Depend on!

Mr. Yan was so angry that his eyes were bleating.

The commander of the Lion Corps also opened the Hummer door and reached out to pull Mr. Yan into the car, "Don't stand there, we may really not be able to leave if we don't leave."

Just as Mr. Yan was pulled into the car, a string of stray bullets quickly swept across the place where he was standing.

On the ground, a string of craters were plowed out, each of which was more than fifty centimeters deep. These were large bullets fired from the cannon of the aircraft. Once nailed to a person, the human body would probably be blown up.

Gulu!

At this moment, Mr. Yan, who was still in anger just now, swallowed hard, and a layer of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Immediately, the leader of the Lion Corps stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

"Well, do you ignore the rest of your Lions Corps?" Mr. Yan asked hesitantly in the passenger seat.

The leader of the Lion Corps grinned, "They? With them, don't I have to give them money? With the 50 million US dollars you gave me and the net worth I earned, I can retire. I will go to Hawaii for the rest of my life and enjoy the beach beauty every day."

Second O!

Mr. Yan was so angry that he clenched his fists with both hands. He spent such a big price and finally failed in Chucheng, which made him extremely unwilling.

Bang bang bang bang...

However, at this moment, the roof of the Hummer suddenly exploded and exploded to break through the diaphragm.

The Hummers of the Lions Corps were all made of bulletproof armor. Even so, the roof was still blown through a series of bullet holes with a diameter of 6 cm.

What's even more terrifying is that the leader of the Lion Corps sitting in the driver's seat suddenly exploded with blood on his head. Perhaps because of the instant increase in the pressure in the skull, his eyes exploded out of his eye sockets with a thud, and he crawled on the steering wheel and lost his breath in an instant.

"Ah! Why are you dead? It's so scary!"

At this moment, Mr. Yan was so scared that his face was bloodless. The Hummer was unmanned and immediately lost control on the prairie. After twisting and twisting, half of the Hummer's body, which was out of control when he was crushing a landblock, suddenly rose up and then he rolled heavily.

The body of the leader of the Lion Corps also reached Mr. Yan's arms with inertia. A gush of blood spilled all over him. The disgusting Mr. Yan almost screamed.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, the roof of the car that had been raised was kicked to pieces, and Mr. Yan rushed out with blood.

If anyone saw this scene, he would be shocked. Although the roof of the Hummer has been broken, the roof of the car is full of bulletproof armor after all, how could human feet be kicked badly?

"So he's a master!"

A judge with a medium figure and wise eyes on a heavy helicopter said calmly: "A master of the East, maybe this person is the one who is in charge of what happened to the boss of the King of Hell today?"

"Judge leader, do you want to kill him?" asked the pilot who was flying the plane.

"No, the injury of Lord Hell cannot be hidden. I believe there will be many people who will come here, and this person..."

The judge said calmly: "This man is defeated now, but as long as he has other means, he will not give up. We will just close the net when there are too many fish."

Buzz!

The helicopter flew around the air and flew back towards the battlefield...

Outside the tribe, a sea of ​​fire was already formed with smoke, and gunfire, explosions, and roars were intertwined.

"Md! It's so damn."

Mr. Yan, who escaped the disaster, squatted halfway through the weeds and sneaked into the distance, cursing as he walked: "The useless Lion Corps, haha, I still want my money to retire. I have money to give it to. Do you have the life to spend it?"

Mr. Yan was extremely fast. He completely left the battlefield in less than half a minute and caught up with General Berberto who left first.

The Red Turban General was driving an old-fashioned military truck and pounding violently on the prairie. Although the war in the rear was getting farther and farther away from him, the black general still had a look of fear on his face.

"Faike Oil! I really shouldn't have come to provoke the underworld. The super forces in the Western underground world are too terrifying. Our entire Red Turban Army has only three armed forces upgraded. They have created five horses at once. This battle cannot be fought at all." Berberto muttered while driving.

Dong!

At this moment, a heavy blow came from the rear compartment of the truck, which made the truck shake three times.

"It's paralyzed, it won't be so far, and the stray bullets collapsed!" Berberto cursed, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and accelerated the speed of progress.

Click!

But at this moment, the door of the passenger side of the truck was opened by a big hand outside, and then Mr. Yan came in with a whoosh outside the violently bumpy body.

"You, you..." Berberto opened his mouth wide in fear, and his white teeth barked out.

"It's far enough, park."

Mr. Yan said with a cold face: "Stop the car and call, and ask all the main forces of your Red Turban Army to come over and wash the base of the underworld for me."

"No, we can't beat the underworld at all. Even if we destroy this base in the underworld, our Red Turban Army will be finished and we will not be able to compete for power in Sambi." Berberto said nervously.

"Three hundred million US dollars!" Mr. Yan raised three fingers and said, "I'll give you 300 million. At that time, you can take this money to Europe or the United States and be an awesome mogul. Wouldn't it be good to spend the second half of your life with it?"

"Three..." Berberto's eyes widened to the limit at this time, and he swallowed hard.

