The grass swayed slightly, and a black shadow flashed past like lightning. Like a nimble wild cat, it quietly sprang out of the weeds, hunched its waist, alternated its feet quickly, and ran across the open space.
Then he did a somersault forward, put his right hand on the ground, shouted, jumped forward, passed the open space, huddled under the barbed wire fence, and lay down on the ground, close to the ground.
call.
Two thick catapult lamps swept over the place, illuminating the area brightly.
"The God of Death is becoming more and more obscene."
"yes."
Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu were lying in the weeds on the other side, their faces full of surprise. They hadn't seen He Zhenzhong take action for a long time, and he was so powerful. So what was the mission this time? The god of death, who was the commander of the theater, actually wanted to
Taking action personally? Could it be that he wanted to assassinate the Vietnamese Chairman?
However, they didn't have time to think too much. They took out a map of Hanoi and looked at it. After determining their target, they ducked down and cautiously headed in another direction.
The two men did not guess wrong. He Zhenzhong personally led the team this time to kill the Vietnamese Chairman and others. Yi Tian had already sent news that the Vietnamese government had reached some kind of secret agreement with Russia, and Russia