Chen Huayao was facing his back, and the empty door was wide open behind him. The opponent's attack was faster and more rapid and coherent than imagined. He had not been able to complete the effective turn, so he had to roll forward again and almost escape from the opponent's attack range.

The sarcoma rushes towards him, forming a front-and-back attack with Williams. He throws a paratrooper knife and holds a US military dagger in his hand, stabs Chen Huayao in his head and face. In the narrow and cramped space, cold weapons are often more dangerous than hot weapons.

Chen Huayao secretly scolded the Americans for being vicious, his legs were tortuous and forcefully, and suddenly jumped into the air, and the sarcoma flew into the air. Williams' bronze desk lamp smashed the wooden floor into a big pit, dust was flying, and the air was filled with the smell of old wood chips, which was very unpleasant.

Grasping the chandelier on the ceiling and swayed gently, his body had fallen behind the sarcoma nose. With his current weight of more than 240 pounds, he made such a striking and light movement, which was really eye-catching.

Before the sarcoma could react, Chen Huayao's right hand suddenly stretched out, his thumb and other four fingers were like tonnage steel pliers, tightly pinching the back of the American's neck and lifting it in mid-air.

This sarcoma nose is also a US Marine who has been through the battlefield for a long time. She is 1.84 meters tall, weighs 85 kilograms, has developed muscles, is full of strength all over the body, and has rich practical experience.

He was tasked with going to Afghanistan to wipe out the Taliban Red Wolf Organization branch earlier in 2012, killing more than a dozen senior Red Wolf Organization cadres. After returning home, he was awarded the American Bauhinia Medal and was awarded the title of captain. He was also a well-known and cruel character in the army.

Unexpectedly, Chen Huayao was raised in the air like a bullying a child. The back of his neck was tightly pinched, and the huge force pressed the cervical vertebrae. A numb feeling spread throughout his body, and no strength could be used.

At this moment, Chen Huayao passed by a series of large-scale movements of limbs such as rolling and jumping, and still held half of the unburned cigarette butt in his mouth. He raised his sarcoma nose body high in his hand, and slowly spit out two white smoke from his nostrils. He was really free and easy, highlighting the Chairman's unique indifference, gloomy and melancholy temperament of the poet in the sinister and complex situation.

It’s a pity that there are no extra audiences at this time, otherwise even if the most picky critics in the world come, they will be impressed by his temperament and even admire him with all their hearts.

Williams' long sword took off the bronze table lamp and rushed to him like a shadow.

Chen Huayao pinched the sarcoma and met him directly, and a living big man in his hand waved at Williams as a huge weapon.

The sarcoma was in mid-air with no force in the limbs. The enemy took the vital part and was in a relatively dark secret room. He was extremely panicked, screaming, kicking and kicking in the air with both hands and feet, kicking and hitting Williams regardless of the enemy. It was really inconsistent.

Williams was in a panic for a moment and had to withdraw his sword, for fear of accidentally hurting his comrades. Unexpectedly, at this moment, with a bang, a heavy old fist from the sarcoma nose hit his eye socket.

Williams was furious and shouted in English: "Benjamin! Are you crazy? See who is standing in front of you!" As a genetic warrior exclusively studied in the United States, this nigger has an unimaginable physique and does not feel any pain. He was just suddenly beaten and felt very inexplicable.

Benjamin thought it was the code name of the sarcoma nose rather than the real name, but he was anxious and chaotic at this moment, so how could he tell the difference?

Chen Huayao smiled and said, "You are as dark as charcoal, who can see clearly?" He kept grabbing the sarcoma nose and attacking.

With a little force on his thumb, Benjamin felt the cervical vertebrae rupture bit by bit. The severe pain caused the visual nerve to temporarily blind. His limbs couldn't help but twitch, and his right leg suddenly kicked forward, trying to use unconscious actions to slow down the pain from the key points.

He hit Williams in front of the chest and kicked him in one go and made somersault!

It is said that the greater the pain, the greater the power it produces, mainly because the huge amount of adrenaline secreted by internal stress procedures of the human body is not controlled by subjective consciousness. Chen Huayao once saw a patient with advanced cancer in the hospital due to severe pain, a thin elderly man weighing only more than 70 pounds bent the steel pipe of the hospital bed's guardrail!

No matter how powerful Williams is, he can't stand Benjamin's irritating kick in a hurry.

The nigger jumped up, swept across his long sword in his hand, cutting off Benjamin's right leg. Blood from the artery sprayed out like a water pipe, pouring his head and face.

The right leg separated from the body flew up with a bunch of blood, just hanging on the chandelier in the middle of the ceiling of the room. The two swayed together, which was extremely shocking.

The situation in front of him was too dangerous, and Williams had to think too much and had to attack his comrades. If he allowed the other party to continue to control Benjamin, he would only be at an even worse disadvantage.

After swinging the sword, Williams quickly retreated five meters, approaching the wall, and began to breathe heavily. It was not too tired, but extremely angry in his heart.

Benjamin didn't feel that it would be painful if one leg was missing, because the pain from the cervical vertebrae was a hundred times stronger than the wound on the broken leg!

But the hand and foot movements of this inferior white man gradually slowed down, and his power was lost with the gushing of blood. After more than thirty seconds, he could no longer feel the pain in the back of his neck. The fire oil of his life was gone and the lamp was about to be exhausted.

