It won't stop, anyway, he, Ge Zhen is alive, as long as he is alive, the things in his head can't escape.

Montreal sees this very clearly, he has encountered too many such things on the way up and up, so he can see everything and know how to deal with it.

It's no longer a question of initiative or passivity, but of how much a person can afford to deal with such things.

If you hold a secret and can withstand the result of everyone around you being killed, then you are powerful, and he Montreal will admit defeat and will admire you.

But the problem is that no one can bear this kind of result at all, as long as it is a person, there must be friends and relatives, because no one jumps out of a stone, even if it jumps out of a stone, there is a master who can recite the mantra and can sew clothes for him, and a second junior brother with a fat head, big ears and a sweet mouth.

Who can afford it? No one can really bear it, when all his friends, all the people related to him are killed, this person is going crazy.

For the emotional animal of a social group like a person, Montreal sees it too thoroughly, and as a person like him who can see so thoroughly, he must be the kind of character who can sacrifice anyone around him at any time.

If you don't have the intention of killing your father, how can you become a big thing?

The attack in the video continued, and the place seen was shattered by machine gun fire, and Niya was already half covered in blood, and Su Duxue and Amya were lying on the back of the sofa and couldn't lift their heads.

A string of bullets hit the sofa again, knocking out a string of holes in the sofa.

The attack will not stop, Montreal sat on a chair and looked at Ge Zhen, his eyes were full of sincerity, he was waiting for the other party to give a result, and believed that this result would come out soon.

Maybe thirty seconds, maybe just ten seconds.

Ge Zhen stood in place, he took out a cigarette and bit it on his mouth, and lit it with a lighter without leaving the cigarette.

"Stop, I'll give you a place now." Ge Zhen said.

"Time is running out." Montreal laughed.

He won't stop at all, now the initiative is in his hands, either Ge Zhen will give the result within tens of seconds, or his people will kill Niya and Amya, and sell Su Duxue to the black chieftains of Africa as slaves.

"I'm going to you!" Ge Zhen scolded angrily: "The position is in my mind, I can give it if I want to, if I don't want to give it, I can't give it, or I can give it to a fake one." The Nuclear Gate is more important to you, and if you give up just a few lives, then I really despise you. Lao Tzu is not scared, you dare to play hard with me, I TM will accompany you to the end! Kill, I'm here to watch!! ”

Ge Zhen narrowed his eyes, biting his cigarette and staring at the screen, he really looked there, and there was a cold-blooded and ruthless look in his pupils.

Capturing his gaze, a flash of surprise flashed in Montreal's eyes, and he pressed his phone to stop the attack.

"Soldier Ge Zhen, you once again made me think about it differently, I found out that you are the same kind of person as me." Montreal smiled: "Very good, very good, you are a person who can achieve great things, hehe." ”

He didn't dare to press too hard, his eyes were the window of his soul, and he knew better than anyone what kind of gaze the cold-blooded and ruthless should present.

Attacks are paused and will not continue until ordered to do so by him.

"Huh!"

Ge Zhen suddenly took out a small scalpel from his mouth with his right hand, the light was dazzling, and it came so suddenly that people couldn't react.

Montreal saw it, and still sat there motionless, not paying any attention to it.

Because someone would react, anyone who tried to kill him ended up dead, and there was a faint mockery in his eyes.

This taunt was imbued with the condescension of the superior, and the mocking gaze was accompanied by a slight shaking of the head.

"Bang!"

Shots rang out, and a sniper warhead scurried in from the outside.

This is the ghost sniper who has always locked on Ge Zhen, and when he saw Ge Zhen take out the knife from his mouth, he immediately attacked.

It's a hand, and it's absolutely a no-brainer.

But...... He was wrong!

The moment Ge Zhen took out the knife, his body swung backwards fiercely, and the scalpel was also flicked up by his fingers.

"Whoosh!"

The bullet grazed his arm by a fraction of a second, leaving a stinging burn on his skin.

Dodged, dodged in an impossible situation, thrillingly avoided the precision sniping of a ghost sniper.

That's impossible......

No, it may!

Because Ge Zhen is also a ghost sniper, he can only vaguely feel the existence of another ghost sniper, which is not enough for him to find the other party's location, but he can roughly judge the direction of the other party.

"Huh!"

He took a small scalpel out of his mouth and slammed it towards Montreal.

However, the big guy still sat firmly on the chair, his eyes were still full of mockery, and he watched Ge Zhen rushing over three or four meters away.

He was shaking his head, shaking his head at Ge Zhen's impatience.

"Huh!"

Ge Zhen threw out the scalpel fiercely, and the direction was his side.

"Boom!"

A bodyguard broke through the wall, but the moment he entered, he was confronted with the scalpel thrown out by Ge Zhen, and he couldn't avoid it.

"Poof!"

The scalpel stabbed the opponent in the right shoulder, preventing him from shooting.

It's just less than a second, but less than a second is enough, Ge Zhen rushed to Montreal, three or four meters away, and reached out to grab it.

"Khooth!"

Montreal drew his saber and lunged at Ge Zhen.

This knife is full of power, and the speed is terrifying, and the biggest effect is not to kill, but to force back.

This big guy is also very strong, after all, he climbed up from the bloody storm.

However, Ge Zhen did not retreat, he pressed his arm hard against the opponent's saber, allowing the blade to open a bloody wound on Zai's arm.

There is only one chance, and Ge Zhen will never give up, even if he is seriously injured.

"Smack!"

He grabbed Montreal and threw him to the ground, spat out a third scalpel from his mouth, bit it with his teeth, pressed it against the opponent's throat, and snatched the saber from his hand with his left hand and pressed it against his side.

Montreal was captured, but it still didn't matter.

"Good skills, good reactions." Montreal laughed: "We don't need to be so stiff, right?" ”

"It's really not necessary." Ge Zhen, who was biting the scalpel, made a not very clear sound, and a smile appeared on his face: "Do you know what the wisdom of my thinking is?" ”

"Rules." Montreal smiled.

Ge Zhen turned his head violently, the scalpel clenched by his teeth sliced through the opponent's fragile throat, and the saber in his left hand also poked into his lungs at the same time.

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

"Uh......"

Montreal's face had an expression of disbelief, and his pupils, which were rapidly losing their lustre, seemed to ask why.

There's no more reason, Ge Zhen killed Montreal!

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(End of chapter)