hiss.

A slight sound rang out, and he felt a burst of warmth and stickiness on his neck. He finally felt something was wrong, and his eyes widened instantly. Was his carotid artery cut? The sound just now meant that he was injured by that guy.

?

As the blood continued to pour out, his life force was also rapidly passing away.

Clang.

It slipped from his hand, his feet became weak, and he could no longer bear it. He fell to the ground with a thud. He raised his right hand in panic and covered his neck, but blood continued to flow from between his fingers.

Gulu, Gulu.

There was a loud sound of swallowing hard, and Ma Ba'ao and others were all dumbfounded. They clearly saw their people kill with one blow, but how come it was their people who died instead? That damn Chinese guy

The sudden explosion was so fast that they had no time to react?

This is too terrible.

"Help, help, help me." A weak and panicked cry for help rang out.

Deng Deng Deng.

At this time, the American guy standing on one side realized and rushed over.

"doctor."

"Quickly, send me to the hospital."

However, the person was completely dead before being carried out. There was no way, the carotid artery was cut, and the bleeding could not be stopped at all.

Another one died, also unable to survive a single round.

Ma Ba'ao wanted to kill those stupid pigs. Is this the so-called sure win? Is this the trump card they spent countless material and financial resources on? But why did he see a group of pigs? No, compared to

It's worse than a pig. At least the pig won't be killed by one move and can still struggle a few more times.

The faces of those high-ranking US military officials were even more ugly, and panic flashed through their eyes. They were soldiers, and only they knew how terrifying these Chinese people were. Such a special force, on the battlefield, was no less effective than

A nuclear weapon can definitely play a decisive role in life and death. However, they really can't figure out why these Chinese people are so thin and weak, how can they be so fierce?

"Mr. President, I'm so sorry to kill one of you again." He Zhenzhong sighed, "I just advised Mr. President that it would be best to call an ambulance and doctors to prepare. It's a pity."

Click.

A touch of blood flowed out from the corner of Ma Ba'ao's mouth. He really broke a tooth. This damn Chinese person really bullied others too much. It was unbearable. He still doesn't believe this evil today.


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