"What the hell??Kill our two brothers, and he just ran away?!"

The three cyclops were all dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on here, and looked at Salvestre from afar, one of them cursed angrily.

The other cyclops asked, dumbfounded, "What do we do now?"

"What else can I do, can you fly?!"

The one-eyed giant, who was the first to scold, said in a violent temper: "If we can't fly, we will go back, what can we do if the lizard flies away?!"

Although Salvestre fled on his own initiative, this could not hide the fact that they had lost two of their companions.

"Damn it!"

Thinking of this, the last one-eyed giant cursed angrily, and in the middle of the forest, dragging a heavy large mace, began to prepare to evacuate with the other two one-eyed giants.

In the tactical command center in the rear, President Celtic and Magar looked at the rapidly disappearing figure in the radar monitor, breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped in their chairs.

As the rear, Celtic knew all about the battle between the Cyclops and Salvester, and according to the radar monitor, Salvester was repelled by the Cyclops, and the Cyclops was missing two of their health features.

Salvestre didn't feel anything wrong with this, but was very happy.

He was a native of Britain and knew how powerful dragons were, and the brave men in fairy tales killed them without any danger, but fairy tales are just fairy tales after all, and real dragons could never be killed by heroes so easily.

Moreover, Celtic never considered himself a hero, and naturally he could not defeat any dragon.

Celtic was very fortunate to be able to repel Salvester and save one of his lives, and he didn't dare to kill Salvester at all, nor did he expect the one-eyed giants to kill Salvestre.

The president of the country of Maga on the side probably thought the same way, but he was more fortunate than Celtic.

After all, Celtic can go anytime and anywhere, and he can still have a super annoying status after leaving here, but his status is limited to this, if he leaves the country of Maga, then he is no different from a civilian.

If Salvestre arrives, then the property he has painstakingly managed for most of his life will be in vain, and it can be said that it is a wonderful scene that he has not arrived now.

If all the property is lost, then the president of the country of Maga thinks it is better to let himself die.

"Son of a bitch president, we!@¥!@¥"

At this moment, an inopportune insult sounded from the walkie-talkie, Celtic frowned slightly, looked up at the president of the Maga country, and the president of the country smiled embarrassedly, and whispered to Celtic: "Lord Envoy, you see, the army is dissatisfied with the situation of our side and may launch a mutiny, you... You see..."

"Mutiny, don't worry, it won't. ”

Celtic glanced at the president of the Maga country, who was thinking about wishful thinking in his heart, smiled contemptuously, and said with a smile: "You come with me, the country of Maga can't stay any longer, we are probably going to South Africa." ”

"South... South Africa?"

There was a violent trilling voice in the voice of the President of the Maka Kingdom, and he couldn't believe it: "What do you mean, Lord Messenger, haven't we already repelled the dragon?"

"yes, you know it's repulsion. ”

Celtic glanced meaningfully at the president of the Maga country, stood up, and moved his wrists and ankles: "Since it is a repulsion, then soon, everyone knows that the country of Maga has been controlled by us, so soon, the international sanctions will arrive." ”

"Those mutinous troops, stay in our place, I will install a few death squads to sow discord and make these mutinous warlords bear international sanctions. ”

With that, Celtic shook his head, and continued, "As for you and me... Let's go to South Africa, from now on, we're going to be human with our tails between our legs. ”

The walkie-talkie in the hand of the president of the country of Ma Kar fell in response, his eyes were full of disbelief, he shook his head hard, his eyes widened, and he almost roared at the Celts: "Impossible! You said that as long as I join you, you will give me endless power, give me infinite treasures, and guarantee that I will be the president of the country of Ma Kar for the rest of my life!"

"Don't you want to go?" Celt furrowed.

The president of the country of Maga said with iron bones: "It's impossible, I won't leave the country, the country of Mga is my motherland!"

Righteousness Ling Ran, ceremonial hall.

If it weren't for Celt knowing that the president in front of him, who claimed to live and die with the motherland, had made dozens of biochemical experiments that harmed the people of the country of Maka with the destroyer, Celtic would have really thought that he was a good president for the country and the people.

It's a pity that the person in front of him is just for his own glory and wealth.

"Since you don't want to go, then you can live and die with your motherland. ”

After that, Celtic directly pulled out the gun on his waist and shot it at the head of the president of the country of Maga, killing him directly!

Blood spurted out, and there was the president's blood everywhere, and Celt calmly looked at the president of the Maga country lying in a pool of blood, shook his head, and said with a mocking face: "Since you have chosen to follow the destroyer, you have to go all the way to the end, friend." ”

It was absolutely impossible to keep him, but he knew most of the Destroyer's actions in Africa, and he also knew Celtic's next plan, so in order to prevent the news from leaking, Celtic could only kill him and keep him shut forever.

Since joining the Destroyer, Celtic's mentality has changed day by day, and he also vaguely feels a little strange.

However, he does not regret his decision, only in this way can he survive in this dangerous world and organization, and enjoy the rest of his life.

Subsequently, Celtic did not clean up the body of the president of the Maga country in place, but strode out of the room, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said: "Send those three Mr. Cyclops to South Africa, Base 1 has been exposed, the plan is abandoned for the time being, open Base 2, and implement a backup plan." ”

As Celtic spoke, a jeep pulled up beside Celtic, who nodded slightly, got into the car, and began to drive off into the distance.

Half an hour after Celtic's departure, the mutinous generals and warlords captured the tactical command center, and they looked at each other as they rushed into it and looked at the body of the president of Maga slumped in a pool of blood

。 Before they could react, there was a sudden whistling and dense sound of missiles in the sky, and then, the intercontinental missiles from the United States hit here with unmistakable accuracy, and all the miles within a radius of more than ten miles were scorched.