Cold Pride CEO and Her Personal Soldier

"Alert, alert!"

"God is coming, everybody be on guard!"

"Immediately inform the superior that God is coming!"

“……”

In an instant, two elite soldiers fell in a pool of blood and died. The remaining dozens of elite soldiers finally shouted out their words. They were on guard and did not dare to neglect at all.

They are people who have experienced life and death and are not afraid of any battle.

But now they are facing God!

God who is famous all over the world!

The sudden death of two teammates quietly made them deeply aware of the horror of God, and they couldn't help trembling.

This is a fear from the heart.

But they are still professional after all. After the incident, they panicked for only a moment. Soon they came back to their senses, discharged the most careful and professional lineup, held weapons back-to-back and dark muzzle, and locked all the positions around them that can hide people.

As long as strangers appear, they will shoot at the first time.

The atmosphere sank into anxiety.

But the God who killed them disappeared out of thin air. He hid in the dark without trace, as if he had never come. Everything just seemed like an illusion.

"How terrible..."

Some people are secretly throbbing in their hearts, because such silence has lasted for three seconds.

War is cruel. No one is sure whether the next person to say goodbye to the world will be himself. It is a line of life and death, which makes people hesitate.

When in battle, under the action of adrenal hormones, it will greatly reduce this fear from instinct, but once it calms down, people's mood will return to tension.

Three seconds are fleeting, but on the battlefield, it is a very long time.

Because in the battlefield, too many things can happen in three seconds

In particular, most of these elite soldiers are local mercenaries. Although they are also elite, over the years, they have had an instinctive fear of the God who rules here.

No matter how boastful they are and how calm they are, when they really face God, they still can't control their fear.

It's like, born.

Six seconds passed.

Everyone suffocated and looked at the darkness around him. His mouth was dry and his muscles were tight and stiff.

The elite soldiers in charge of intelligence took out their walkie talkies and were preparing to convey information to other friendly forces.

Shua!

The cold light flashed in the soft moonlight.

Poof!

Before everyone could see what the cold awn was, a broken sound suddenly sounded.

The elite soldier in charge of intelligence widened his eyes and fell to the ground without closing his eyes. He had not had time to convey information to his friends.

He's dead.

A sharp and unparalleled long sword pierced his head directly and nailed it to the ground. It was shocking and cruel.

Canglong sword!

Someone recognized it at a glance: "this is the green dragon sword, the sword of God!"

Some people can't stand it. They scold and shout, "God, those with seed come out. Aren't you invincible in the world? What kind of man is timidity? "

His teammates praised him, which was a wonderful way to motivate him.

His teammates are ready to join him to ease their tension.

Just as they were about to speak, they were stuck in the throat and their expressions were stiff.

Because they saw it.

Ten meters away, a thin man was standing at the scene. He was barehanded and expressionless. His face in the moonlight was like a knife, handsome and evil.

He seems to have been there all the time, but he seems to have just appeared there.

God!

Shua Shua!

They suddenly recovered, raised their guns to aim at Qin Feng, and resolutely pulled the trigger.

Bang bang!

The messy and terrible gunfire rang through. There was smoke everywhere at Qin Feng's feet. It was destroyed in an instant, but Qin Feng disappeared.

It's unpredictable. I don't know if I've been shot.

"Green dragon sword!"

Someone exclaimed and hurriedly turned to look at the dead intelligence elite soldier. Only then did he find that the sword that nailed it to the ground had long disappeared.

A strong sense of unease surged up.

Shua!

The wind is howling and the sword is fierce.

In an instant, the bodies of 16 people were stiff and the bodies were different!

They didn't know what had happened, and they didn't think they would die like this. They only knew that they might have been beheaded by a sword.

Bloody, brutal!

Shua!

The strong wind rises again, and the sword Qi is even worse.

Fourteen more people were killed.

The cold murderer came.

Death is calling.

The gates of hell are opened.

Back and forth, less than a minute.

In this minute, there was only a burst of gunfire.

Qin Feng didn't say a word.

Thirty six people were exposed and thirty-five died.

Twenty one people were hidden in the dark, and twenty-one died.

But the leader of this team has lived alone.

He was unharmed, holding his rifle tightly in his hand, but he seemed to be a dead man.

He pretended to stand where he was, staring at the sword man walking slowly in front of him. He wanted to shoot, but he found that he had no strength to shoot. The whole person seemed to be frozen and his body could not be controlled by himself.

He had never been so frightened.

Because he has never seen such a terrible man!

Who says mercenaries are brave and fearless?

It's just that I haven't met God yet!

Until now, the little leader is still sleepwalking. I'm not sure that their team of nearly 60 people has been destroyed.

It seems that the whole army has been destroyed without any value.

Why?

Why?

Qin Feng walked up to the little leader. They were similar in height and looked stronger. But from the side, the little leader was so weak, as if the wind could fall.

Qin Feng looked up and down at the little leader. His face was expressionless and made a indifferent voice: "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

The little leader swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm a seal mercenary!"

"Seals?" Qin Feng recalled, then shook his head: "I don't have any impression at once, but it's not important. Tell me... What's your name?"

As he spoke, Qin Feng took the birth death book and a pen.

As for the Canglong sword, he had long been inserted upside down on the ground.

This picture seems not to be fighting, but talking about business. Otherwise, why did Qin Feng put down his weapons and take out his pen and paper?

But the more so, the more trembling the little leader's heart was.

What a terrible man.

It's horrible!

He played down all the people present and left the most useful himself, but he didn't ask how many his friends were and who was the biggest leader. Instead, he asked here, what's his name?

He doesn't care how many enemy troops there are or who the enemy's leader is.

Because he has determined that everyone involved in this matter is already a corpse.

Even if he is only one person!

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