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Chapter eight hundred and seventy seventh all dead

People in Western countries looked in disbelief.

Even if Chen Hao had superhuman invulnerability and could withstand bullets, or had super self-healing ability like Wolverine, they would not be so shocked.

Because that's understandable.

But the scene before them was beyond their understanding.

After a while, the gunfire stopped.

It wasn't that the Lighthouse soldiers didn't want to shoot anymore, but that they had run out of bullets.

Looking at Chen Hao, who was still motionless and with a calm face, everyone in the Western countries turned pale and felt a chill in their hearts.

What kind of monster is this Han Chinese young man?

Only Johnson was still roaring: "Blast him with a grenade and stab him with a dagger. I don't believe he can't be killed!"

Although the soldiers of the Lighthouse Country were panicked, they still regarded it as their bounden duty to obey orders, so they all reached for the grenades hanging on their waists.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a Lighthouse soldier screamed.

The other soldiers turned around to look, and their expressions suddenly changed.

I saw that the soldier's head, just like the sharpshooter Michael before, suddenly expanded rapidly.

Boom! The next moment, the soldier's head exploded, and blood and brains splattered everywhere.

"no no!"

"God, I need to get out of here! Now!"

"Han people, please, don't kill me!"

The soldiers of the Lighthouse Nation collapsed immediately, shouting and running away, or kneeling on the ground, begging Chen Hao for mercy.

Chen Hao seemed to have not heard anything and was indifferent.

Amid the shouts, the heads of the Lighthouse soldiers expanded one after another, and then exploded.

Puff thump thump...headless corpses fell one after another among the bloody fragments on the ground.

Seeing this scene, reporters from Western countries turned pale, bent over and vomited wildly.

In the blink of an eye, Johnson was the only one left in the Lighthouse Army.

He stopped roaring and stared blankly at the corpses on the ground, his face twisted and his whole body trembling.

Johnson never imagined that just threatening the Han people and teaching the arrogant Han extraordinary young man a lesson would lead to such a result.

Wouldn’t the Han people just protest verbally and express great indignation?

How dare they really kill the people of the Lighthouse country, and use such cruel methods in public! Why is that Han extraordinary young man completely different from the extraordinary people he has seen before?

It’s so scary! “Let’s go.”

Chen Hao ignored Johnson, said calmly, turned around and continued walking.

He Yongsheng and others followed.

The armies of other Western countries, as if they had seen the plague, quickly stepped aside in fear and retreated far away.

No one dared to stop it.

Johnson was stunned. He thought that Chen Hao would definitely not let him go, as the culprit, and would wait until the end before killing him.

Unexpectedly, Chen Hao ignored him.

"Yes, this Han extraordinary man is very arrogant and has never taken me seriously, so naturally he doesn't bother to kill me..." Immediately, Johnson thought of the reason in a self-righteous way, and was suddenly surprised and happy.

Although this surprise was the contempt and disdain that had made him furious just a moment ago, it was nothing compared to saving his life.

Johnson immediately lost his temper and ran towards the lighthouse warship on the shore of the island, while taking out the communicator from his waist.

Soldiers from other Western countries looked at him with contempt.

As an army commander, this guy ordered an attack on Chen Hao. As a result, after his men all died, he was afraid of escaping. It was really disgraceful.

"General, let the extraordinary ones come out quickly, our people..." Johnson panted into the communicator as he ran.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a severe swelling pain in his legs. When he lowered his head and looked down, he suddenly felt like he was dead.

I saw that his legs were rapidly expanding and enlarging. In the blink of an eye, they were as thick as an elephant's legs, and the surface skin was torn apart by force.

Johnson screamed and fell heavily to the ground.

With a bang, his legs exploded into a bloody mist.

"Johnson, what happened?"

A rough voice came from the communicator.

Johnson endured the severe pain, held the communicator, and shouted in a hissing voice: "General, our people were killed by Han extraordinary people..." As he spoke, his arms expanded rapidly.

"Kill them all!"

Just as Johnson uttered the last three words, there was a bang, and his arms and communicator were blown to pieces.

Johnson was lying on the ground like a piece of dough, with a sad smile on his face.

He thought that Chen Hao didn't bother to kill him because he looked down on him.

Only now did Johnson realize that he had already been doomed to death, and it was more tragic than other soldiers.

Immediately, Johnson felt severe swelling and pain in his eyes, tongue, and ears.

Bang bang bang... After a loud noise, Johnson couldn't feel anything anymore.

There was no sound, he couldn't see, he couldn't speak...but Johnson could feel the severe pain, and every second was as painful as being burned by flames.

It turns out that Chen Hao didn't kill him, but just exploded his limbs, eyes, ears and tongue, causing him to lose all mobility and sensory organs.

This is much more painful than death! Now he can't even commit suicide. He can only bear endless pain in a dark world where he can't feel anything.

How cruel this is! "No..." Johnson screamed in despair in his heart.

On the shore of the island, on the deck of a warship, a white-haired old man in his fifties, wearing a lighthouse navy uniform with a gold star on the bottom of his shoulder straps, and a group of naval officers rushed out of the cabin.

An officer handed over the binoculars: "General."

The old man took the telescope and looked towards the island.

The first thing he saw was Johnson's body with only his torso and head left, his face covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Not far behind Johnson were the headless corpses of dozens of Lighthouse soldiers, lying in a pool of blood.

Surrounded by troops and reporters from other Western countries who looked panicked and at a loss what to do.

On the other side, the Han army was following a group of Han people towards the warships on the shore.

The leader of the Han nationality was not He Yongsheng, an administrative official of the Han Dynasty's secret department, but a tall young man.

The old man put down the telescope, his expression was both shocked and gloomy.

"The damn Han people actually killed Colonel Johnson and all our soldiers!"

"God, how dare they do this? It's simply unforgivable!"

"This is an extremely arrogant declaration of war. General, we must not let the Han people go. We must retaliate!"

Other naval officers also saw this scene, and they were shocked and angry, and shouted angrily.

Johnson and the dead Lighthouse soldiers were only the vanguard troops who came to the island. Most of the other officers and soldiers stayed in the warship and did not go to the island.

Since the lighthouse country's navy is very powerful, Johnson's vanguard force is elite, and there will definitely be no problem if they go to the island with the troops of other Western countries' allies, so they are all having fun in the cabin and do not pay attention to the island in real time.

trends above.

Unexpectedly, in such a short time, Johnson's vanguard troops were all dead!


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