Chapter 132 Provocation

Wu Xian took all the transformation soldiers to the shadow, and the black widow smiled helplessly. This group of people really can't be treated like ordinary people. After taking away what you need, you don't drag yourself away at all. There is no intention to thank.

Jack saw the black widow like this and asked, "Sadako, what's wrong? Do you like that yellow-skinned boy?" The black widow's face returned to a lively smile and said, "What's the use of their transformation soldiers? It's not a machine!"

Jack was also silent when he heard the black widow say this. What's the difference between yourself and them? Seeing the dark clouds rising on Jack's face, the black widow smiled and said, "Don't think about this, help me change things." By the way, tell me about any new guys."

Jack immediately became twirling when he talked about his own field. Controlling the wheelchair under him, he led the way in front of him and explained to the Black Widow what he had recently made.

Wu Xian came out of Jack and met a team of dictators not far away. As soon as the dictator saw Wu Xian, a group of transformation soldiers, he led his team to stop Wu Xian and others.

"Brothers, look at this group of things, it looks like a person! I can't tell whether they are things or not. The dictator said without scruples, which made the next team laugh and flattered the dictator a lot.

The transformation soldiers behind Wu Xian did not have a trace of expression. They basically ruled out all these provocative words. They would not take any action without threatening their own lives. As for stopping, it was just the dictator who stopped the way, but his body was on alert.

Although the transformation warriors behind could not understand the dictator's provocative words, Wu Xian understood them. His hands clenched into fists because of anger and insulted his brother. It can't be forgiven! But it is easy to expose his characteristics when he is impulsive, so Wu Xian can only struggle between rationality and anger.

"Look, that madman pays special attention to the guy. Look at his hand. Haha, you piece of shit, do you want to hit me?" The dictator laughed when he saw Wu Xian's fist clenched because of anger. You bastards, lie down!"

Except for Wu Xian, all the transformation soldiers fell down collectively. Seeing that Wu Xian did not fall, the dictator pointed to Wu Xian and said, "See? What if your people are as obedient as a group of dogs, even if you resist my orders? Haha..."

Wu Xian listened to the dictator's words, his anger became bigger and bigger, and the bloodthirsty in his eyes became bigger and bigger. His mouth moved slightly and whispered from his mouth, "Stand up."

The dictator had no intention of continuing to insult this group of transformation soldiers without any feelings. When he was about to greet his people to leave, all the transformation soldiers stood up.

Wu Xian looked at the dictator in front of him. Although he knew that he might not be his opponent, sometimes there were some things that must be defended! Just like the dignity of brothers! Even if they have forgotten that there may be this thing in their lives, Wu Xian has the obligation to defend it, because they are his brothers!

Wu Xian, a group of reform soldiers, all pulled out their sabers from their bodies. The dictator saw that Wu Xian, a group of reform soldiers pulled out their sabres and their sabres. Although they have never been to the battlefield and do not have the indifferent courage of life and death, they do not have any ordinary people's thoughts, and it can be said that they have done better than themselves in another aspect. The action of the knife is somewhat standardized and has no flexibility, but you can't underestimate what is taught in the special forces of various countries, that is to say, the two teams are basically at the same level of strength.

Wu Xian's blade pointed, and all the transformed soldiers made the most primitive roar and charged collectively! The dictator smiled, and a revolver in his hand turned in his hand. The people standing behind the dictator rushed up with bloodthirsty faces and killed these thoughtless reformers. No one was under pressure!

When the gap between the two sides was only two meters, a few decibels of heavy gunshots sounded, and several bullets fell in front of the two sides. For this sudden bullet, both sides subconsciously looked for the nearest bunker.

After the dictator quickly rushed to the bunker, the left wheel in his hand immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and coldly aimed at the direction of shooting. Wu Xian was just slightly stunned, and his body did not move. This moment highlights the essence of the rookie. When Wu Xian is angry, the knowledge in his mind has little effect.

"Ghost face, you bitch, what do you mean?" After seeing the people coming, the dictator shouted.

The man's black cloak carries an unknown model of sniper rifle, holding an MP5 with a muffler in his hand. The current position is outside the range of the dictator's left wheel. For that left wheel, it is now a toy. Dictator, keep your mouth clean and watch your head. Cold and murderous words came from under the black cloak. Wu Xian did not know the ghost face. The last time the ghost face saw Wu Xian was also when Wu Xian lost consciousness and acted by instinct.

"Ha ha, do you want my head? Come and get it if you have the ability! I don't know how many people want my head, you bitch!" The dictator scolded arrogantly. For the dictator who is the enemy all over the world, he doesn't care about one more ghost face. Moreover, he is not allowed to kill people with a gun in the camp. If he kills someone, the consequences will be very serious! The camp will chase you to the ends of the earth and let you experience the most cruel punishment in the world before you die.

"I don't care what you mad dog wants to do. But don't put my life in an unsafe situation, as it is now. Even if there are regulations in the camp, I will kill you mad dogs. At least I will live longer than now." The cold voice continued to come out of the black cloak and gradually extinguished Wu Xian's anger.

"Haha, does this bitch like that thing? Haha, their yellow skin is not as big as their brother's. If you have a spring, my brother can cover your face so that you can enjoy it. Hearing the dictator say so, all the men laughed. For this ghost face, the face is the biggest flaw. Can you be pissed off by the dictator now?

A bullet fell on the mound in front of the dictator, causing a burst of floating earth. But there was no scene of anger, just a cold voice from the cloak. Dictatorship, you stupid pig. Look at what they have in their hands. Also, I remember your words, and I will take your life.

The dictator listened to the ghost face, took a look at the things in Wu Xian's hand, and immediately blew up his hair. What's in his hand is not an ordinary saber, but a bomb-like saber in Jack's big madman's hand.

He is a group of thoughtless reformers who dare to hold a bomb in their hands at all times. They don't know that if nothing happens will explode into a pile of minced meat.

The dictator didn't care about the provocative meaning of the ghost face just now, but silently looked at Wu Xian and the ghost face, and shouted at the group of people who had almost lost their will to fight, "Let's go!"

The dictator left, looked at Wu Xian with a deeply meaningful look, and also walked into the minefield not far away with his gun.

When Wu Xian saw everyone leaving, he said to all the transformation soldiers, "Assembly!"

When everyone gathered around him, Wu Xian's eyes were a little gloomy. When you leave the mission, anyone who is malicious to you will be shot and killed directly! When it doesn't work, start the explosives in the saber. Do you understand?"

Answer Wu Xian only with a uniform military ceremony. Go! Go to the training room, bleed more before the war, and save your life more during the war!"

In the training room, Wu Xian fought with all the reformers without any hand. If he didn't want to die, he tried to defeat his opponent. There was no sympathy and no hand. The sound of hitting the broken leather was endless.

Ten minutes later, only No. 9 can still stand on the training ground, that is, his non-human body shape, can withstand so many fists and feet and still stand. Other people were either stunned and vomited blood, or their hands and feet were dislocated and couldn't get up.

No.9 walked over and helped Wu Xian connect the joints of his feet. There was not much standard. However, Wu Xian gritted his teeth to find Jazz. It's better to find Jazz for this bone-to-bone work. However, you have to remove the joints and reconnect them.