Chapter 504

This time I came to handler forest to fight, the boxer was not happy.

Although the number of white shark mercenaries is not the largest among the three mercenary groups invited by the sponsor (only 18), the equipment is the best and the strength is the strongest.

At the beginning, when he received the invitation from the organizers, the boxer emperor was very dissatisfied that the organizers invited two other garbage mercenary groups (in his eyes, the other two mercenaries were garbage). He felt that it was a shame to go out to carry out tasks with those people.

It has to be said that the people of that country have a strong sense of superiority in any field except the congenital shortness of men's things.

However, the head of the white shark mercenary group is Smith.

Compared with the boxer king, Smith, a Scotsman, has a far more strategic vision: the organizers offer such a high price, but they absolutely hold the strong and bully the weak, which is extremely low-risk and makes a lot of money. Only a fool won't accept it.

He doesn't care if the white shark regiment can perform well in this mission, such as being "giant jade pillar" by the sponsor.

He only cares about whether he has enough money. The less dangerous it is, the better. It's better to be an audience. It's better to stand aside and clap hands.

After Smith led the team to handler forest, according to the requirements of the organizers, he took his legion into his position, waiting for the fish to bite.

When the battle did not start, Smith got the news: the enemy was about 50 people. According to the information provided by the organizers, it was likely that they were elite Chinese agents.

Just learned that the other party is a Chinese agent, Smith's blue eyes still stagnated for a while.

As the leader of white shark mercenary in Africa, of course, Smith has heard of the sharpness of Chinese agents.

In fact, most of his men know that.

I didn't expect to fight against the Chinese agent - Smith frowned, vaguely feeling that the business was not as simple as expected.

However, when he saw thousands of fanatics and two other mercenaries, this fear soon disappeared: even if the Chinese secret service agent had the fabulous comparison, what would it be? Don't forget they're 50 against thousands!

Sure enough, as Smith expected, after the battle started, although the enemy made the fastest response and achieved certain results in the moment after the attack, those deadly fanatics kept pressing down like moths to the fire.

Although there were at least seven or eight fanatics who could fight a Chinese agent, half an hour after the battle started, Smith felt a long sigh of relief: the battle is basically over.

According to the current fanatics' life for life fighting method, unless those 50 Chinese agents are immortal transformers, or sooner or later they will be finished.

An hour before the battle started, the white shark army was like a snake hidden in the grass, quietly coiled there, waiting for the best time to attack.

There is no doubt that Smith's tactics are correct, avoiding unnecessary casualties.

Only a few people, such as the boxer emperor, were full of complaints that they could not fight to kill happily.

Just as the Chinese are especially enemies of the island people, the peace loving island people also hope to give the Chinese people a fatal blow at the right time.

Smith said with a smile, "my dear friend, please keep your patience and keep your energy up. Because it won't be long before you'll have a chance to show off. "

Sure enough, after more than half an hour, don't besiege the enemy within half a square kilometer and be forced to engage in a scuffle.

So the white shark corps, and the other two legions, moved.

On the one hand, it is a Chinese agent who has been fighting hard for more than an hour and has paid a little price for breaking through the heavy encirclement.

On the other hand, there are hundreds of well-trained professional mercenaries. At the beginning of the scuffle, the form of the battlefield has become almost one-sided. Within a few minutes, seven or eight Chinese agents ambushed their bodies on the spot.

After the well-equipped professional mercenaries joined in, the fanatics, who were already in large numbers, became even more crazy. They were like fish in water, shouting and shouting. Almost a dozen people surrounded and killed an enemy.

The result is conceivable.

"A bunch of dementia!"

The boxer, who especially liked close combat in the battle, saw five or six fanatics encircling a Chinese agent, chopped off the enemy's head, cut open his stomach, and formed a circle. After dancing happily hand in hand, he swore in a low voice.

But then, his eyes congealed, and then he flew into the Bush, raised his hand and grabbed a seriously injured Chinese agent. In the strange cry, his fist smashed hard on his face!

Bang -- the strong head of human beings, which was smashed by the fist emperor!

Thousands of peach blossoms bloom miserably.

With one hand holding up the remnant corpse of the enemy, like a human bear, the boxer roared: "ah

The roar of the boxer King attracted the attention of others.

Those fanatics dancing around the corpse were stunned to see this behind the scenes.When the two Chinese agents, who were fighting to break through the encirclement, saw the tragic death of their companions, they both burst their eyes, roared and rushed to this side. However, they were surrounded by more fanatics and soon disappeared into the sea of people.

"A group of sick men!"

The boxer sneered and swung his right hand. The body, weighing 70 kg, was thrown to a tree next to him and then fell to the ground.

The boxer, who was splashed with blood, felt that he was the God of war on the whole battlefield, invincible!

