"You're back twenty minutes later than I expected." The white man raised his wrist, squinted at the time on his watch, and looked at a burly man standing at the front of the line with a smile, his smiling face without the slightest reproach.

But hearing his words, the burly man's face changed slightly, and he bent down again: "It's my fault, president"

There is no explanation, and there is no need for explanation.

Hearing his words, the white man didn't say much, just smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Cassel come with me, and the others go back to rest." ”

"Yes, President" The man's heart tightened, but he had to bend down and say yes loudly, then straightened his upper body again, and walked quickly towards the white man who had turned around, and followed him in an orderly manner, not even daring to disarm his own weapons and equipment.

The white man looked very thin, as if a casual breeze could blow him up, but as his confidant, he knew how terrifying this person was, and when he thought of the fiery snake flying in the sky, he couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously owed to the white man.

This humble military base is very rudimentary indeed, with only a row of dilapidated wooden huts in the entire col, and even more dilapidated straw huts than wooden huts have been built on uneven open space.

The wooden house is where the team members and others live, and the grass shed on the open field is the place where the miners rest, although no one really regards these miners as * people, but they do have to enter the mine every day to mine, according to Cassel's own incomplete statistics, the number of miners who die in the base every month can be as high as nearly 100

Of the nearly 100 deaths, 80 percent died at the hands of their presidents, 15 percent were dragged out by the team members here to be used as live targets and were teased to death, and of the remaining 5 percent, only 23 percent died in the mines. The rest either starved to death or died of disease.

In short, in this military base, miners are equivalent to animals, and everyone has the right to put them to death, even if it results in no mining! In fact, these miners are just a smoke bomb released by the president to the outside world, and they don't care about their life or death at all, except to cover up the facts.

Very few miners survive here safely for more than three months.

The sources of these miners are either ordinary men from Burma, Thailand, and Laos who have been captured by the Divine Court, or prisoners or smugglers who have been purchased from other armed groups. Of course, the largest proportion of them are gamblers who are smuggled to Vietnam, Myanmar, Laos and other countries to participate in gambling, and lose to the point of borrowing usury, but Zuihou does not pay back.

The low cost and the considerable number that can be replenished at any time directly leads to the fact that these miners are not even as good as cats and dogs in this military base, and the obedient ones can also make you live for a few more days, and even react more violently with a little verbal conflict...... The abandoned mine not far from the base is their collective grave!

People who have not been exposed to this kind of thing. It's hard to imagine a similar scene, describing these people in the Asian branch as beasts, or even complimenting them!

If the believers of the Divine Court of Jeongshijie saw this scene, would they question the gods they had believed in all their lives?

The warrior followed the leader into a small cabin at the innermost part of the col. Different from the dilapidated scene outside, although this small wooden house is not beautiful on the outside, it is describable on the inside!

Once the president had entered the cabin, he sat down on the couch and glanced up at the heavily armed warriors. He smiled and asked, "Maybe you should explain to me that eighty people have passed over, leaving only you sixty-one people back." Are nineteen people still lost? ”

"President......" His heart was shocked, and he knelt down in front of the president with a pop, and said in a trembling voice: "We were chased and killed by a large number of Chinese troops in the process of retreating, and they ...... ...... by Chinese soldiers"

"I don't blame you, there's no need to be afraid." The president put his hands on his knees, got up from the sofa, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Rest for the night, tomorrow morning you still need to go to Huaxia, but this time it is not Xinjiang, but Huahai in Huaxia." ”

"Yes, President!" His back was already sweating, and after assuring himself from the president's words, he breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.

However, before the president could explain the details of the mission, the door that had been closed was suddenly kicked open, and after a bang, a man's extremely magnetic voice immediately sounded clearly in the ears of the president and Cassel: "Don't go anywhere, hell is your eternal home!" ”

The president and Cassel are both ruthless characters who are on the verge of life and death all year round, especially the president, in addition to being the president of the Asian branch of the Divine Court, he is also a marquis powerhouse!

