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Tony noticed the look in his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat, but he sneered in a self-deprecating tone: "What? My Tony is worth ten million yuan?"

Fang Quan smiled: "30 million yuan, I will fight for the program loading time of the Mark 1 for you."

Tony's eyes instantly became complicated, and he looked at Fang Quan in shock: "Do you understand?"

This man knows what he's doing.

Damn it!

Why is there a genius who can understand what I'm doing in this shitty place!

Fang Quan clicked his tongue: "Forty million yuan, you talk too much nonsense."

Tony said in a deep voice: "Fifty million yuan, plus my Tony Stark's friendship, help me protect Yin Sen as well. When I return to the group, I will give you an extra reward."

Fang Quan smiled: "I want a Mark III armor."

At present, I don't have enough combat ability yet, so grabbing Tony's armor is the best solution.

The corner of Tony's mouth twitched: "Are you blackmailing me?"

If he gets out alive and upgrades this set of steel armor technology, this is definitely a terrifying individual warfare technology that is difficult to target at the current stage.

Such a thing is too dangerous for a stranger.

I want to leave alive, but it doesn't mean I want to indirectly cause terrorist incidents.

Fang Quan looked at him playfully: "Are you sure you want to reject me who killed me all the way here?"

Tony glanced at the ninja standing beside Fang Quan respectfully, and raised his eyebrows: "Deal."

No matter what, as long as he can return home alive, he can talk about anything.

Moreover, this young man was able to break into here without a trace, and he also has such a strange healing ability, it is worth making friends with.

Best of all, as long as you wait for the program to load, any issues shouldn't be a problem.

The leader ghost respectfully took out a chair from the darkness and placed it behind Fang Quan, while the two ghost soldiers at the side obediently took out a necromancer robe from the shadows and handed it to Fang Quan.

Fang Quan looked down at his beggar's attire, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his arms, allowing the three ghost soldiers to serve him.

Tony's eyelids twitched: "What are you? Witchcraft? Magic?"

How on earth did chairs, clothes, and the technology that someone just disappeared do?

Fang Quan closed his eyes, letting the leader Ghosting wipe the blood on his face with a wet towel: "Dark magic."

"Da da da!"

The deafening sound of gunshots came from outside the cave.

The seven ghost soldiers standing near the door raised their heads in unison, their blood-red eyes exuded a terrifying murderous look, and looked indifferently towards the direction of the gunshots.

Two of the ghost soldiers quickly disappeared into the shadows.

In the next second, there was a terrifying scream from where the gunshot came from:

"Ahhhh!"

The screams were very short, and soon, the cave fell into silence.

The bloody smell in the cave became faintly stronger.

Tony felt that the world view was being challenged: "Isn't this ninjutsu?"

I saw with my own eyes two iron-blue ninjas walking straight into the shadows, and then there were terrified screams from a distance.

This is much more exciting than magic.

Fang Quan's face was wiped clean, and he put on a brand new necromancer robe. He opened his eyes with a calm expression: "Magic, all of this is magic."

Excitement ignited in Tony's eyes: "Damn it, I only know about such an interesting thing now. If you are willing to cooperate with my research, I am willing to give you another 10 million yuan."

Fang Quan glanced at Tony indifferently, ignored him, sat on the chair, and waited for the report from the ghostly soldiers.

The leader Ghost stood on the spot and tilted his head slightly. After listening to the reports of the other two ghost soldiers, he bowed his head respectfully and approached Fang Quan, passing the scene in his mind to him.

The report of the leader ghost appeared in Fang Quan's mind, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the camera installed above the cave: "They saw us through the monitor, and they are going to blow up the tunnel to trap us?"

On the wall of the cave, there are three full monitors installed, almost all the scenes in the room can be seen at a glance.

The leader, Ghosting, bowed slightly and stood obediently on one side.

Fang Quan sneered and rubbed his chin: "It's ridiculous, you think you can trap us like this? Go, kill them all."

The leader Guiying's eyes flashed fiercely, and he respectfully knelt down on one knee to take orders, and then sank into the shadows on the ground.

The remaining ghost soldiers knelt on one knee to take orders, and followed the leader, ghost, into the shadows one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the ten ghost soldiers disappeared without a trace.

Tony opened his mouth wide: "Oh... Falk! These people can do magic!?"

Yin Sen adjusted his glasses tremblingly, and put his hands together: "My God."

Although these people seemed to come to rescue Tony and himself.

But, my god, these people look horrible.

...

Raza stroked the ring on his finger with his right hand, and his face was full of sternness: "Where did these guys in black clothes come from!?"

In just a few minutes, he sensed something was wrong and immediately came to the monitoring room.

Only two terrified corpses remained on the ground, lying in a pool of blood, and opened their hearts to meet Death God.

Holding the communicator in his hand, his face was also extremely ugly, and he hurriedly reported: "Report, the enemy came in lurking, and after killing our patrol team, they went straight to Tony Stark's prison room.

The team we went to besiege was all dead. "

The losses were severe.

In just ten minutes, nearly twenty people died.

Looking at the scene on the monitor, Raza said in a deep voice, "Blow up the passage first to prevent them from taking Tony away. You, go and lead someone to check the vicinity to see if there are other enemies."

Deputy: "Okay, let's do it."

Raza slammed his fist on the table angrily, his face was full of impatience: "Suspend the deal with Obadiah first, and get rid of these damn bastards first!"

No one behind him responded, the room became silent, and a bloody smell came into his nostrils.

On the monitor screen that was lit in front of Raza, a figure in black combat uniform was reflected.

His pupils shrank sharply, and he drew the gun with his left hand instantly, and the muzzle of the gun was turned upside down to shoot behind him. In just over a second, the magazine in his hand was emptied, and his body also dodged to the side. submachine gun.

"Da da da!"

Raza broke out in a cold sweat, and threw the pistol away after the magazine was emptied, grabbed the submachine gun and turned around to aim at the door.

Raza only saw a puff of light black smoke slowly dissipating in the air, while his deputy was covering his cut throat, making a slight noise, and stretched out a blood-stained palm towards himself in despair.

On the chest of the deputy, there is even a long knife piercing through the heart.

Fatally wounded, hopeless.

Raza was silent for a moment, raised his gun and pointed it at the deputy's head.

"Snapped!"

The divine light in the deputy's eyes froze instantly, and his blood-stained palm fell weakly on the ground, his body lying in a pool of blood.

Raza cursed angrily: "Damn devil, get out!"

The surveillance room was quiet, and even the soldiers who were supposed to be guarding the door didn't respond.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind in the desert blew in, and a strong smell of blood poured in, and Raza's face became extremely ugly.

Outside the door, there were four soldiers guarding them.

It took just over a minute to walk in and look at the monitor.

Even when his deputy was killed, he didn't realize it in time.

Since when did these guys start?

Raza stared closely at the door, and out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the body of his deputy on the ground.

Long knife?

Why is it a long knife?

Wouldn't it be better to use a tactical dagger?

Raza kicked the table over and used it as a cover, looking at the corpse on the ground out of the corner of his eye, analyzing how the enemy made a move.

Bright lights poured down, and the pool of blood on the ground quietly reflected Raza's tense face and a pair of blood-red eyes behind him.

Raza's breathing stopped in shock, his heart beat to the top of his throat, he rushed forward quickly, turned over the table, and fell on the still warm corpse of his deputy, half of his body was smashed into a pool of blood.

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