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Chapter 887: I Don't Feel Safe!

Hawkeye is a tough opponent.

However, Lei Zhen didn't have the slightest fear.

Back then, when they followed the instructors to fight against several opponents in the world, who knew what this hairy kid was doing?

They don't make as much money as these killers, and their names are not as famous as these killers, but they have a common name: Huaxia Special Forces! [

This name is famous in any corner of any region of the world.

They are not afraid of death, because they know that the soul of a soldier never dies.

Perhaps because of the long-term use of guns for long-range attacks, Hawkeye is slightly inexperienced in close combat.Even if the strength is good, but in the face of Lei Zhen, a pervert who can force the instructor Tang Lie to retreat abruptly, he can only be beaten passively.

boom--

Avoiding Hawkeye's sharp dagger attack, Lei Zhen punched him in the chest.

The military thorn in his hand couldn't be saved, so he could only block it with his elbow.

click-

A broken elbow.

Hawkeye didn't expect Lei Zhen to be so powerful that he would break when he touched it, making it impossible for him to resist.

He snorted and backed away quickly.

I want to hold on for a while, buy myself some time, and wait until my body can bear the pain of the broken arm before fighting for the second round.

Lei Zhen obviously saw through his mind.

He sneered, his body flew towards him again, not giving Hawkeye any chance to breathe.

boom--

The iron fist wearing black gloves attacked again.

Hawkeye dodged quickly, and Lei Zhen punched a big hole in the wall panel of the wooden tower bridge.

slam-la-

The broken wood broke and fell, making the sound of collision and friction.

boom--[

Another punch came out.

A big hole was punched out by Lei Zhen again in the place Hawkeye was avoiding.

Lei Zhen became the king of destruction, and this wooden work of art was easily dismembered by him.

Hawkeye was terrified.

Is he fighting with a human?Or a monster?

He wanted to shout, but couldn't.He wanted to hide, but he was hit continuously by Lei Zhen.

嗖

A knife stabbed out, but the dagger fell into Lei Zhen's hands.

Lei Zhen grasped the barbed triangular army thorn with the palm of the special glove, no matter how hard Hawkeye tried, he couldn't snatch the weapon back from the opponent's hand.

哐

Lei Zhen kicked out.

Hawkeye's body was pushed against the wall of the wooden tower with his feet. Hawkeye struggled desperately, but couldn't move.

"Welcome to Huaxia." Lei Zhen said in English.Although his English is terrible, he still understands the most basic polite language.

Hawkeye's body fell silent.He understood that his struggle meant nothing to this man.It doesn't make any sense to me either.

"Goodbye." Lei Zhen said.

His right foot kicked hard.

"Crack!"

Hawkeye's ribs were broken by his trampling, and his entire chest was sunken.

His facial features were bleeding, and his appearance was horrible.

Lei Zhen retracted his feet, and Hawkeye's body slowly slid down the wall.

thump

He plopped down on the ground and fell. [

Lei Zhen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a match.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at the dead body on the ground and sighed: "American welfare is so good, what kind of killer?"

The thin-faced monkey looked at the charred corpse on the ground, with a sad and regretful expression: "I've said it all, you don't kill if you hand over the gun, you insist on killing. Rude."

He snorted coldly, turned angrily and ran towards the main gate of the West Garden

The gate of the west courtyard.

Tang Zhong and Dong Puti were stopped.

A man whose whole body is covered in a black windbreaker.The man was wearing a black hat, Tang Zhong couldn't even see his face clearly, he could only see a detailed outline.

"This man is not ugly." Tang Zhong thought in his heart.

"Mr. Tang Zhong. This is really a surprise." The man stood not far from Tang Zhong and said calmly.

His English is a typical London accent, which was deeply felt by Tang Zhong when he went to England to visit Tang Xin.

"He's an Englishman." Tang Zhong put a label on him again.

"Yes. You create a surprise for me, and I will reward you with a surprise." Tang Zhong said with a smile. "We owe nothing to each other."

"If everything in the world is so simple, how happy it would be." The man also laughed. "But why do I feel that you owe me more?"

"What do I owe you?"

"Life. Riches. And greater glory."

Tang Zhong turned to look at Dong Puti, and asked, "How do you say fart in English?"

Dong Puti glanced at Tang Zhong and said a word.

