Successful people have the bitterness of successful people, and failures have the pain of losers. No matter what, successful people always give more than losers. As much rewards as you want, you have to sacrifice.

Ge Zhen is just a mortal body, flesh and blood, emotions and normal people's thoughts. He climbed out of the mine and could never escape the bottom.

But that doesn't matter. No matter what, he will go to the end of this great hero's road.

The night is as dark as ink, and the entire island presents a particularly tense atmosphere in the darkness, and the villa is so nervous that it is depressing.

Jason and the Crazy King personally protected Andys, and the two of them raised their spirits to the extreme, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Andis was very calm. He sat on the sofa, crossing his legs, slowly drinking red wine, and didn't look nervous at all.

Not only was he not nervous, but he also told Jason and the Crazy King not to be like facing a great enemy.

"Easy, relax, it's just that an archangel, Laguier, is coming to kill me, it's no big deal." Andys said with a smile: "There are so many people who want to kill me. Since I was a child, my bastard brother seemed to kill me, but am I alive well too? Laguier, the archangel, is quite powerful, but my dear bastard brother can't kill me. Why can he kill me? He is just our slave, and there are still slaves who can kill his master?"

This guy is really not nervous at all. This is a habit developed by training all year round and being at a high position. Mount Tai collapses before his face remains unchanged.

Based on this, Andes is qualified to become the Golden Sunflower King. If this is not the case, he will be cultivated as the only legal heir.

Of course, this guy likes to commit suicide, and no one can stop anyone who likes to commit suicide.

"Your Highness, you don't have to be nervous under our protection, but we must be vigilant." Jason said, staring at the darkness outside.

"That's right, after all, this is your job... Huh? Why do you have to carry a box in your hands?" Andys asked curiously.

Jason and Crazy King both held a box in their hands, which was black, and looked like an ordinary suitcase.

"Your Highness, this is bulletproof equipment." The Crazy King said with his head turning: "When it is folded, it is a box, and after it is opened, it is a bulletproof wall. In the case of bulletproof board, it can effectively block the impact of the 12.7-caliber sniper warhead. After it becomes a bulletproof wall, it can block the strafing of the 7.62 mm caliber heavy machine gun for up to five minutes."

"So powerful?" Andys looked surprised: "I remember the bodyguards I went on the past did not bring this thing."

"This is the standard configuration, and the president's bodyguards will use this kind of equipment. However, the equipment we use now is stronger, exceeding the standard configuration of the president's bodyguards." said the Crazy King.

While answering the question of this idiot Your Highness, he had to stare at the problems that might arise at any time outside, and really wanted to beat the other party.

Now they turn attack into defense, which is a matter of sacrifice, but His Highness Andys is still talking nonsense.

"I understand, I can act as human flesh. I said, no wonder the bodyguards didn't bring this thing when I went out. When I went out, I had at least more than 300 bodyguards around me. How could I need this thing?" Andys bit a cigar and said vaguely: "If every bodyguard is equipped with this thing in the future, it will be great, and the rocket launcher is useless."

When they heard this, whether it was Jason or Crazy King, they wanted to slap this guy because they didn't like the children of rich families very much.

His Highness Andys is a child of a rich family, and is not a child of an ordinary rich family. He is the kind of existence that can make people rich for life if a drop of oil is slight.

"Get a glass of wine?" Andys picked up the bottle.

"Your Highness, we are working, please respect our work!" Jason said angrily: "If you die, it means we have dereliction of duty in our work and we will have no work to do anywhere in the future."

"Don't worry, I won't die. Can a slave kill me? Obviously, this is impossible." Andys shrugged and continued: "If a slave can kill his master, then the world will really change."

Jason stopped talking to the Crazy King, and no longer wanted to pay attention to this rich child with a ill brain, and devoted all his energy to defense.

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Night is the most special existence. When the whole environment is as dark as ink, all the desires in the dark in a person's heart will be ready to move.

Nightlife is indulgence.

Drugs, wine, women... and endless crimes, robbery, kidnapping, and murder occur at night every day.

Night is the most special because there is no light.

The island is quiet and still not open to the public. The waves are rushing against the coast one after another, gently caressing the beach and slapping on the rocky beach.

"Crazy! Crazy!..."

The sound of waves, the sound of waves is only the sound of waves in the island.

The Dark Soldiers' troops have extremely strict schedules. As long as they are not fighting, they must rest on time and fall asleep within the prescribed time.

Because every Chengdu student has high-intensity training waiting for them, even if they are not fighting, they must be trained.

Sentinels are sentries, hidden in places where no one can discover them, treating the entire environment as a painting and hiding them in the scroll.

On a rocky beach, the waves send a person's head out of the sea.

This is a slightly fat killer, wearing a frogman suit and oxygen. After arriving at the rocky beach, he did not move, but took out a thermal imaging infrared telescope and searched for the surrounding situation.

His telescope is not normal, it is just a small lens attached to his right eye. Although it is small, it has all the functions of a normal telescope.

Use thermal imaging to detect whether there are sentinels here.

After some observation, the killer quickly took off his frogman suit, pulled out the equipment box, and threw a small ball into the sea.

The small ball is also a special piece of equipment. Its main function is to emit special bands in the water and gather the rest of the people, which is equivalent to sending signals with radio.

Soon, one killer after another logged in, took out their own equipment boxes, and armed themselves here as quickly as possible.

The killers came, and their mission was to slaughter the island, using various killing techniques to kill all the living people on the island.

Generally speaking, special elites will die tragically when encountering killers. It is not because of the lack of combat effectiveness, but because of the different direction of development.

Special elites are good at combat and use various tactics to achieve tactical intentions, and often do not need to kill people.

But the only thing a killer is his killing method, and all training is to kill better.

Therefore, there is no doubt that the best killer can kill the best fighter.

Now, more than 20 master-level killers have successfully logged in.
Chapter completed!