Chen Huayao threw Benjamin into the corner with one hand, ignoring the life and death of the inferior white-skinned pig, and looked at Williams with a strange look, and the two formed a cold confrontation.

"Williams, you are an American, who comes to Beijing to stir up the wind and rain. What is your intention?"

Williams understood that he had met a powerful enemy he had only seen in his life. He held a long sword and stared at Chen Huayao tightly, and instead responded in Chinese: "I am ordered to do things, and I have nothing to say." His words were straightforward, and he obviously had some hard work in learning language.

When the US military selects candidates for genetic warriors, it not only requires high physical fitness, but also has to be the best choice for the top intelligence. Just like Williams' IQ is as high as 120, it is already quite high for the black group. Not only is he a double doctor, he also learns multiple languages, combines strong and developed muscles and a meticulous and cautious mind, and sets up ambush members of the Crab Committee twice. If it weren't for Chen Huayao being too perverted, he would have almost succeeded.

"So have you ever thought about what the result of a failed mission?"

Williams raised his head and said, "In my dictionary, there is no word failure. I'm sorry to disappoint you." In the dark, he saw a slight green light emitted from his eyes. It was the trait of genetic warriors. They had the ability to clearly see objects in the dark. This alone compared most enemies.

Chen Huayao knew that his every move was invisible under the other person's eyes and said, "Of course, you will die soon, and the dead will not even have the qualifications to fail. Just like your low-level and poor colleague Fan Lun Tieen, you will die coldly under my fingers with humiliation and pain."

The two stopped moving and still attacked each other with words. As long as one of them had a slight advantage in verbally, their momentum would become weaker, and then the other side would launch a new attack. In the peak duel between experts, momentum was particularly important.

Williams tightened his sword tightly, looked at the cigarette butts that were clearly extinct in the other party's mouth, and said, "If you want me to die, you have to ask if the 'St. George's Frost Rune Sword' in my hand agrees!"

"St. George's Frost Rune Sword?" Chen Huayao was a little surprised, and dusted off the cigarette butt with a cigarette butt, and smiled: "Little comrade, logically speaking, the nigger shouldn't have such a developed imagination. You did it, which is very surprising."

Williams flashed his anger and said in a deep voice: "The Sword of the Frost Rune of St. George comes from the St. George Cathedral in Bavaria, Germany. It was originally the sacred sword of the sixteenth-century Paladin George Rams who conquered the pagans. It has endless power. Under the Sword, all the pagans will be destroyed!"

Chen Huayao shrugged: "The 16th century? Not to mention how backward the forging technology was at that time, now a kitchen knife is a hundred times sharper than what you call a holy sword. At that time, the blacks were just slaves of European powers, sleeping in a pigpen and competing for food with pigs. Do you want to turn over and become your master?"

Williams was indeed becoming more and more embarrassed. When talking about the battle between Cifeng, how could he get as good as the Chairman's toe? He said angrily: "No matter how much you argue, you will not change your fate of being chopped into meat sauce by the St. George's Frost Rune Sword!"

"I'm just a little curious. The US military's blood-word plan has created five deformed scums. Which one are you ranked?" Chen Huayao raised another question that obviously hit the other party's mind.

Williams thought he could not fall into the enemy's trap, so he slowly returned to his calmness, pressed his throat and replied, "No matter which one is ranked, at least it is unimaginable."

"I think after Fan Lun Tieen dies, the US military should send a stronger master here. But I really disappointed me by sending you, a guy who is a deer-headed rat." Chen Huayao smiled contemptuously: "You and your deformed companions should have been humanely destroyed long ago."

Williams shouted: "Van Lun Tieen is just an incomplete failed experimental product, I! Skywalker Brad Williams! It is perfect! Much stronger than Van Lun Tieen!"

With this shout, his self-confidence also rose sharply, instantly bursting out. His legs kicked hard, and his thin and strong body rushed forward. The sword in his hand swung over, and with a roar, the sword cut through the air, as if it contained the power of wind and thunder.

"Damn the genetic guy, can you just beat me?" Chen Huayao leaned back and the tip of the sword streaked across his face. The rapid air flow formed by the waving of the Frost Rune Sword, which made the skin feel painful. It was also a pity that he avoided it in time, otherwise this powerful and sharp air flow could cut through a tough wooden board. If it swept to the eyes, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this moment, the committee member's long nose sucked a deep breath, his neck suddenly became thicker, and the surrounding blue veins bulged, and a fierce airflow spurted out of the deep part of his throat, rushing out of the outlet cavity.

With this airflow, the burning red cigarette butts in his mouth shot towards Williams like arrows off the strings.

The cigarette butts cast rapidly and are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. They are accurately inserted into Williams' rising nostrils. Fires are splashing everywhere, and fireworks are blooming in the dark room, which is very colorful.

The high temperature instantly burned Williams' nasal cavity, and a burnt smell came from the smell. The nigger almost screamed, and finally had a strong endurance. He gritted his teeth and waved a long sword, and then sprayed the cigarette butt out of his nose, along with the burned nose hair.

Chen Huayao was so happy that he smiled: "This is what you call the perfect form of human beings? I think that's it."
Chapter completed!