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"Do you think we can kill the God of Death this time?"
"Nonsense.w●●w" There was a stick hanging on his body, leaning against the wall, with a cigarette in his mouth. Light blue smoke continued to rise, "The elite of the White Tiger Regiment took action personally. There must be no
questionable."
"Well, they are the descendants of the sun. They will definitely kill the God of Death to avenge the thousands of wronged souls."
Descendants of the Sun?
Marshal Chu, who was already lying on the beam, curled his lips. Damn, these sticks really turned those trash into gods. If only these guys knew that their descendants of the sun were beaten into pig heads and turned into descendants of eunuchs.
, don’t know what to think?
He reached out and twisted the surveillance probe underneath slightly. Then, Marshal Chu took out a small, almost transparent fishing line from his waist, circled it in a circle, and then slowly fell down, silently.
When he reached the chin of the stick on the left, he shook it slightly and saw that the fishing line was wrapped around the guy's chin, and he supported it with his right hand.
call.
Marshal Chu jumped down from the beam, still holding the fishing line tightly with his right hand.
puff.
A slight sound rang out, and the expression on the guy's face instantly froze, a blood line appeared on his neck, and the cigarette butt in his mouth fell instantly.
"What's wrong?" The stick next to him turned around, and his eyes immediately widened. The head of his companion who had been talking just now slipped from his neck, and blood was gushing out.
His mouth opened wide.
puff.
However, he no longer had the chance to yell out, as a sharp knife had already been pierced through his mouth.
Boom.
Marshal Chu landed on the ground, twitched his right hand, took it out, stretched out his hand to support the body, carefully dragged it away and put it in a corner. He raised his head, glanced at the surveillance camera that was twisted at an angle above his head, and then pressed against the wall, continuing
Go quickly to the other side.
At the same time, the assassins, Qu Haitao, and Zheng Lingwei were also quickly cleaning up the sticks everywhere. These so-called descendants of the sun were like weak chickens in front of them, and they could be dealt with without much effort.
Already.
In the basement, high-level officials of the Bangzi government-in-exile gathered together.
"Is there any news?" Sitting on the main seat is the former ambassador of the Korean Embassy in the United States. Now, he is the president of the Korean government-in-exile. There is no way, after South Korea was wiped out by China, his official rank is the highest
.
"Not yet." A stick shook his head and said in a deep voice: "After all, the person you want to kill is the God of Death. It is still very difficult. It will probably take a certain amount of time."
"Will it fail?" Another guy spoke, with a worried look on his face, "The God of Death is known as the most powerful man in the world, will he be so easy to kill? Not even the Americans, Japanese, and Russians can kill him.
He, Liu Shizhen them?"
"Have confidence." The interim president spoke and said in a deep voice: "Liu Shizhen and the others are the descendants of the sun, they are invincible existences, and the God of Death will never escape assassination."
"Yes, the God of Death also brought his troops to fight. If they fight alone, Liu Shizhen and the others will never be at a disadvantage." A stick echoed.
"Yeah." The interim president Bangzi nodded, "After killing the God of Death, China will definitely be in chaos, and the morale of the military will be half scattered. And the Americans and the Chinese will definitely face each other directly and fight. Then, then it will be our opportunity.
"
Hearing this, the faces of all the stickmen around them became serious. This was their plan, to take advantage of the situation and fish in troubled waters. Only when China was in chaos would they have a chance to restore the country.
"Also, there must be more on the Russian side." Interim President Bangzi said solemnly: "Those old fools also hope that China will be completely chaotic, and they will definitely support us with all their strength."
"yes."
"That's right." As if something suddenly occurred to him, the interim president Bangzi said: "Last time, wasn't the Russian lieutenant general very interested in Jiang Muyan and Yin Mingzhu? Wait for them to come back and find an excuse to send them out.
past."
"This, President, is not good."
A cold look appeared on the face of the interim president Bangzi, "There is nothing wrong with the national crisis. We must make every effort to fight for any chance, understand? What's more, they are also soldiers, and they should have been prepared for it.
Those who sacrificed and dedicated themselves to their country.”
"But I think it's a bit bad for a large group of men to rely on women."
"Aren't women human beings? Moreover, women are meant for men to fuck." The interim president of Bangzi waved his hand, "That's it. Everyone, sacrifice is necessary, but as long as we succeed in restoring the country, then everyone
They are all heroes who founded the country, and enjoy endless glory and wealth. Wealth, status, and women can easily get it, but the prerequisite is to restore the country, so we must use all means, understand?"
"yes."
Boom, boom.
Just as a group of sticks roared menacingly, a huge explosion was heard immediately. The whole basement was shaken, and the chandelier above even fell down with a crash and shattered to pieces.
"what happened?"
"Damn, was there an earthquake?"
Clang.
There was a huge crash, and the heavy iron door in the basement fell heavily to the ground, cement dust flying along with gunpowder smoke.
Deng Deng Deng.
When those stunned stickmen heard the footsteps, they quickly raised their heads and looked over. Their faces suddenly turned as pale as paper. The people who came were not their guards, but a group of Chinese people, all of whom were fully armed.
, with a cold expression on his face.
Deng Deng.
When they saw He Zhenzhong appear, they felt as if they had seen a ghost, and their expressions changed suddenly. This guy was not dead? So, the people they sent failed? But how is it possible? Those people are all from the sun.
Descendants, all of them are invincible, how could they fail?
And He Zhenzhong glanced at the dozens of sticks inside, and a cold look flashed on his face. All the people from the Bangzi government-in-exile are here. Very good. Let's solve it at once to avoid trouble.