It's eight o'clock in the morning, and Stark has made an appointment at a very suitable time, because at this time, all the terrorists are having breakfast.

They would get together and celebrate with a humble breakfast, and they would have one more day to live.

Today's weather is just that, one old and one young, two terrorists gathered together, holding a piece of rough dough in their hands, and a bowl of suspiciously colored oil tea. Chat while eating.

The little one tightened the somewhat loose gun belt, looked at the breakfast in his hand, and said complainingly: "Old Ali, how long are we going to stay in this ghost place?" I've lost a bit of weight in both months. ”

Old Ali, grinning at a mouth that was half missing a tooth, looked at the young man in front of him, who was only nineteen years old and had fought for six years of war. He said, "What's the matter, I miss your bride, Rad, I think we should be able to go back soon, and the guy in the cave is about to make what our leader wants." When the time comes, the chief will take the thing and sell it for a lot of money, and we will be able to go home, and maybe you will be able to find a wife after dividing the money. ”

He looked at Rad with disdain, "Look at how you look now, like a ram in heat." I have four wives waiting for me at home, am I in a hurry? ”

Ladd waved his hand anxiously, so that he could not let others think that he was thinking about women, which would make him ridiculed by others. "I just think it's too boring to stay here, I'd rather go out and fight the Yankees and have some good loot." But here we are, just waiting for that Yankee in the cave to make something, and we don't need so many people. ”

Old Ali tore off a piece of bread with difficulty, took a sip of oil tea, looked at Ladd, and said: "Child, don't always think about fighting, it's your luck that you can survive to this day." I just want to live honestly now, earn money and raise my children, and don't always listen to the nonsense of those people in white robes, and fight the Yankees to the death or something. Their own children have long since gone to other countries. Just count on a stupid boy like you to fight hard. ”

Ladd looked at Old Ali unconvinced and said, "Then why are you still here?" You can go home and take care of your wife and children. ”

Old Ali shook his head and said: "I don't know what to do when I go back, we have nothing, I will only fight, I just hope that before I die, I can save enough money to send my son to Saudi Arabia, or Qatar, where it is like paradise." ”

Ladd tore the bread in his hand and said, "I always feel that the leader was deceived by that Yankee, and he may not have built any missiles at all, but deceived us to delay time." ”

Old Ali said with a smile: "That's meaningless, outsiders can't find it here!" After saying that he saw Rad's frightened expression, following his eyes, old Ali saw a scene that he will never forget.

A man, riding a giant bright red wolf, swoops down a hill with an old-fashioned Winchester lever-action rifle in his hand.

Five giant black wolves looming in front of him ran and charged. A sentry post with a camouflage net, the four sentries inside, before they could raise their guns, were torn to pieces by these five giant wolves that seemed to have been released from hell with their claws.

The black leader, who reacted in time, shouted at the people around him and told them to fight back. He himself ran to the cave with a few of his men, intending to kill the hostages inside.

The terrorist, who was eating breakfast, dropped the food in his hand, picked up the AK47 and was about to shoot at the charging wolf.

Three thick vines sprang out of the ground. A green vine kept wandering and whipping in the crowd, and every terrorist who was touched would clutch his throat, his face was bruised, and he fell to the ground with poisoning. Fierce Poison Flower Vine is like a biochemical killer, wherever it goes, it will bring death to wherever it goes.

The red vine was much more disgusting, and on the vine's head was a large, barrel-shaped mouth full of sharp teeth. Swinging his body with a diameter of more than fifty centimeters, he swept through the canteen of the camp like a thousand troops, knocked a bunch of terrorists out of the way, and then chased after them, opened their terrifying mouths, and swallowed these unlucky ghosts into their bodies.

The golden vines shrank their bodies to the thickness of a finger, like sharp arrows, and shot a group of terrorists through them, and the bodies of those terrorists who were shot through dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the water on their bodies had been evaporated.

The courage of the terrorists was lost under such a horrific attack. Howling and dropping everything, he began to flee.

The five ghost wolves would not let go of this opportunity, and their bodies suddenly flickered and appeared in the crowd.

The wolf's claws stretched out nearly half a foot long, and everywhere they passed, the stumps and severed arms were scattered everywhere, and none of the terrorists left a whole corpse.

A few ghost wolves that are harmless to humans and animals on weekdays finally showed their terrifying lethality. The ghost wolf, which can move between the void and the real, always appears behind the terrorist like a teleporter, and then tears him to pieces.

Only Alvin has not made any achievements so far, and Alvin, who is already average in marksmanship, rides a wild wolf with a shoulder height of nearly one meter eight. Like a charging warrior, he broke into the terrorist camp and fired two shots without hitting any target. Riding a wolf to shoot, this ability, Alvin does not yet have.

This made Alvin, who imagined himself as a "prostitute in the wilderness", very disappointed in his combat coordination ability. Why can't you change your fighting style? has always been like a gangster thug, slashing people and shooting is not the style he wants.

Jumping off the wolf's back and letting it go to battle on its own, Alvin stood at the edge of the camp, holding Winchester in search of a target to shoot.

Hmm~ In the case of ensuring that he does not hit his own summons, Alvin basically can't find the target. This is the disadvantage of too inferior marksmanship, and in the chaotic scene, it is easy to hurt one's own people.

This also shows from the side how fierce the vines and ghost wolves are.

The massacre did not last long, and a fierce burst of gunfire was heard from the cave. A tall black figure, holding a huge shield, rushed out of the cave. Several terrorists in the way, like small animals hit by a speeding car, flew out of the cave in pieces.

At this time, there were not many terrorists left on the field, and Alvin recalled the vines, leaving only five ghost wolves to continue to hunt down the few lucky ones left.

Ladd was one of them, just now, he looked at old Ali, who was grabbed by the neck by a ghost wolf and thrown into the air, and the other tacitly tore him to pieces in the air with his claws.

Rad, who had been fighting since he was a child, his eyes were red, and he rushed to an old-fashioned machine gun, pulled the bolt, and shot wildly at the demons on the field. There is no need to care about any comrades, they are all dead, or about to die.

The 12.7 mm bullets formed a barrage and swept across the camp.

The tall wolf, which was useless at this moment, was in the way of Alvin's body. The bullet that could tear apart an ordinary armored car hit the wild wolf like a stone hitting a car tire, dented slightly, and then was bounced away.

The newly-born Mr. Iron Man, seeing the situation, manipulates the rudimentary exoskeleton armor and holds a huge shield. A heroic charge was launched against Ladd.

Sensing Stark's intentions, Rad turned the gun and sprayed the last dozen rounds at Stark. Then he was heroically smashed to pieces by Stark's mech, along with the machine gun position.