That guy, twenty-eight or nine years old, is 1.9 meters tall, and he is relatively thin and thin, but his body muscles are very strong.

His fighting skills are very comprehensive, and his strength is surprisingly great, his movements are fast, and his cortex is hard and thick, and it is clear that under the action of that magical genetic elixir, his potential has been stimulated, and he has almost completely made up for his shortcomings in movement, speed, and ability to resist hits!

But he was still defeated by Zhu Jiujie's men, to be precise, he was captured alive by Zhu Jiujie who sealed the veins of his back, so his upper body fell into a state of numbness.

Of course, the reason why this guy was captured alive was naturally because the killing aura emanating from him was much weaker. This also shows that he is controlled by that magical genetic potion and is the weakest of their group. Therefore, he is the one who will be captured alive!

"Say, what's your fucking name? Hehe, grandma, I thought that the meridians of Westerners are different from those of us Orientals, they are all the same!

In a secret basement of Qilong Villa, white captives were tightly tied up by their brothers. At this time, Zhu Jiujie's face was extremely radiant, touching and pinching him, and he even asked him with such personality.

Attention, he turned out to be a monk! Can a monk swear words? Amitabha Buddha, swear words, in Buddhism is ordained!

Suddenly, the brothers' hearts suddenly brightened, fuck, what kind of bullshit monk, if Lao Tzu was the abbot, he would have been blasted out of the mountain gate a long time ago!

The captive looked extremely angry and annoyed, if it weren't for the fact that he had been tightly bound up by several large iron chains, it is estimated that he would have jumped out and fought Zhu Jiujie again.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, seeing that the struggle was useless, he actually squirted out a mouthful of liquid mixed with saliva and phlegm and hit Zhu Jiujie's handsome face directly. And the spot where the hit hit was impartial, landing right on his lips.

Good thing he didn't have his mouth open, otherwise he would have had to swallow it!

When he boarded, the brothers laughed, but Zhu Jiujie was stunned and almost didn't vomit. He quickly wiped it clean, and then cursed a few words, and it was time to pull out the belt and teach the guy a hard lesson. However, Xiao Feng stopped him!

Looking at the guy in front of him, Xiao Feng faintly smelled a somewhat familiar smell emanating from him. This kind of taste belongs to the military, and, obviously, this guy used to be a special soldier!

Only, why did he become the killer of the Angels of Purgatory?

After looking up and down for a moment, suddenly, the captive's clothes that had been torn by Zhu Jiujie in the fight, and a small pattern on his arm caught his attention.

Because he knows that among the military groups in Western countries, there is a prevalent tradition, that is, to leave a special pattern on their body, that is, a tattoo!

It's just that this tradition of leaving their favorite patterns on themselves has become a symbol of hooligans in the eyes of the common people of country Z. In country Z, it doesn't matter who you are, as long as people find out that you have tattoos on your body, they will immediately associate you with the underworld.

But Western countries are different! And especially, special military personnel! On their bodies, they often leave their proudest patterns or words. And this pattern or text is often the symbol of their unit!

Because, as a soldier, the unit you are in is where your honor lies!

He gently ripped off the bloodstained collar of that guy, just from his tattered clothes and the bloodstains all over his body, it could be seen that Zhu Jiujie was not soft at all!

It's ruthless!

It's just that when Xiao Feng saw the sword pattern on his arm clearly, he was stunned by his identity.

"French gendarmerie? are you French?

Sure enough, as soon as he heard his words, the eyes of the French showed a subtle light. This is a very natural expression of emotion, so it should be said that this killer, his emotions, have not been extinguished.

"Do you •••••• you know about the French gendarmerie special service?" he looked at Xiao Feng, his eyes were slightly excited, and after a while, he actually spoke.

It's just clear that his Z Mandarin is very bad. Perhaps, he just learned it in ordinary time because he had been with "those people" all these years. As for saying more, he wouldn't.

Xiao Feng smiled slightly, and patted him on the shoulder very closely, indicating that he had no malicious intent. Then he said to him in fluent French: "Since you are a member of the French gendarmerie, how can you become a 'purgatory angel'? Have you forgotten that you are a soldier? I know of course that you are a French gendarmerie! The reason why you have a tattoo of a sharp sword on your right arm is because of your relationship with the special service of the French gendarmerie, which is called the 'Arc de Triomphe Sword'! You are a symbol of the honor of the French soldiers, but look at you now! I think Lieutenant Pluto would be very disappointed if he saw you as you are, really!"

The eyes of the French were obviously more excited. Perhaps he was far from expecting that he would be able to meet such a person who knew so much about the gendarmerie special services here!

Years of being uprooted from his homeland and brushing shoulders with death had made his mind cold and numb. At this moment, when he heard someone talk to himself about the thing he was most proud of in his life, he finally felt a trace of human warmth. It's as if he has seen someone who has left his hometown for too long. Because, this person's French is too standard!

"Do you know •••••• Lieutenant Pluto? Oh no, he's not a lieutenant anymore, he's been promoted to general!

Xiao Feng smiled slightly, feeling that this guy was actually not hopeless. Many years ago, during military training, which can be described as cruelty, they were severely required by instructors to learn the languages of many countries. And French is one of them!

"Of course I know that, I'm talking about when the gendarmerie special service was first formed. Founded in 1973, this special service unit is a special commando unit specializing in anti-terrorist operations, known as the 'Arc de Triomphe Sword'! When it was first formed, the special service team even consisted of only 15 soldiers, organized into three operational groups, each with five members, aged between 25 and 40, and all of them had families and children. Ou, my dear, although the age limit of the members of the special service team has been adjusted to a younger age in the future, are you married? Do you have children? Honey, do you miss them? What is your name? Maybe, I can help you, really!"

He said it so sincerely, it didn't look like he was lying. At this time, the emotions hidden in the hearts of the French have been moved by him. There was an even more excited look in his eyes.

It's just that looking at Xiao Feng, his gaze is not calm.

"Why should I trust you, and how can you prove that you're not using me?"

"That's it!" Xiao Feng smiled slightly, took out his military ID card from his bag, handed it to him, and said, "Because we are all soldiers like you!"