Yue Feng sat down with peace of mind and continued to stare at the entrance and exit of the sewer.

Soon, the gas team rushed over, removed the iron cover, and poured poison gas into the sewers.

Yue Feng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly understood what to do.

After filling the poison gas, the gas team returned to their residences, put their anti-gas clothes and masks into the house, and then went to the dormitory to rest.

Yue Feng quietly followed, seized the opportunity, and quickly used a paper clip to unlock the door, stealing a set of anti-gas clothes and masks, as well as a bag for the poison gas group, ready to use to hold weapons.

Of course, the anti-gas clothing and masks are stolen from the spare cabinet to avoid detection.

Immediately, he hid in a hidden place, guarding outside the poison gas group.

Sure enough, dozens of minutes later, the gas team received an order to search for the body and set off again. They put on gas masks, brought tools, and set off.

Yue Feng added halfway, quickly followed the back of the team, and walked forward with the pace of "Luo Quanjiao".

Wearing a gas suit and mask, who still pays attention to him, who still recognizes him?

Soon, everyone smoothly entered the sewers, and the team leader ordered to search immediately.

A moment later, not far away, the devils found the body,

The anti-virus squad cheered and quickly stepped forward to inspect it.

This poisonous gas is very domineering, and those who inhale it cannot breathe, and their faces are very painful and itchy.

Before dying, the wounded soldier scratched his face, and the poisonous gas made his face swollen, making it even more difficult to recognize.

But there is one place that can be quickly recognized.

That's the crotch cloth, and the marks on the buttocks.

The team leader quickly gave an order, saying, "Quick, carry him up." ”

The team members were a little scared, after all, the other party was a "ghost king", in case he cursed before he died and buried his head, it would be better to live than to die, and it might also cause trouble to his family.

"Let me come, I want to make meritorious service, make the first meritorious service!"

Yue Feng shouted, very active, the first one stepped forward, in fact, quietly took out the four grenades, pulled out the safety bolt, knocked it out, and stuffed it behind the butt of the corpse.

He pretended to have discovered something suddenly, and cried out in horror: "Thunder! ”

He ran back as hard as he could, and after three seconds, he swooped to the ground.

When the other team members heard the "trick thunder", they reacted quickly and fell to the ground.

There were eight people who reacted slowly, and they only heard two "booms", and they were blown up and killed either by injury, but only one died.

Because of the four grenades, the buttocks of the corpses were blown up in the first place, and there was not much shrapnel left.

Otherwise, everyone who stands will die.

However, the wounded would have preferred to have been killed just now.

Because the poisonous gas in the cave did not all dissipate, and the air contained a huge amount of poison, their gas masks were destroyed, and the poisonous gas was sucked in.

Suddenly, the tragedy staged, and the seven team members let out an inhuman howl, waved their hands wildly, and then, kept scratching their faces, screaming in pain again.

It is still possible to live if you do evil in heaven, but you cannot live if you do it yourself.

They were in pain, and they rolled and pleaded.

"Give me a shot, give me a shot!"

"Please, kill me, kill me!"

"I really can't stand it, I can't stand it!"

The team leader was fine, he roared angrily: "Baga, Baga, hateful guy, he set up a trick and thunder when he was dying, and it was really the 'headshot ghost king'." ”

Another team member asked, "Team leader, what about the injured colleague?" ”

The team leader shouted: "There is no way to save it, kill it, so as not to make them suffer." ”

The uninjured team members raised their guns and opened fire, killing seven colleagues who were frantic in pain. Although the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, this is something that cannot be helped.

They studied this poison gas, and naturally knew how powerful it was.

It's definitely better to live than to die, and you still want to die when you die!

After the shooting stopped, they looked at the "headshot ghost king" and saw that the lower half of the body was fragmented, especially the buttocks, which were gone.

Four grenades bombed together, what ass can stand it?

The team leader said: "Hahaha, ghost king, ghost king, I didn't expect you to die in our hands, and you died so miserably." Come, carry him up. ”

One of the team members said, "It's everywhere, and there is no way to carry it." ”

The team leader said angrily: "Those useless things, do you still want the lower body?" All it takes is his upper body! ”

The team members said in unison: "Obey." ”

The team leader said sadly, "Our colleagues also brought it." Unexpectedly, it is just to deal with the dead, but it discounts eight brothers, sad! ”

The "ghost king" is the "ghost king", and when he dies, he has to pull a few people as yin soldiers.

Everyone didn't pay attention to it, the real "ghost king" had already quietly left, silently.

Xingji Dao and the chief of staff had long been guarding the exit, and when he saw the upper body of the "headshot ghost king", he did not feel the slightest discomfort.

He looked carefully and asked, "Chief of Staff, you say, is it him?" ”

The chief of staff shook his head: "I can't see any features anymore, I can't be sure." ”

Xingji Dao smiled: "There is no doubt that judging from the freshness of the poisoned wound, he entered the sewer an hour ago." If he wasn't the 'headshot ghost king', it would be impossible for him to arrange a trick before he died. Who, with this willpower, who else? ”

The chief of staff nodded: "That's true. He's terrible. It is inconceivable that there are people in this world who have the will to resist poison gas. ”

Xingji Dao thought for a moment and said, "The 'Headshot Ghost King' is dead, the people who guard the entrance and exit of the sewer, as well as the other traps, let's withdraw." ”

The chief of staff proposed: "Report to the emperor first, make him happy and happy, and then make a decision." ”

Xingji Dao smiled and said, "It should be so, after all, this battle is commanded by the emperor, and the honor belongs to the emperor." ”

The soldiers around cheered: "Honor to the Emperor, onboard, onboard!" ”

Soon, the message drifted across the ocean and came to the Japanese Imperial Palace.

Hirohito and Jiangnan Wubei had no sleep, and were drinking tea and discussing.

After receiving the telegram, the two looked different.

Hirohito was overjoyed and laughed.

Jiang Nan Wubei remained silent, but the hand holding the telegram spasmed a few times like an electric shock, and then calmed down.

Hirohito's sparse Danren Hu trembled, overjoyed, and said, "Dead, finally willing to die?" Iron Pillar, don't you like headshots? Hahaha, how is the punishment of beheading, is it happy, is it happy? ”

After a moment of carnival, he finally quieted down and saw Jiang Nan Wubei calmly drinking tea.

He recovered his mood and asked, "Wubei, your strategy has really worked wonders." ”

Jiang Nan Wubei said lightly: "No, this is Your Majesty's strategy." ”

The surprise came too suddenly, and Hirohito suddenly became worried: "You say, he's really dead?" ”

Jiangnan Wubei said: "No one knows what the real 'headshot ghost king' looks like." However, since this person has gone into the sewer, there is a fifty percent chance that he is the one. In addition, before he died, he endured amazing pain and set up treacherous mines, which ordinary people would never be able to do. To sum up the above two points, 90 percent is him. ”

Hirohito asked, "What about the other 10 percent?" ”

Jiangnan Wubei said: "War has never been 100% certain, and the gods can't do it." ”

Hirohito muttered: "So, can the news of the annihilation of the 'Headshot Ghost King' become the headline of the evening newspaper?" ”

Jiangnan Wubei said: "My personal opinion, in order to confirm 100%, it is better to wait for another three days." After three days, there was no news from the guy, so it was certain that he was dead. ”

Hirohito nodded: "Although I can't wait a minute or a second, your approach is undoubtedly safe." In this way, you can't wait for three days, just two days. ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing again: "He's dead, he's dead, it's dawn, it's dawn!" Quick, declare my will, worship the emperor, worship the emperor! ”