Chapter 116 Mad Dog? War Dragon?

Wu Xian lay on the floor and hated these decoration companies so much. Why is the wall so thin? Even the bullets can't be stopped. They are all shot at eye, and even in some places, when they are hit, they burst into a big eye. Wu Xian's body was covered with white lime powder and some plywood chips.

The time of a magazine is very short! But for Wu Xian, he didn't mean to walk around the Hall of the King of hell. He didn't know whether his back was blown up by something on the wall or scratched by bullets. Anyway, he saw red.

Hearing the gunfire outside stop, Wu Xian threw out with the dot five or four like scrap iron and strode out. I would rather be killed by a fair and random gun than by this aggrieved method.

Wu Xian went outside and held the m9 bayonet in his right hand. He saw two shorter than himself and two obscene yellow skins, one of whom was tall and big, much like the brown bear he saw in the natural world column. Seeing the two dwarfs, Wu Xian thought with his toes that this was the dwarf of R country that the bitch hated by others.

Wu Xian stretched out his right finger to the R devil who had a wound on his foot and a scar on his face to the corner of his mouth. "You" pointed to himself again and said, "me" finally scratched his neck and raised a middle finger at the devil. Wu Xian, a somewhat angry guy, finally broke out after seeing the little devil of R country.

When people see Wu Xian like this, although Wu Xian's bad English makes people don't understand, if people don't know Wu Xian's intentions for this international gesture, they can also go to the war-raging non-south to eat bullets. Haha, crow ghost, this guy is provoking you! Not bad! I like this boy."

When the crow ghost heard the bear's words, his face was already a little ugly, and it was a little dark. Shishen was originally changing the magazine. When he saw Wu Xian throw out the gun, the speed of changing the magazine was a little faster. The muzzle always pointed to the door. After seeing Wu Xian coming out with an M9 fighting saber, he didn't know whether to shoot or not. However, before he could think about it, the boy provoked the crow ghost. Originally, he wanted to shoot the kid, but the Raven pressed his muzzle down and pulled out the fighting saber from his upper shoulder.

The Raven took a few knives in his hand with the fighting saber, but when he saw Wu Xian like that, he disdainedly inserted the knife into the scabbard. He said in lame Chinese, "That man, look for death!"

Maybe what this crow wants to express is, go to hell! But I didn't understand, so I said such a thing. Seeing that this little devil was so arrogant, the anger he had accumulated for many years broke out: "Fug your ancestors! Son of a bitch, if I don't kill you today, he won't be the son and daughter of Z! Decades ago, I was young, and decades later, I was old. Now I'm not old or small. You dare to come to the boundary of Z country to be wild. I want you to know why I was defeated in those years!" Wu Xian's standard national scolding splashed everywhere. Wu Xian felt that the little devil didn't seem to understand the righteous national scolding, and finally added: "Fac squid!"

The crow ghost listened to Wu Xian talking about the bird language that he didn't understand, and he didn't pay much attention to it. He was going to kill this boy, and now he is happy. However, Wu Xian's last sentence, the crow ghost couldn't understand it. He opened his mouth and said, "Eight-grid tooth road!"

When Wu Xian heard the words of the crow ghost, his eyes widened, and he rushed over with the M9 in his right hand. The anger in his mouth was much stronger than that just now. Grass and mud horse, eight grids, your ancestors! I want your life today! Get the coffin ready! "Smashed!"

Seeing Wu Xian rushing up, the crow ghost did not take Wu Xian seriously. This kind of hot-headed person is a person who can't live long on the battlefield and is also the most useless person. In his own words, this kind of person is cannon fodder.

When the bear saw Wu Xian like this, the corners of his mouth grinned loudly, and a little dull voice spread over. Go! Go! Go!” Xiong likes this kind of deadly program very much. If this mission fails, then treat this program as the aftergative gift of the trip to country Z!

Wu Xian held M9 with his right hand and cut it to the throat of the crow. The speed was desperately pressed by Wu Xian, forming a white cold light. Seeing that Wu Xian's knife momentum was a little, he did not fight hard. The momentum of rushing forward suddenly stopped, his body was fixed in place, motionless, and his neck raised slightly backwards.

When Wu Xian saw that his knife failed, he immediately changed his way in the air, from wiping his throat just now to a straight backhand stabbing. The target was the heart of the little devil in front of him. The little devil had no defense. The middle door opened. When he was about to fall to the heart, Wu Xian felt that he flew up and the pain came from his lower abdomen.

It turned out that when the crow ghost's body was raised backwards, his feet also moved, and a strong front kick directly imprinted Wu Xian's lower abdomen. For this kind of rookie who doesn't have any fighting skills, there is no pressure. When I came out just now, I took a little strength. If it is according to the normal force, this foot can directly crack people's spleen. It would be very boring for the boy to die before he killed the boy. However, I still underestimated this boy just now, and this knife is not bad.

