special forces soul

Liu Jianhui draped the national flag on his shoulders, which is very conspicuous.An Indonesian thug held up a machete and slashed at his head, grinning and shouting: "I hate Chinese pigs and the Chinese flag the most. I will kill you and use your Chinese pig's flag to kill you." Wipe your ass, the national flag of your Chinese pig is only for us Indonesians to wipe our ass. Ha ha!!!!!!”

"Uh!" Madness stopped abruptly with sickly laughter, and his wrist holding the knife was tightly grasped by a big hand like iron clamps.No matter how hard he struggled, he remained motionless.

Liu Jianhui's eyes were full of bloody red, staring at him coldly, "You are a bunch of fucking garbage, today I will clean up all of you, and purify the air that is getting more and more polluted."

As soon as he exerted force on his hand, the thug felt a sharp pain in the wrist holding the knife, and when he let go of his hand, the machete slid down.Liu Jianhui quickly took a step to the left, reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife, and swung it upwards fiercely. "Crack!" The thug's right arm was severed.

"Ah!" The thug covered his blood-spitting right arm and rolled desperately on the ground.Liu Jianhui threw down the knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife protruded from his back, nailing him to the ground, "I want to use your blood to commemorate all the Chinese who died in the hands of you trash."

Then he raised his foot and stepped on his leg fiercely, "Crack!" There was a sound of broken leg bones. "This is the fate of you rubbish killing my compatriots and humiliating the dignity of my country. Remember that if you have a next life, don't stretch your claws on the Chinese, because you will never be able to bear our crazy revenge."

Blood kept flowing from the abdomen and the wound on the shoulder.His pain-sensing nerves had reached the limit, his eyeballs protruded from their sockets, and his eyes were full of fear.He really wanted to howl to relieve the pain in his body, but with all his strength, he could only hear the sound of "Goo! Goo!" from his throat.Big mouthfuls of blood spurted out wildly, and the body twitched non-stop.

Watching Liu Jianhui's frightened and unbelievable eyes gradually lose their luster, he didn't understand until the end of his life, how these Chinese people who ran away when they saw them, were weak and bully, and let them insult and abuse at will suddenly became so crazy.With just a few people, they dared to launch the most violent attack on nearly a hundred enemies with weapons in their hands. They are really a bunch of lunatics.

In this world, no one is crazier than Ye Tianming, no one is more daring than Ye Tianming.If you provoke him, no matter how powerful and invincible you are, you will receive a desperate blow from him.But now Ye Tianming was like an angry lion, brandishing a machete, carrying out ruthless killings.

The screams and the terrible sound of bones breaking made people feel horrified, as if they had entered eighteen layers of hell.

Slowly, all the Indonesian thugs, with fear in their eyes, looked at the nine Chinese who were exuding murderous aura.

Ye Tianming and the others were surrounded by more than a dozen mutilated corpses. Such a big commotion attracted the special police and the police at the airport. These nine Chinese, like the god of death in hell, waved sickles to harvest the lives of their compatriots.

"Crack!" There was a gunshot, and a bullet landed at Ye Tianming's feet.Ye Tianming smiled slightly, "It's finally here, otherwise I really don't know where to get weapons." After speaking, he gestured to Feng Zhen who was beside him.

Then slowly turned around, an open-top jeep that could only be seen during World War II was parked tens of meters away.Including the driver, there were five Indonesian soldiers in the car.One of them got out of the car, gestured with a gun, and shouted something.