Chapter 212 Kazafi

Wu Xian looked at the strangeness covered with marching ants all over his body, and there was no joy or sorrow in his heart, but now he witnessed tens of thousands of ants eating their bodies, and then he knew what the ancients created this word on.

The gun in Wu Xian's hand did not give Qimo a pleasure. Although Qimo was about to die, Wu Xian didn't mind that he lived a little miserable before he died. He let him go, just so that his heart could get a little comfort. As for whether he died in pain or not, it was secondary to Wu Xian, and the pain suffered by Qimo was his own.

Wu Xian walked out of the woods and took the bloody number plate and suddenly inserted it into a tree two meters high from the ground with a saber. The saber was inserted so vigorously by Wu Xian and sank into the tree until he held the handle. The metallic but red number plate hung on the tree and swayed slightly. Wu Xian held this bloody number plate on his forehead and said in his heart, "Brother, I'm taking revenge for you. Rest in peace!" I will live your life for you."

"Ah!!!" Wu Xian suddenly released the number plate in his hand and roared up to the sky, like a tiger and a lion. Wu Xian's roar immediately resonated with other transformation soldiers, and everyone let go of their throats and roared.

A group of coyotes attracted by the smell of blood heard the sound. Under the low roar of the head wolf, all the coyotes turned around and ran back, facing the smell of blood not far away without any attachment.

"What's the sound?" Jazz suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the gun in his hand was flat at his waist. His fingers pulled the trigger, and his body tilted slightly to the big tree on the right. Only in any case, Jazz could shoot the bullet out at the first time to buy himself time.

The black widow also lay on the ground with a gun in her hand. Half of the unfinished rabbit in her hand was thrown to the ground by the black widow, staring at the direction of the sound, afraid that the remnants of the ghost would come to trouble him and others.

The ghost looked at the two people's movements, snorted disdainfully, and said, "That sound was made by the group of transformation soldiers, and the leader is the one..."

When the ghost saw the black widow's eyes, he also gave up the idea of continuing to talk. Although he didn't know what was wrong with him, he still stopped talking. The ghost shook his head slightly and said to himself, "Maybe he will become his teammate and protect him! Maybe the two are related to the same disease, so they keep this secret for him!"

The ghost face found that what he thought was all about was that kind of endless thoughts, and he couldn't help smiling bitterly. He was so sentimental about himself that he really didn't look like his original self!

After feeling that he thought too much, he inserted half of the rabbit that fell on the ground with a saber, quickly cut off the dusty place and put the rabbit on the fire again with a long-cut wooden stick, but there was a wry smile at the corners of his mouth, but it was covered by the cloak, which outsiders could not detect.

When the black widow heard the ghost face say this, she was not angry. Since you know that it was Wu Xian's voice, you should have said it earlier! I lay on the ground, making my whole body dirty, and half of my rabbit hasn't finished eating.

The black widow felt extremely familiar when she saw the golden meat in her hand, and saw the pieces of meat piled up on the ground. The black widow pointed to the ghost and wanted to curse, but when she saw Wu Xian and the others come out of the woods, everything was left behind by the black widow.

Jazz listened to the ghost face, but the gun in his hand still did not take down. For Jazz, when he did not see the danger relieved, he would never put himself in a happy period. Now I saw Wu Xian coming out of the woods with a team of people, and the gun in his hand was also put down, but Jazz didn't pay attention. While he put it down, the two transformation soldiers behind Wu Xian paused slightly, and then integrated into a perfect team.

The black widow ran to Wu Xian and asked in a low voice, "How's it going?" Have you solved it?" Wu Xian looked at the black widow who was more than ten centimeters shorter than himself, nodded slightly and said in a belly, "It's over."

When the black widow heard that Wu Xian's incident had been solved, a smiling face appeared on her face, as if her own matter had been solved. Let's go! We went to sit and eat.

The black widow said that she was going to grab Wu Xian's hand, but Wu Xian quietly dodged and took the lead to the place where the ghost face and the jazz sat.

The black widow muttered behind Wu Xian, raised her cheeks and wrinkled her nose and hummed slightly, but she quickly caught up with Wu Xian and pulled Wu Xian's arm.

Wu Xian is quite speechless about the practice of the black widow. Even if he is away from the black widow, the black widow will approach you from time to time, making you feel that you think it is absolutely dangerous.

The ghost face has been accustomed to the practice of the black widow, but it surprised Jazz. However, when he saw the somewhat unnatural corners of Wu Xian's mouth, the Jazz had to admire the black widow. Even this kind of reformed warrior who didn't have much thought could frighten the corners of his mouth, which was really worthy of the black widow.

"The meat is a little old!" The ghost face threw away the last rabbit bone in his hand and threw down a cold sentence.

When the black widow heard the ghost face say this, she really couldn't wait to go up and slap the ghost face twice. She has seen a good guy, and she has never seen such a cheap and good person.

"Remember to send people to watch the night." The ghost-faced cold words came from the tent beside her, which made the black widow a little unbearable this time. Grab a stone and throw it at the ghost-faced tent. He said, "Who are you? You are not our team. Why do you want to help you stay up late?"

The stone was bounced back by the solid tent material. After a while, the ghost came out of the tent with a gun in his arms, and the figure gradually disappeared into the dark until it disappeared into the woods.

It is not easy for Wu Xian to talk when he sees this situation. The relationship he finally established with the ghost face was ruined by the black widow in a few words. At this moment, Wu Xian can only pray in his heart that the ghost face is a good talker, and he still hopes to pull her into the gang.

The next morning, the ghost came out of the woods with a gun in his arms and silently packed up his things without saying a word to anyone. His temperament was still colder than before, which made Jazz, a lonely person, feel more lonely at this moment.

Three days later, a military Zhinu plane landed in the foreign army camp of F. A group of heavily armed men and women stepped out of the plane. Many foreign soldiers of F passed by them and felt cold.

Wu Xian took the lead in walking to his barracks with his backpack, and other reform soldiers also followed Wu Xian to the barracks. Jazz hugged a female soldier whose skin was close to bronze, and the two of them bit each other as if no one was around. The black widow hummed at the ghost's face and walked out with her backpack. When she passed by the Jazz, she saw the female soldier and shook her head slightly, looking at the Jazz with excitement. He shouted behind the black widow, "We are free love!" Jazz's words attracted a lot of ridicule.

Although Jazz knows that the Black Widow only kills men who are interested in her, who knows if this crazy woman will do anything to kill couples casually? For the sake of his own life, Jazz would rather lose some face than be responsible for his own safety.

After Wu Xian put down his backpack, he felt a little hungry and it was lunchtime, so Wu Xian did not drag his feet and walked outside, but followed by a large group of tails.

Sitting on a table with not very good food, eating while watching a small TV not far away and watching the global current affairs news broadcast on it.

"The Libyan government fell, Kazafi fled the presidential palace, and his son was shot dead."

All the French foreign soldiers who heard the news immediately shouted loudly. For this kind of soldier who has been a soldier for several years in order to mix with the nationality of F, although the nationality of country F is very attractive, what is more attractive is money. In order to live a better life, the necessary money is indispensable. And now what is on TV is a good opportunity to find money.

Wu Xian listened to the roar of this group of crazy soldiers and just ate quietly without paying much attention, but Wu Xian had a hunch that his life would move closer to the battlefield.