"Fart." Tang Zhong cursed at the man in black. "I owe you my life? I recruited you to provoke you? Your shitty King Kong organization killers came after me like a pack of mad dogs. I don't want to be killed, of course I have to fight back. Could it be that the only way to kill me is to let you slaughter me." Do I owe you my life?"

"As for owing you wealth, that's even more of a joke. Since when did I ask you to borrow money? You've done too many bad things, and you've done too many bad things. Now that you're exposed, you become angry and want to kill someone." Silence?"

"Who do you think you are? God?"

The man in black thought about it seriously, and said, "What you said is correct."

"Fortunately, there are still people who understand." Tang Zhong said. "It's still too late for you to correct yourself."

"In a sense, we are indeed God." The man in black added.

"" Tang Zhong wanted to scold Mala for being a 'fuck'.Can't you finish talking at once?Digging such a big hole will kill people.

"so"

"So we deserve to die?"

The man in black glanced at Dong Boti and said, "Actually, our goal is relatively simple, and it's just you."

Dong Boti stepped forward and said with a sneer: "Except for God himself, I have never seen anyone so thick-skinned as to claim to be God. We are together. If you want to kill me, kill me too."

Tang Zhong looked at Dong Puti and said emotionally, "Why do you want to get involved? Since they don't want to touch you, you should leave quickly."

"Idiot." Dong Puti scolded. "He can kill if he wants to? He thinks he is a god? My master is still a Bodhisattva."

"It's true." Tang Zhong's confidence doubled all of a sudden. "I always call your master an old witch, but she didn't curse me."

""

The man in black gestured and said, "This is really a pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black appeared behind him like ghosts.

"More than people?" Tang Zhong sneered.He also gestured with his hand.

bang bang bang

Rows of men in black came running from a distance, densely packed and spreading out.

Dong Puti's eyes widened and he said, "Why do you have so many people?"

"You know" Tang Zhong explained. "I grew up with insecurities."

""

Concerned about fidgeting.

He sat down and stood up, stood up and sat down.

He took a sip of the tea in front of him, then sprayed it out, and shouted, "Li Jia, change the tea."

Li Jia understood his concern.He has failed too many times.Even if there is a chance of success this time, he still can't rest assured.

Li Jia took the teacup that was still warm in Caring's hand, walked over to pour out the tea, washed the cup, made a new cup of hot tea and brought it over.

Jerry was very disdainful of the show of concern. He leisurely played with the porcelain teacup in his hand and said, "Mr. Guan, don't be nervous. It will be fine. Will the skeleton disappoint anyone who believes in him? It was like this before, and it will be like this in the future. So too."

"I'm not worried" cares about denial.He was indeed worried.He didn't know what was going on, but he always had a bad premonition. "I just want to know how things are going. Why hasn't there been any news yet."

Jerry turned to look over, and the engineer-looking man shook his head at him.

"The message has not yet returned."

Jerry also felt more anxious, but of course he couldn't show it on his face like he cared about that bumpkin.

With a faint smile on his face, he said: "It always takes some time to do things. Maybe the process is a bit cumbersome, but we should trust the professionalism of those people."

"Yes. I think so too." Caring forced himself to be quiet. "Mr. Jerry, the mission is completed, what are your plans next?"

"Planning? I may have to go back and report on the progress of the mission as soon as possible," Jerry said.

Caring glanced at Li Jia and said, "Mr. Jerry, what about us? Has the organization made arrangements for us?"

"Of course." Jerry smiled. "You are a hero of the organization. You have to go back with me to receive the honor. Any hero who has paid for the organization, the organization will not treat them badly."

"Thank you, Mr. Jerry." He said with concern and joy.Regardless of whether you treat them badly or not, you must first have a place to stay and save your life.

At this moment, the doorbell rang in the house.

Everyone was shocked, but they still sat there calmly.

Li Jia walked over to the visual video of ringing the doorbell, looked at the young man on the screen, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"A courier," said the young man.

"What?" There was something very absurd about caring.The location where they live is extremely hidden.Even in order to guard against Nomad, Gongsun Jian and others who had met once, they deliberately moved from the place where they lived before.

They never send things outside. People outside don't know their addresses, so how could there be express delivery?

"Let him go. Let him go far away." Caring jumped up and shouted at the young man on the screen.

Jerry's driver stood up and said with a smile, "Let me handle this kind of thing."

After speaking, he opened the door and went out.

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