He won't stop, anyway, Ge Zhen is alive, as long as he is still alive, the things in his mind cannot escape.

Montreal saw this very clearly. He encountered too many such things on the road to climbing up and rising, so he could see through everything and know how to deal with it.

This is no longer a matter of initiative and passiveness, but a question of how much a person can bear in dealing with such things.

If you hold a secret and can withstand the result of everyone around you being killed, then you are amazing, Montreal will admit defeat and will admire you.

But the problem is that no one can bear this result. As long as it is a human, there must be friends and relatives, because no one is jumped out of a stone. Even if it jumped out of a stone, there is also a master who can recite the spell of tight hoops and sew clothes for him, and a second junior brother with a fat head, big ears and sweet mouth.

Who can bear it? No one can bear it. When all the friends and all the people related to him are killed, this person will go crazy.

Montreal has seen too thoroughly about the emotional animals of social groups like humans, and as a person like him who can see so thoroughly, he must be the kind of character who can sacrifice anyone around him at any time.

How can you achieve great things without the will of killing your father?

The attack in the video continues, and the place I saw was shattered by a machine gun. Neya was already covered in blood. Su Muxue and Emia were lying behind the sofa and couldn't raise their heads at all.

A string of bullets hit the sofa again, making a string of holes in the sofa.

The attack would not stop. Montreal sat on the chair and looked at Ge Zhen, with all his eyes showing sincerity. He was waiting for the other party to give the result, and believed that the result would come out soon.

Maybe thirty seconds, maybe only ten seconds.

Ge Zhen stood there, he took out a cigarette and bit it on his mouth. After lit it with a lighter, his fingers did not leave the cigarette.

"Stop, I'll give you a seat now." Ge Zhen said.

"There's not much time." Montreal smiled.

He would not stop at all. Now he was holding the initiative tightly. Either Ge Zhen gave the result within a few dozen seconds, or his people would kill Niya and Emia and sell Su Muxue to the black chief in Africa as slaves.

"My mother!" Ge Zhen cursed angrily: "The position is in my mind. I give it if I want to give it, and if I don't want it, I can give it if I don't want it, and I can give it a fake one. The nuclear weapon gate is more important to you. If you want to give it up just because of a few lives, then I really have to despise you. I'm not scared. If you dare to play hard with me, I will accompany you to the end! Kill me, I'll watch it here!!!"

Ge Zhen narrowed his eyes and stared at the screen with a cigarette. He really looked there, and a cold-blooded and ruthless look appeared in his pupils.

Capturing his gaze, a flash of surprise flashed in Montreal's eyes, pressing the phone to stop the attack.

"Soldier Ge Zhen, you asked me to see it again. I found that you are the same person as me." Montreal smiled and said, "It's very good, very good. You can accomplish great things, haha."

He didn't dare to press too much. His eyes were the window of the soul. He knew more than anyone else what kind of gaze should be presented by cold-blooded and ruthless.

The attack is paused and will continue to be activated unless he receives his order.

"Swish!"

Ge Zhen suddenly took out a small scalpel from his mouth with his right hand. The light shone brightly, and it suddenly came so hard that it was impossible to react.

When Montreal saw it, she still sat there motionlessly, not caring about it at all.

Because someone would react, anyone who wanted to kill him would die in the end, and a faint sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

This ridicule is full of the condescending smell of the superior, and the sarcasm is accompanied by a slight shaking of his head.

"Bang!"

The gunshot sounded, and a sniper warhead rushed in from outside.

This is a ghost sniper who has always formed a lock on Ge Zhen. When he saw Ge Zhen take out the knife from his mouth, he immediately attacked.

The one who hits the hand is absolutely perfect.

But... he was wrong!

The moment Ge Zhen took out the knife, his body waved backwards, and the scalpel was also bounced up by his fingers.

"Swoosh!"

The bullet rubbed his arm and flew past it, only a slight distance away, leaving a stinging burn on the skin.

Avoid it, avoid it in the impossible situation, and avoid the accuracy of a ghost sniper in a thrilling manner.

This is impossible...

No, this is possible!

Because Ge Zhen is also a ghost sniper, he can only vaguely feel the existence of another ghost sniper. This feeling is not enough for him to find the other party's position, but he can roughly determine the direction of the other party.

"Swish!"

He took out a small scalpel from his mouth and rushed towards Montreal.

However, the boss was still sitting steadily on the chair, his eyes were still full of mockery, and he watched Ge Zhen rushing over three or four meters away.

He was shaking his head, shaking his head for Ge Zhen's overestimation.

"Swish!"

Ge Zhen threw out the scalpel hard, the direction was on his side.

"boom!"

A bodyguard broke into the wall, but at the moment he came in, he encountered the scalpel thrown out by Ge Zhen and could not avoid it.

"puff!"

The scalpel was stabbed hard on the opponent's right shoulder, blocking his shooting.

It only took less than a second, but less than a second was enough. Ge Zhen rushed to Montreal three or four meters away, and reached out to grab the opponent.

"Clam!"

Montreal drew out his saber and headed towards Ge Zhen.

This sword is full of power and terrible speed. Its biggest function is not to kill or force retreat.

This big guy is also very strong, after all, he climbed up from the bloody storm.

However, Ge Zhen did not retreat. He pressed his arm hard towards the opponent's saber, allowing a bloody wound to be opened on the blade of his arm.

There is only one chance, and Ge Zhen will never give up, even if he is seriously injured.

"Bang!"

He hugged Montreal and threw it to the ground. He spit out a third scalpel from his mouth, bit it with his teeth, pressed it against the other party's throat, and took the saber from his hand with his left hand and pressed it on his ribs.

Montreal was captured, but it still doesn't matter in his eyes.

"Good skills and good reaction." Montreal smiled and said, "We don't have to be so irritated, are we?"

"It's really not necessary." Ge Zhen, who bit the scalpel, made a unclear voice, and a smile appeared on his face: "Do you know what wisdom I think is exactly?"

"Rules." Montreal smiled.

Ge Zhen turned his head suddenly, and the scalpel that was biting with his teeth cut through the other party's fragile throat, and the saber in his left hand also poked into his lungs.

"laugh!"

"puff!"

"Well……"

Montreal's face showed an incredible expression, and his pupils that quickly lost their life gloss seemed to be asking why.

Nothing more, Ge Zhen killed Montreal!

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Chapter completed!