The Genius

"Hoo -"

at dusk, the mountain wind is strong and cold.

Heishan sculpture defense area, an ancient castle almost like the White Hall of the United States, is surrounded by high walls, sentry towers, gun holes and power grids can be seen everywhere.

There are also anti-aircraft machine guns and air defense systems in the four locations, six fast access roads, and 600 soldiers holding submachine guns.

They are fierce in shape, and they have a bleak look, guarding all the entrances and exits and commanding heights.

But their eyes did not fall on the outside or around the movement, more is staring at the middle of a small round building, waiting for instructions from inside.

The round small building, referring to the luxurious hall cast by the White Hall of the United States, has 18 Leather seats scattered on both sides, on which 18 men and women sit.

One by one, they are angry and murderous, and they all have guns around their waists. At a glance, they are not easy to provoke.

At this time, they are staring at an angry old man in uniform, with instinctive awe and fear.

Behind these people, there are also dozens of soldiers, who are similarly murderous.

At their feet were six injured companions, bloodstained, with bullet holes in their shoulders or thighs, as if they had just experienced a fierce fight.

The six men were armed men who escorted the coffin back to the defense area. The 24th man went to pick up Hei Dapeng. As a result, he was chased by Fu.

Heavy losses, coffin damage, also followed by the helicopter into a jungle, up to now have not found back.

"Three hours, you haven't found the coffin yet?"

The uniformed old man is over 50 years old. His big bald head is like a big ball, reflecting the light like a beer bottle.

A pointed hawk nose, the tip of the nose is about to touch the upper lip, the lower mouth with a four inch long goatee.

Behind him hung a picture of an eagle with outspread wings and one leg, holding a huge rock at the top of the mountain under its claws.

It's Heishan carving that subdues the old man. His name is just like his own. He is brave and aggressive. Since his debut, he has been an outlaw and the most ferocious bounty hunter.

When the black mountain carving was not in the upper position, he often attacked himself and was shot or cut into a bloody gourd more than once.

After several times of life and death, but he tenaciously survived, and finally became the hero of the black triangle, with his own large armed forces.

In these decades of bloody battles, heishandiao has killed many opponents and killed many families.

The most favorite thing to do is to put the opponent's family together, let them kill each other to survive, let the opponent's family bear the pain and struggle.

It can be called scum of scum.

Therefore, heishandiao's men are more afraid of him than respect him. At the moment, when they hear that he is angry, they even lower their heads and dare not look at him.

"A bunch of trash!"

When he saw that no one responded to him, the black mountain carving became even more angry. When he slapped the table, there was a loud bang, and the solid wood table had a handprint:

"black Dapeng was shot in public, the black sword point was destroyed, and the coffin was lost. I will bear it, I will bear it again, I will bear it hard."

"But the coffin fell into our own defense area, and more than 200 people went to look for it with full arms. It took three hours to find out."

The bloody smell of black mountain carving is full of: "how can I endure this one?"

"There are so many of you who can't protect my son and let me see him for the last time. What are you not trash?"

Black hill carves hate iron not to become steel of looking at public, wish to take out gun to kill a few: "I raise you so many years, you so repay me?"

"Black commander, I'm sorry."

A short haired female officer carefully responded: "the coffin was not found in time because the jungle where the helicopter fell was too thick."

"The signal of the instrument lost its position for no reason, and the Fu's cannonball attacked from time to time. In addition, it was already dark, and the propulsion speed was a little slow."

"But please don't worry, commander black, the search personnel have narrowed down, leaving the last two jungles. The results will be available in half an hour at most."

She breathed out a long breath: "black commander and black little must see the last side."

Pattaya, a short haired female officer, is the intelligence chief of heishandiao. She used to be a bar manager. She is good at asking for information and observing what she says.

She is the right arm of heishandiao, just like heidaojian. At this moment, when she sees the master's anger, no one answers, she can only try to eliminate the master's anger.

Otherwise, Heishan carving will draw a gun and kill ten or eight people in the hall.

"You said that."

Heishandiao, like his son, is just as happy and angry. With a little finger, Pattaya drinks out:

"you say half an hour, I'll give you an hour. When you don't see the coffin coming back, I'll kill you myself."

Pattaya's pretty face changed, smelling a touch of danger, did not expect to cause trouble, but did not dare to repent, can only nod: "understand."

"You guys are rubbish."With Pattaya's assurance, heishandiao was in a better mood, but his anger rose when he saw the six injured.

He pushed aside the chair, pulled out the gun from the adjutant's hand, and walked slowly to the six injured people, with a murderous look in his eyes:

"can't protect my son's safety, can't protect his coffin, is he too unlucky, or are you too clever?"

"I'm so disappointed in you," he said, licking his lips

"Black commander, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

A wounded officer felt a touch of danger and slapped himself with his backhand: "it's our dereliction of duty, it's our failure to protect HeiShao."

"It's just that we didn't expect that Fu would chase us like this. We were caught off guard, so we dropped HeiShao's coffin."

His voice was terrified: "we really tried our best."

Black hill carves cold voice: "did not die at the scene, how to talk about trying?"

The wounded officer hugged heishandiao's thigh and said, "commander Hei, give us another chance. We will do our best in the future."

"Bang!"

Heishandiao didn't respond. He just put the muzzle of the gun in his eyebrow, pulled the trigger, and a bullet went straight to the head.

Then, Heishan Diao kicked over the corpse with one foot, with a cold touch on his face: "waste is waste, what he says is rubbish."

"You all remember that I never raise trash."

Black Mountain carving to vent their anger, but also to warn people: do not be deserters.

He missed the point of the gun.

"Bang bang!"

After a burst of gunfire, five wounded people who wanted to struggle to get up were shocked and fell back to the ground. All of them had their heads blown and died.

"Ah -"

when a new maid saw the bloody scene, she screamed instinctively, then covered her mouth and looked frightened.

But it's too late. The gun's muzzle turns. Bang! He broke the maid's heart mercilessly.

The maid was stained with blood and fell to the ground with despair on her face.

The audience was quiet, with fear in their eyes, and even the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

Even Wei Yuerong, who walked into the hall, stepped back and did not dare to speak