The next second the door was kicked open, the president raised his right arm high, and a pinch of yellow flame suddenly appeared on the tips of his five fingers, jumping happily, the flame was small, but no one could ignore the deterrent power that this pinch of flame could bring.

In the process, he took off a miniature submachine gun on his shoulder, and in less than two seconds, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the door of the wooden house, and he pulled the trigger violently!

In such an emergency, any professional soldier will not just threaten with a gun, but will make a decision on the spot, immediately pull the trigger, and shoot the person who suddenly intrudes on the spot!

Those who still have to see each other's faces clearly at such times, and even have to chirp and say a few words, are either qualified professional soldiers or laymen who make cameos!

The muzzle of the "Da ......" miniature submachine gun lit up with a burst of fire, and the bullets rained down on the door of the wooden house, but the gunfire only lasted less than two seconds before it stopped, and the soldier who was half-kneeling on the ground and holding the gun fell into a state of stupor.

There was a man standing at the door, to be precise, a man whose body was shrouded in golden light, and whose face was hidden by the golden light! This man was directly bounced off when the other party's bullet hit his body without even showing a blood splash, and he couldn't cause any damage to him at all!

The nerves of such a warrior are definitely tough compared to most people, but with the tenacity of his nerves, when he saw this man who was almost covered in golden light, he instinctively fell into a stunned situation, and it was this stunned for less than three seconds, and he had no chance to shoot again.

"Lah......" A finger almost without the slightest obstacle split the miniature submachine gun in his hand into two, and before he could make any more moves, the fingers that exuded a cold aura were already against his neck, and his whole body froze for a moment, not daring to act rashly again.

"President, is you?" This soldier is a dispensable character for Wang Ming, although he learned from the conversation with the chairman just now that he participated in the terrorist operation of East Turkistan in the Kashgar region, but for Wang Ming, he is at best a damn small character.

Therefore, Wang Ming completely focused his attention on the solemn face of the president, showed a smile at him, and said in a fluent ancient Roman language: "Before coming here, I always wanted to ask you a question. ”

"What?" The president's whole body's attention fell on Wang Ming's body, and he paid full attention to Wang Ming's every move, word and deed, and when he heard Wang Ming's words, he almost subconsciously asked a rhetorical question.

"As a beast." Wang Chaoming showed a mouthful of small white teeth: "Do you feel stressed?" ”

The "bastard" leader's face sank, and he didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates at all, only to see him raise his hand and wave, the pinch of flame jumping on the tip of his right finger rose against the storm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into five yellow fire snakes!

"Let's die" shouted, two of the five yellow fire snakes with tens of thousands of degrees of heat were entangled in mid-air, and the remaining three blocked all of Wang Ming's retreats, mixed with indomitable power and rolling heat waves, and pounced on Wang Ming at an extremely fast speed!

"Playing with fire in front of me? Do you deserve it too? Wang Ming sneered disdainfully, didn't even look at the subordinate who was half-kneeling on the ground, and directly cut his neck with a wave of his palm, letting the blood splash on his body, and raised his left hand at the same time: "Holy fire, duh!" ”

The golden flame appeared in front of Wang Ming out of thin air, and with the appearance of this golden flame, the air in the wooden house was instantly drained, and in such a terrifying high temperature, the wooden house had already turned into flying ashes in an instant!

And the five yellow fire snakes that the president cast, without even having a chance to struggle, were instantly devoured by Wang Ming's holy flames, and, mixed with the energy injected by the yellow fire snake, the golden flames rolled towards the already dumbfounded president......

The scorching golden flame of "Huhu ......" was like a world-destroying fire that could devour all things, and everywhere it went, it was full of ashes, and the leader, the helmsman of the Asian Divine Court Branch, who had been fighting on Shijie for decades, didn't even have a chance to scream, and was burned to ashes in an instant!

However, since Wang Ming said that he wanted him to break his bones and scatter his soul, how could he break his promise?

Wang Ming's gaze was firmly locked on the place where the president had stood before, and after about ten seconds or so, in Wang Ming's line of sight, small white and crystal points of light converged in mid-air, slowly forming the appearance of the president before his death.

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