It seems that in order to make these six people clearly understand their meaning, the other party is using Chinese.

The name "Froud Saltan Diggs" is a bit strange to Su Zhaoxin, but he would not mistake the meaning of the following sentence. At this moment, he realized that it was obviously not accidental that a group of unusual aliens before he ran into the past - where the elite appeared also means that there would be a small wave of ss.

The long training made him react in an instant. He bent his knees, held a gun, bowed, and tried to issue orders to the other five. He was not sure what the power of the First Saint was, but he knew that it must be spiritual power.

In addition to the king and the four knights, the twelve saints were the strongest fighting power of the Gate of Truth. In the past few years, he heard that some of his colleagues had eliminated seven saints, but he also paid a heavy price in that process. Perhaps it is hard to say which one is stronger, the Ninth Saint or the Tenth Saint, but the top few must be tricky and ruthless characters.

It is said that when the Second Saint of the Gate of Truth was eliminated, the colleagues in the south paid the price of five deaths and one injury - all five A-level abilities died, and the remaining injured person is still lying on the bed.

At present, his team has six people. Although they are not six A-levels, they are equipped with a powerful single-soldier exoskeleton system. It is obviously not a coincidence to meet this No. saint at this time, perhaps the other party has been waiting for him here.

Therefore, he planned to use the mobility and durability of these people to temporarily restrain the enemy - it would be great to be able to destroy him here, but even if all six of his people died, he could at least delay the arrival of his comrades after sending a warning to his friendly forces for at least a while - delaying the arrival of his comrades.

At a moment, the thoughts flew in Su Zhaoxin's mind. From the time he made an attack to the time he made a decision, the first word blurted out was not more than a second.

What he said was: "Hold him."

But at this moment, the person behind the table supported his hands and stood up.

He wore a gray windbreaker with a shirt and tie inside - as if it was not a battlefield, not a decadent city, but a neat and orderly office.

Then the young man smiled and shrugged: "Can't we sit down and talk?"

Su Zhaoxin's fingers had already hooked the trigger of the assault rifle, and with another force, he would shoot a point. However, when he heard this, he suddenly felt that the other party's voice was quite nice.

Foreigners always have some accents when speaking Chinese, and this one is no exception. But his accent makes his words more relaxed and playful. It seems like an old friend who has not seen him for many years is standing in front of you. On one side is a street full of pedestrians and traffic flowing endlessly, and on the other side is a teahouse.

And his shoulder was bathed in the afternoon sun, and he smiled and stretched out a hand at you, saying, "Can't we sit down and talk?"

Su Zhaoxin hesitated for a moment.

He stood there in a daze, exhaling a breath from his mouth and blinked in confusion.

Froud said again: "Actually you don't have to fight like this. You know. Whether it's yellow, white, or black, they are all humans. Even humans, species, or animals, they are all creatures on this planet. The vast universe is so lonely. Why do we have to draw guns for the current dispute? Now, as human beings, the most important thing is to be happy. When this happens, no one wants to think about it - are you tired after rushing so far? Why don't I make a few cups of coffee for you to drink?"

Su Zhaoxin blinked again.

He felt something was wrong - the other party's attitude was indeed friendly.

This kind and concerned tone made him feel a little guilty - you should know that his gun is still pointing at the other party now. He felt that if he was pointed at by someone, he would definitely not be able to say such things.

This thought made him feel a little hot on his face, so he looked at his other five comrades.

Their eyes met and they read the same thing from each other's eyes.

So after hesitating for two seconds, Su Zhaoxin put down the gun awkwardly.

He wanted to carry the rifle behind him, but he felt that it was really bad to hang this thing on his shoulder, so he simply threw it away.

The gun collided with the cold ground, making six crisp sounds.

Frode smiled kindly and sat back on the chair: "Look, it's better to come and sit."

One minute later, the executives of the six assault forces had sat at the mahogany table.

Froud stared at them for a while and sighed: "To be honest, I understand you. It is very difficult to travel thousands of miles to fight in such a cold place, and if you are not careful, you will be in danger of life. If I were your commander, I would not make such a decision - you are not alone, what should you do if you die?"

Su Zhaoxin felt a warmth flowing from the top of his head to the soles of his feet - what a great person.

No one said this to himself in the past.

He sighed slightly in his heart and rubbed his hands: If this person is his commander...If he can follow him...

Froud smiled again: "Actually you can't win this battle - you should know that this is our base, we are fighting at home."

This time, Su Zhaoxin heard the sound of breathing inhaling—along with his own, acclaimed and surprised breathing.

The other party is so smart! He can even predict such things!

So Frode stood up and his body trembled slightly: "How about this? From now on, you all follow me - let's break out a new world together?"

At this moment, Su Zhaoxin felt his eyes a little wet. When he first looked at Frode, he felt that the young man was a little thin and a little weak. But now he was standing behind the table, and the faint light inside reflected his body, and he was looking up at him.

This made him feel that the other person's body was as majestic as a tiger, and the body shook slightly -

That is the kingly aura!

The overwhelming kingly aura!!

He could no longer hide his inner excitement. He stood up from the chair like everyone else, clenched his fists, and said with a sob: "Don't worry, from now on, we will be yours-we will swear to never betray!"

