The ninth-level gene person is already a master of the divine dragon, and the god of war is a peerless master who only exists in legends, and ordinary people don't know how strong the real strength is, and it is too late to see it, and the remaining members of the poisonous scorpion mercenary group saw that the snow tiger was so terrifying, and they suddenly despaired, and they couldn't even have the idea of resisting, if it weren't for the loyalty to the scorpion pincers in their hearts, they would have run away.

Snow Tiger relied on his terrifying speed to maneuver with his opponent, constantly hunting targets in rapid movement, and in a blink of an eye, more than twenty mercenaries were put down, and there were fewer and fewer people left by the scorpion pincers.

"Go die-" Seeing that the general trend was gone, the scorpion pincer saw that the general trend was gone, and the fierce light in his eyes was great, and he let go of it, and roared and pounced on the snow tiger, with an expression of looking at death as if he were at home.

Xuehu felt that someone was sneaking up behind him, and almost instinctively flew up and kicked back, and the latter came first, and directly kicked the palm of the scorpion pincer, and a huge force swept over, and the scorpion tong felt that his arm was hit by a steel whip, and as soon as the palm of his hand was loosened, the military dagger fell.

The combat power of the scorpion pincer that can become a ninth-level gene master is naturally extraordinary, knowing that it is going to be bad, one rolled to the ground, picked up the military dagger on the ground, and rolled his body twice in a row, but found that the snow tiger did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but walked slowly with interest, and he did a series of dodging actions in vain, and couldn't help but look around.

At this time, the commando team had already rushed up, fighting with other mercenaries, no one could care about coming over to help the scorpion pincers, not even shooting to support the air raid, being almost pressed and beaten by the commandos, the scorpion tongs knew that today's hurdle was completely unpassable, and the ferocity was furious, roared angrily, and pounced on the snow tiger again.

Snow Tiger is not like killing the scorpion pincers now, there are still a lot of questions to ask, naturally he will not be a killer, but he does not dare to be careless, after all, he is a ninth-level gene master, and the attack power cannot be ignored either.

Then, the scorpion pliers are also a veteran of combat experience, and when the wrist was caught, he realized that something was wrong, and felt that the body was rushed forward, and he did not struggle, but borrowed his strength to fight, and his body rose into the air, and his knees slammed forward, and he went straight to the heart of the snow tiger.

Snow Tiger is worthy of being the god of war, unmoved in the face of this ferocious blow that is enough to bend the steel plate, the corners of his mouth are hooked with a sneer, he did not dodge, but took a deep breath and tightened his chest, ready to resist this blow, and the other free hand slammed towards the broken arm of the scorpion pincer.

Poof—Scorpion's knee slammed into Snow Tiger.

Poof—Snow Tiger's iron fist struck the scorpion pincer's broken arm.

"Ahh

"Poof-" The scorpion pincers spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was kicked and flew in the air, but the wrist was grabbed by the snow tiger and failed to fly far, the snow tiger twitched his hand, and directly smashed the scorpion pincers flying in the air to the ground, poof-sound, like a broken sack falling from a high altitude, and the dull sound made the scalp tingle.

The scorpion tongs were thrown off, fell to the ground and couldn't move, tilted his head, half of his face was on the ground, his cold eyes were locked on the snow tiger, with endless unwillingness and anger, there were several broken ribs in his chest, and he couldn't move, he spat blood with difficulty, and asked in a weak voice: "Why?" ”

Xuehu did not answer the question of the scorpion pincer, but calmly glanced around, and saw that the opponent was basically cleared, the brothers had already controlled the situation, and several brothers such as the lone wolf and the wild lion had already surrounded him, and his heart was settled, so he squatted down and coldly locked the scorpion pincer and asked: "Because Lao Tzu saw that you were unhappy, so he beat you." ”

"The white wolf is on your side, I should have thought that you would get a high-power signal jammer, and you won't lose unjustly." Scorpion Claw whispered weakly: "I admit this battle, but I don't lose to you." ”

"You are a person who understands, if it weren't for someone undercover by your side and figured out that you are equipped with high-tech weapons and equipment, if it weren't for the high-power signal jammer, with the concentrated firepower and strong attack formation you put up, we would definitely lose, and I am afraid that we will die, so you will not lose unjustly." Snow Tiger said coldly.

"Damn, that bastard actually went undercover, thanks to my trust in him so much, recommended him to be the deputy head of the regiment, I don't know anyone, you won, but what can you do? The regimental commander will avenge me, don't forget that our Scorpion King is also the god of war, and his combat effectiveness is not inferior to yours in the slightest. Scorpion Claw whispered with some difficulty, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

"That's for later, ask you a question, as long as you answer truthfully, I can consider letting you live, the god of war will do what he says, this is the rule, you should have heard of it." Snow Tiger said in a deep voice.

"The promise of the god of war is naturally credible, but do you think I can still survive like this?" Scorpion Claw smiled self-deprecatingly, his face became more and more ugly, excessive blood loss and the remaining physical strength consumed by the fierce battle just now, and a few ribs were broken, Scorpion Claw felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, spit blood, and said fiercely: "Wait for our regiment leader's endless pursuit and revenge, you won't have a good time, hahaha." ”

The scorpion tongs let out a hysterical laugh, as if he was laughing at his own life, and it seemed to be laughing at the snow tiger, with a little ridicule, a little loneliness, a little despair, and more really unwilling, laughing and pulling the ribs of the heart, one breath was not connected, his head was tilted, he lost his breath, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Damn - bastard, you can't die yet, you haven't answered Lao Tzu's question yet." Xuehu was taken aback, turned over the scorpion tongs lying on the ground, probed his nose, tried the carotid artery, but there was no movement, and he unwillingly opened his eyelids to see the pupils, which were already dilated and could not be saved.

"Bastard-" Snow Tiger was furious, panting heavily, getting up with a pout, his clenched fist making a gurgling sound, a posture of going berserk, and he was surprised to see the lone wolf and the wild lion and others around him, isn't it just an enemy, isn't it better to die, why are you so angry, why do you have to ask questions? Is there a reason for this?

However, when everyone saw Snow Tiger's angry face, they didn't dare to come forward to ask, they didn't even dare to comfort a few words, and quietly took a few steps back, for fear that Snow Tiger would lose control under his anger and make everyone angry, which would not be cost-effective.

(End of chapter)