"Think about it, all 300 million is yours. Isn't you fighting for power for money? And it may not be possible to win, right? Of course, you can choose to disagree with my suggestions, but..."

Speaking of timely speaking, Mr. Yan suddenly inserted his three fingers on the workbench inside the car.

Click!

The hard workbench was inserted into three finger holes by Mr. Yan.

squeak!

At the same time, Berberto finally stepped on the brakes to death, then took out his cell phone, and said while broadcasting the phone number: "I'm calling people. I'm asking the main force of the Red Turban Army to dispatch our armored vehicles, tanks, and planes, and there are still 5,000 soldiers."

...

“The smell of gunpowder is really good.”

At this time, the battle outside the tribe had ended. Liu Feng and Yang Shiwen stood outside the main gate of the tribe. Looking at the blood-red area and the strong rising smoke in front of him, Liu Feng said with a smile: "Shiwen, have you seen it? There is a bloody and cruelty that you will never see in China. When you Yang bought Fengwen Island in Arabia and accidentally got involved in the traditional energy field, you are destined to see everything you shouldn't have seen."

"I'm not afraid because of you." Yang Shiwen held one of Liu Feng's big hands and said firmly.

Liu Feng said: "Brother Feng will not let Shiwen down, don't worry."

At this moment, a man with a medium figure and a wise look came over, "Boss of Hell, the judge has arrived. We have completely defeated the Lion Corps and the Red Turban Army."

"Boss of Hell, Meng Po reported to him."

After the judge, the beautiful Eriner also came over. Although in public, the Meng Po always wore a half-section mask on her face, she still could not hide her beauty. "We annihilated nearly nine hundred enemies, and the Lion Corps almost wiped out, and less than one hundred people fled into the vast grassland."

"Boss of the King of Hell, Bai Wuchang and Letanvitv reported." Then, a white man with a low height and ordinary appearance came over.

"Boss of Hell, I'll send a ghost to report to Xiao Min." A short-haired beauty came with elegant steps.

This big girl is the former internet celebrity female anchor and the descendant of the Duwu Sect. She also wanted to use the live murder broadcast to kill Liu Feng. She also took Liu Feng's butt at Nanjing Airport and was later conquered by Liu Feng. Although this girl's poison skills are very powerful, she lacks the spirit of a real warrior, so Liu Feng asked Hayer to take her away for training, and she is here today.

After walking to Liu Feng, Xiao Min said as if she was a little woman: "The day tour Hayer is now in Las Vegas, and there is something to deal with, so she sent me here. Now I have the ability to stand alone!"

Bang!

While talking, Xiao Min slapped Liu Feng's butt without any big or small.

Tag!

When people around saw Xiao Min's move, a large amount of chin immediately appeared on the ground.

It seems that even the proud Hayer dared not make such a fuss with the King of Hell in the entire underworld, right?

"Damn! You girl..." Liu Feng's old face turned red, and he raised his hand to slap Xiao Min on the butt.

oops!

Xiao Min exclaimed, "I'm sorry, boss, I'm slapping your ass... I'm used to it!"

Tag!

The judge and others just picked up their chin and put it on, but after hearing Xiao Min's words, they fell down again.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, Yang Shiwen also slapped Liu Feng's butt, and a scene that happened at Nanjing Airport was repeated again.

"Xiao Min, listen well, I'm the eldest sister-in-law. I can only touch the King of Hell's butt. You should be careful in the future." After Yang Shiwen slapped Liu Feng's butt, she pouted and warned.

oh oh!

Xiao Min shrank her head. Although she didn't say anything, she seemed a little dissatisfied.

Finally, a tall, sturdy figure like a bear came over, "Boss, the Ghost King is here."

"Very good. I'll feel much more at ease when you five arrive."

Liu Feng called out and said, "Plus with Hei Wuchang Drogba, let's have a drink. It's been a long time since we drank and chatted with our brothers."

The judge looked at the time and said silently: "Boss, we can drink for an hour. No accident, and someone will come in an hour. I think when the next person arrives, the fierce battle will really begin. But it doesn't matter. In another hour, our team will arrive."

"Okay, I won't care about it next."

Liu Feng also looked at the time and said, "There are 20 hours left. I can't do anything during this period. Come on the fight."

While speaking, everyone turned around and walked towards the tribe.

While Liu Feng and others were drinking and chatting, a large area of ​​smoke and dust were stirred up in a dilapidated city, and large military trucks rushed out, each of which was filled with Red Turban Army soldiers.

The number of this team was extremely astonishing. It took more than ten minutes for the military truck to drive out. Behind the military truck, there were ten gray tanks following them.

The team accelerated all the way and rushed out into the grassland.

"Oh my God! What is the Red Turban Army going to do? This is coming out in full swing!"

"Red Turban Army, this is the third group of teams being dispatched, right? Are they going to fight the Sambiz F army?"

"Look, there are also planes, and the Red Turban Army's planes have also been dispatched."

Some of the bold black men in this ruined city stood by the street and watched the magnificent scene of the army moving, many of them were whispering.
Chapter completed!