Wu Xian fell to the ground, glided a few meters along the floor, and hit a lot of hangers. After stopping, Wu Xian supported the ground with one hand and vomited sour water in his mouth, as if he had been choked by his own sour water. Wu Xian coughed for a while. In the cough, Wu Xian spit out a mouthful of blood. After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Wu Xian felt much better and forced himself to stand up without wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Wu Xian staggered and stood up. The pain in his abdomen deformed Wu Xian's face seriously, but Wu Xian smiled. He laughed loudly and was very crazy. Looking at the blood he spit out, his eyes slowly turned red and spit out a mouthful of blood. He took the M9 and cut a cut in his abdomen, and the bruised blood slid down the blade. Wu Xian took the M9 and sucked it in his mouth. The fishy taste became stronger in the originally salty mouth.

Wu Xian's series of actions, in the eyes of the three, in addition to the endless will to fight, is infinite bloodthirsty. The human bear's eyes also turned red, holding a strange knife and playing with it. The tongue in his mouth stirred up and down the corners of his mouth, and brushed his lips from time to time, like a hungry wolf seeing food. He said to the crow ghost, who was also a little excited, "The crow ghost, one of this boy's legs is mine. If you dare to kill him, I will kill you."

The crow ghost did not respond to the human bear, but looked at Wu Xian in front of him, and his eyes were more serious. But it is not the recognition of Wu Xian's strength, but out of the samurai spirit and respect for his opponents.

Wu Xian swallowed the blood from his mouth, raised his head and pointed a knife at the crow ghost with one hand, and made a very provocative and arrogant gesture with a thumb. There is a wolf-like howling in his mouth and wants my life. Come and take it!

The monotonous tone is like blowing the horn of attack at this moment. Although there is only Wu Xian, the momentum is definitely not inferior to the ghost. The pace is a little awkward, but firm and powerful, rhythmic sound, and the stiff feeling stepped on the momentum of killing tens of thousands of people!

The crow ghost saw that Wu Xian's eyes were not ordinary red. At this moment, the momentum made Wu Xian feel like a person. The idle eyes in his eyes were suddenly focused, as sharp as an falcon, but mixed with the viciousness of a poisonous snake. The life-and-death battle on the battlefield made the Raven understand a truth. Don't underestimate that you don't have a rival!

Wu Xian cut the crow ghost with a somewhat awkward knife, but in the eyes of the crow ghost, his body dodged slightly, punched his right hand like lightning, and punched Wu Xian's elbow joint.

"Ah..." Wu Xian screamed, and his right elbow drooped unnaturally. The M9 in his hand fell to the feet of Shishen. Shishen picked it up and played with it and threw it to the wall to nail it. He was not interested in this imitation at all.

Wu Xian's pale face was full of sweat, and he held his right elbow and retreated feebly. The sweat on his face has flowed into a stream. The footsteps are so terrible that they may fall down or even faint because of pain at any time. However, Wu Xian still gritted his teeth and held on, and his back teeth had been bitten and bleeding by Wu Xian.

The crow ghost saw that Wu Xian was such an embroidered pillow, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He quickly rushed to Wu Xian's side. A left swing punch directly hit Wu Xian. The crow ghost's right hand broke out in an instant. He grabbed Wu Xian, who was sliding in the air, grabbed Wu Xian's neck and pressed it down, and pressed it on the wooden floor. The wooden floor can't withstand this force and makes a painful creak.

"Ah..." Originally, Wu Xian was very painful when he was punched by a crow ghost, but he couldn't shout out. Instead, his face was red and his breath was intermittent. After being hit on the floor by a crow ghost, Wu Xian unconsciously gushed out a mouthful of blood. With the spitting out the blood, Wu Xian finally took a breath of air and felt that his right hand could be controlled slightly.

However, the crow ghost would not make Wu Xian live such a good life. Seeing that Wu Xian's face was better and the strength in his right hand was a little greater, he pulled out his fighting knife, scratched against Wu Xian's face, and said bloodthirstyly, "I will peel off this skin later and make a hand ring."

As the crow ghost said, he leaned against Wu Xian's face and was almost close to Wu Xian's face with a sick smile on his face. Wu Xian looked at the approaching neck of the crow ghost with blurred eyes. The strength of his whole body broke out at this moment, and his head suddenly raised, with a burst of explosion in the cervical spine, and bit the neck of the crow ghost.

Blood flowed down Wu Xian's mouth, and Wu Xian smiled happily. The Raven suppressed Wu Xian's hand slightly. Wu Xian took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to touch out the three-edged military thorn inserted in the boots with his right hand and suddenly stabbed up from the left waist of the Raven Ghost, and almost half of the military thorns went in. Wu Xian's strength was also exhausted at this moment, and he fell down weakly, with a piece of meat on the crow's neck in his mouth.

The Raven originally wanted to pry Wu Xian's mouth with a saber, but now the blood in his mouth was straight out, and he couldn't make a sound at all. His eyes eagerly looked at the bear and Shishen not far away.

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This chapter is very impressive. After this chapter, Wu Xian entered the world of cold-blooded mercenaries. Maybe what Xiandi wrote will be a little cold-blooded and a little violent, but what Xiandi wants to show is the cruelty of war, not the kind of children's family. The writing is childish. I hope you can forgive me! I'm sorry for many of the mistakes! The wise brother is a newcomer! What's more, he is an unscrupulous pseudo-military fan! I hope you can forgive me if there are any shortcomings in checking the information or something!! Yy is innocent! Long live yy!!