Li Bai said angrily: "Big black man, don't you know that you are very annoying?"

"If you don't listen to the advice, you will plunge my country into war, hundreds of thousands of lives, millions of people will be displaced, and it will all be counted on you. ”

At this moment, Alan Brant seemed to be possessed by the aura of a god, and reprimanded this messy guy with righteous words.

"Heh, your country is not my country, how many people die, it's my business!"

Big Devil Li is not a kind of mother who is overflowing with kindness, and he will not let others detain the black cauldron on him.

"Then you are our enemy of the Democratic Republic of the Congo!"

With a country as his backer, Alan Brandt dares to face any enemy.

"Welcome to your country's declaration of war on our country!"

Li Bai was not cowardly at all.

Dad taught him since he was a child, Dongfeng Express, the mission must be achieved.

"You ......"

Alan Brant was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Hmph! A small African country, Ben has told me the same thing before the United Nations. ”

Li Bai didn't give any face at all.

After the anger of the United Nations, only China in the world is not only safe and sound, but also can get into the place of the big hooligans, and the others are basically cold.

Li Da Devil's words are so stubborn that he makes sense, if you don't accept it, you will also go to the United Nations, and if you can scare you, you can play hooligan, but you can't be scared, hehe, it's better to obediently coax into a mess.

"Don't fall into my hands!"

The big black man who gritted his teeth was almost about to collapse.

However, he was afraid of the other party's hypnosis, and he only had this threat of external strength and middle work.

"Hehe, who's afraid of whom, my father once told me that if you get together seven black uncles, you can summon an RPG. ”

Li Bai made no secret of the contempt on his face.

Gather seven black uncles and summon an RPG?

The mad Alan Brandt was about to desperately want to do it, but a group of people who appeared behind Li Bai forcibly pulled his reason back.

Langton Hockville, the executioner, was unscathed, and walked to the elevator with a few guards.

The big black man said angrily, "You summoned one for me?"

He counted Langton Hawkville's group for no reason, but it was quite a few, exactly seven.

“RPG！”

Suddenly, someone shouted hoarsely.

The glass curtain wall of the hall on the first to fourth floors suddenly crumbled, and a small black dot dragged the fire straight in.

Rumble!~

A huge explosion swept through the entire fourth floor, and hundreds of people fell to the ground on their feet.

"Hell!"

The big black man Alan Brandt screamed in anger when he saw Langton Hawkville and his gang being blown up by a sudden rocket, and their flesh was flying on the spot.

He ignored the roar in his ears and hurriedly rushed over.

The target of Interpol's operation is Langton Hockville, but their ultimate target is not only this cold-blooded and ruthless executioner, but also the people and forces behind him.

Elaborate plan, the two countries act together, if this guy dies, then this operation is tantamount to a complete failure, they will get nothing, and all the work will be wasted.

Two or three gunshots rang out outside the World Trade Center, and soon there was no movement.

With the vigilance force deployed by the Chinese side outside the venue, the probability of RPG shooters trying to escape is very small.

"I'll go!"

Li Bai looked at the glass curtain wall that was shattered in one piece, but he didn't expect that the experience summed up by his father when he went to Somalia to do social practice during the summer vacation of college was actually true.

In fact, the truth is that the seven black soldiers who walked together could easily attract RPG attacks, this is the survival experience of mercenaries, if they don't want to die, they keep their distance, which is far less exaggerated than Lao Li's bluffing son.

"Doctor, doctor, come on, there is a seriously injured person here, he is dying!"

Alan Brandt's anxious shouts came from afar, and Li Bai didn't hesitate and rushed over.

However, after seeing the injured, Li Bai was surprised at first, and then shook his head.

The big black man hugged Langton Hockwell, a participant he had used to counsel for, but the fat black man had half of his arms gone, and the unstoppable blood gushed out of the wound, and his black skin was faintly yellow.

Even if he is not an emergency specialist and surgeon, Li Bai still knows very well that this black fat man is hopeless, even if he is transfused immediately, he can't withstand such a large amount of blood loss.

He shook his head and said, "It's hopeless!"

Several black people on the side were paralyzed on the ground, one was only below the waist, half of his face was attached to the artificial marble wall, his tattered intestines spread out for more than a meter, two people were like rag dolls, they were in tatters, a large pool of blood had accumulated under their bodies, and they had no breath, and the other three were wailing weakly, obviously not lightly injured.

A deep pit the size of a basin was left on the wall, and the grim traces of shrapnel were everywhere.

"No, save him, someone!"

The big black man was so angry that he refused to give up.

Perhaps it was the return of the light when he was dying, the black fat man Langton barely opened his eyes wide, smiled at Li Bai, and cast his gaze on his hand again, but the brilliance of life in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Li Bai noticed the black fat man's micro-expression language, and he was a little puzzled, what does his hand mean?

Ring?!

A bright light flashed through his mind.

The emergency doctor and the nurse rushed with the first aid kit to hear the news, and an adrenaline needle sprayed the last exhaust needle water in the nurse's hand, but when he came closer, the doctor looked at Langton Hockwell's eyes, stretched out his hand and pressed his neck, then shook his head, and said: "The pupils are dilated, the heartbeat has stopped, and the person is gone!"

"No, no?"

Alan Brant looked at the black fat man in his arms, and his whole person's spirit was completely emptied, and his face was depressed.

Traveling all the way from the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) in Africa to China in Asia, he secretly stared at Langton Hockville for a year, and finally had the opportunity to arrest him, but he did not expect to fall short in the end.

A sudden RPG ended the executioner's life prematurely.

"Alan, Alan, your president has signed the warrant, our warrant has passed, act now, Honey, you're there, ah? Langton Hockwell, how could it be ......"

Diana pinched a stack of faxes, and excitedly ran over with a team of security agency agents wearing black hoods and armed to the teeth, only to see the big black man who had lost his soul and Langton Hockville, who had no breath.

The copy of the laser fax that was still warm was scattered in a pool of blood.

"Our mission has failed!"

The big black man, Alan Brandt, stood up and stopped glancing at his mission target.

The dead Langton Hockville was just an ugly pile of rotten flesh that no longer meant anything to him.

"Is that so?"

Diana's face was full of regret, and she waved her hand without looking back.

"Close!"

The agents of the Security Service, who were preparing for the operation, returned in vain.

People are not as good as heaven, Langton Hawkville died before the operation, and it was all over here.

Who put his hand into the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) and secretly supported the executioner, and the channels for the entry and exit of drugs and arms, with the Langton Hockville ratio, most of the clues came to an abrupt end, and it may become very difficult to continue to track down.

Li Bai withdrew from the scene of the rocket explosion and prepared to leave, inevitably stained with some blood, and prepared to go back to the medical center to change into a clean white coat, because next, he may become very busy.

First the death country music, then the RPG rocket attack, the frightened participants are in dire need of psychological counseling and psychological intervention, and it is conceivable that Dr. Qian of the Trauma Department will be too busy to collapse.

Before reinforcements from the Seventh People's Hospital arrive, several colleagues on the scene will take on the responsibility of triage.

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