Unfortunately, there were too few enemies - he couldn't kill him to the full. He could only clap his hands on his chest and roar up to the sky to express his dissatisfaction.

Bang!

Just as the boxer gorilla slapped his heart and howled, he felt the strong wind behind his head. He bent down subconsciously and stamped one foot on his shoulder, which made him stagger several meters away.

Suddenly a turn around, the boxer angry open eyes, saw a big Asian man.

This man, with a resolute face like a knife and axe, is half a head higher than him, just like a God in the world.

But his whole body blood, as if out of the plasma like, eyes with a towering hatred, but maintain a frightening calm.

This must be the leader of the enemy!

At the moment of seeing this man, the boxer immediately felt his identity, and his whole body was excited. He raised his hand to block the fanatics who were going to attack him. He said in a proud voice: "his, it's me!"

Most of the fanatics stopped obediently, but a few ignored the words of the champion: pinched, why is he yours? If you can capture this guy alive, it will be a great credit!

A huge fanatic, throwing away his AK-47 rifle, pulled out his dagger, and roared at the man first!

"Yours, dead and dead!"

The boxer was so angry that he jumped forward. He raised his hand and grabbed the Fanatic's shoulder. He pulled his left hand into his arms. His left hand became a claw. He even thrust himself into his stomach, grabbed his liver, kidney and intestines and pulled it out!

The huge fanatic screamed and died immediately.

"Who else dares to come up?"

The boxer used the corpse to the ground and looked at the other fanatics coldly.

Those fierce and fearless fanatics who were fearless of death during the encirclement and suppression of Chinese agents all shivered and subconsciously retreated: although they were not afraid of death, they did not want to die under the emperor of boxing.

The fanatics were trembling at the sight of a cat, which made the boxer very happy. They snorted contemptuously and held out the index finger of his right hand. They ticked the Chinese man who seemed to be unstable and indicated that he would come up!

Under the gaze of many fanatics, the Huaxia, who suffered at least seven or eight injuries and suffered serious blood loss, severely bit his lower teeth, but raised his left little finger to the boxer, then slowly went down.

Insult, this is an insult to the boxer's chiguoguo. He has been hurt like this. He dares to insult a powerful enemy. If he is not torn to pieces, how can he be worthy of his great reputation?

The boxer was so angry that he jumped into the air in a roar and smashed at the man like a bullfight.

The boxer emperor wants to break off the enemy's little finger, pick out his scornful eyes, tear his heart, liver and lung, and make him a complete ghost!

When the boxer smashed away like a bullfight, the man, who was wounded in many places and was standing on the spot, also gave a low roar and rushed to the boxer.

Bang!

In a collision like Mars hitting the earth, the crowd of fanatics watching them subconsciously retreat.

The boxer also stepped back, three steps back.

The man stepped back six or seven steps, then opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The fool can also see that in this collision, the boxer won, because the other side retreated several steps more than him, and also vomited blood.

However, the boxer emperor did not have the slightest joy, on the contrary, he was even more furious: the enemy was injured in many places, and could even touch him!

What does this prove?

It can only be proved that if the Chinese were not injured so much, the boxer would not be his opponent.

Even, in the moment when they collide with each other, they can wring the neck of the boxer!

The boxer, who has always been proud of the world, suffered serious damage to his self-esteem, which led to his red eyes and a strange cry.

This time, he pulled out his usual samurai sword.

He wants to cut the enemy who dares to compare with him to pieces.

In that way, he can vent his hatred!

However, just as the emperor of boxing was holding a samurai sword in his hands, and he rushed to the enemy with overwhelming momentum, the Chinese turned around deftly and directly threw himself into the bushes behind him. Coward * *,

, the sick man of East Asia, he has the ability to fight and fight with me. What?The enemy's escape without a fight almost made the boxer mad, and with a bright Samurai knife, he fiercely cleaved into the bush.

But the man, like a little bee flying into the garden and a dragon swimming back to the sea, disappeared inexplicably after diving into the bushes.

The boxer was very angry. After searching for a large area of bushes, he was like an old woman who had been turned around by thirty black brothers for a whole night. He scolded endlessly, and finally spread his anger on the corpse whose head was smashed by his fist. He chopped the corpse into meat paste.

From then on, he looked down upon the Chinese people even more: if you can't fight, you can't escape. What's one of the most elite agents in the world?

It seems that he did not expect that the enemy not only suffered multiple injuries, but also showed his Samurai Sword - the Chinese retreated, but did not want to sacrifice in vain.

"sick man of East Asia, shameless Chinaman! * *!

In the next few days, the boxer emperor never saw the man again. He had to use these two words all the time to vent his dissatisfaction, even at the vigil.

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