Frode breathed a sigh of relief, strided across the table and walked to Su Zhaoxin, holding his hand tightly, and his eyes were filled with tears: "Brother!"

"Brother!" Su Zhaoxin shed tears of excitement.

The other five people were already in tears and clapped rhythmically.

A minute later, Froud smiled and watched Su Zhaoxin contact another group of commandos through the communicator.

The six men have completely surrendered and devoted themselves to it—at least for now.

It was 11:35 am.

Seventy-two former special affairs executives surrounded the entrance of the building, and other exits on all sides were tightly blocked. The reinforcements learned about the "war situation" in the building through walkers - the four groups that had arrived earlier said they would temporarily evacuate and attack with everyone.

Although this tactic sounds a bit strange, considering that there may be special circumstances that they have not yet understood, the reinforcements also agreed.

So a few minutes later, they saw the twenty-four people coming out without any injuries. More than twenty people could count clearly at a glance, so before Froud spoke, no one noticed that a Sibei product had actually been infiltrated among his colleagues.

Froud Saltan Diggs followed Suzhaoxin.

When he walked to the center of the street and reached the center of more than 90 people, he took a deep breath and showed a happy smile.

From six to twelve to twenty-four people, his influence has gradually increased. At present, he is standing in the center of more than ninety people. This means that he finally no longer has to be as cautious as before. He can play his favorite game without any scruples in the field of psionic energy that has been enhanced again.

He pulled off his tactical helmet, exposed his face to the cold air, and laughed: "Did you all see me?"

Such a shout suddenly sounded on the empty streets, and almost everyone's attention was attracted.

What they saw was a white face - of course there were white people among these executives. However, they were familiar with each other. So this showed that this was a stranger.

At this moment, the stranger opened his arms and raised his head. He stood upright in the cold wind, bathed in the sun, and looked like-

People looked at each other.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but they feel that they have felt a powerful aura—a kind of unrestrained aura that makes people unable to resist the admiration and worship.

They felt like this person stood on the street like this. It looked like...

A peerless hero with a violent and domineering spirit!

The streets fell into strange silence. Frode turned around like an actor and shouted again: "You see me - you feel my power - then do you want to become stronger like me?!"

As if in response to his words, the cold wind that passed through the gaps in the buildings suddenly became violent, and the entire street began to whine.

Su Zhaoxin felt that he wanted to cry again - but he told himself that this is a man's tears, and it's no big deal.

And those who saw Froud for the first time subconsciously took a deep breath. They felt something was wrong - this person shouldn't have appeared here, nor should he say these words.

But...where should he appear? What should he say? And what should he do?

At the moment, this seems to have become a rather complex and elusive problem.

In such a chaotic and contradictory emotion, a man finally frowned and asked tentatively—

“…But why do we become stronger?”

Frode's eyes suddenly froze on the man. He grinned, as if he had thought of something funny, and asked back: "Don't become stronger... how do you kill people and grab treasure?"

The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes becoming puzzled.

Frode shrugged: "Or, don't become stronger... Once someone offends you, how can you kill his whole family?"

The man still frowned.

Frode walked over, took off his helmet and eyepieces. What he showed was a slightly old face - it seemed that he was about forty years old.

He sighed suddenly and murmured, "No wonder."

He patted the man on the shoulder and decided to say it another way: "Okay, it doesn't matter. You just need to know that following me is a good thing - do you think I'm cool and cool?"

The man finally nodded.

Froud laughed with satisfaction. However, when he was about to say something, a woman appeared on the roof of a three-story low building on the other side of the street. The other party seemed to have been observing there for a while, and when he showed up, he shouted: "Froud, enough! When will you play your brain-dead game? Dai Bingcheng has arrived!"

But this sudden shout did not attract the attention of these executives - their eyes were now concentrated on Froud. The latter was slightly stunned, and put down his waving arms in disappointment and responded in annoyance: "Don't do this, Vivian, you know that you can not find so many A-levels every day - now surrounded by them, I feel like I am the king of the world!"

Vivian jumped down—as if a gentle wind held her to the ground without even making a sound.

She strode to Froud, stared in his eyes, and said word by word: "That one is dead!"

Frode blinked and smiled: "You are joking too-"

"It's true." Vivian looked cold in Frode's eyes, "Now the elder wants you to do another thing-you have to take our little princess out of here immediately!"

The smile slowly faded from Frode's face, and he frowned: "Are you telling it seriously? How could this be possible? How could he die so quickly? He's--"

At this time, Dai Bingcheng's voice came from the communicator in his ear: "What's the matter with you?"

The communicator has always been on - in fact, in the original plan, Froud didn't mind letting the other party know his masterpiece under the current situation.

However, Vivian looked at him silently, and used his eyes to let him understand that everything she said had become a cold fact.

Frode gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped up angrily, and shouted, "fu(k-temptation!"

Then he pulled off the communicator in his ear.

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You don’t mind that I have written too much about my supporting role, right? I have been waiting for this scene for a long time! Haha.

Don't worry, the protagonist's drama has just begun.
Chapter completed!