Two strong white Americans dragged a body like a dead dog. The person being dragged had no consciousness at all. He was covered in blood and seemed to be on the line between life and death.
"They all say that the Chinese soldiers are great, but I think they are nothing more than that!" One of the tall men, who was 1.9 meters tall, said in Chinese, while the other short white man snorted: "Chinese soldiers? Humph!
"His tone was full of disdain.
While the two were chatting and laughing, suddenly, the tall white man's expression changed, as if a murderous aura was haunting him not far behind him.
The two white men turned around quickly, only to see a seventeen-year-old boy standing there behind them, wearing camouflage uniforms and professional oil paint on his face.
The little man smiled: "Here comes another one, let me do this one! You watch."
The one he had dealt with before was brought down by his companions. This time, he would never give up the prey to his companions again. He wanted to take action himself and teach the little guy in front of him a lesson.
"Hello! My name is Jerry, what's your name?"
The young man took off the backpack behind him and threw it on the ground. He stared at the other person coldly, and then looked at the special forces member dragged by the tall white man. That was his brother!
The young man breathed a long sigh of relief and snorted coldly: "When you go to hell, don't forget to tell the King of Hell, I, that it was the dragon's teeth that destroyed you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man rushed over. This speed shocked the other party. The poor short white man didn't even react, and was punched in the face. His right eye socket turned black. This punch...
The beating made him confused for a second, but that second killed him.
Ryuga jumped up high, clamped the opponent's neck with his legs, and pressed down hard. The two fell to the ground, and there was only a click sound, and the cervical vertebrae of the neck was twisted with great force. This American must also be alive.
It doesn't work.
His companions were shocked when they saw this scene. The two of them had fought many times in underground boxing rings in the United States, and almost always succeeded. When the other party met the two of them, who would not be frightened, and how much his companions tried their best, this
The tall American also knew very well that when it came to killing techniques, the two of them were as good as the elites of the Marine Corps.
But such a being whose strength was comparable to his own actually died in two rounds at the opponent's hands.
At the first moment, he took out the pistol attached to his waist. Just before he was about to pull the trigger, the Chinese soldier took out a dagger from nowhere and clicked it.
The American looked at the dagger stuck in his chest in horror, and opened his mouth to say something last, but he could no longer say it.
After Huo Ran fell to the ground, the corner of the Yankee's mouth twitched, and the look of despair and unwillingness in his eyes did not disappear until he completely left...
Ryuga hurriedly ran to his comrade, but unfortunately the other man was already dying.
"Songbird! Songbird!" Longya called the opponent's code name. As a special operations team member, he was also an elite among the soldiers. His strong willpower still allowed him to slowly open his eyes in the last moments.
Looking at the familiar face, Songbird stretched out his hand as if he wanted to grab something, while Ryuga held the other person's hand tightly...