What is a fist?

The first of the seven weapons? We are not in the world of martial arts, and we can't go that far.

The fist represents strength.

I remember when I was in school, my teacher used to say that the effect of the play is mutual, and if you punch someone else, you will actually receive the same force.

It makes sense, but Xing Jie still thinks about beating people, as for the kind of thing he is forced, he should leave it to those classmates who have already learned stupidity to do it.

What are you talking about?

It's not that I want to talk about any life principles, but to say that the current situation has just changed, and the treasure exploration team has gathered into one, and it is quite easy for dozens of people to collectively annihilate the rebels who have been scattered.

To put it bluntly, it's heads-up.

A group of people singles out each other.

It's shameless, but this is the wisdom of war that has been preached to the limit.

An hour later, the gunfire died down. One or two sounds that came from time to time were nothing more than red-eyed treasure hunting teams where they executed the already wounded Guinean rebels.

"They're all beasts!—isn't that too much?" said Clara, frowning.

"You can't blame the people of those teams for being ruthless, there is no way to do it. Both sides are fighting real fire, and whoever stops at this time will be the result of the annihilation of the whole army, what do you think Bubu and they are doing here? Do you just want to take away the idol?

Believe it or not, even if it's the captain of England, they handed over the idol. And then there was a massacre that exterminated humanity? As for why, it's the same old saying. Gold is the original sin, and now you see, the second show is about to begin. Xing Jie rolled his eyes and said.

"What do you mean?"

"These people have already killed blood, since they have shot on the soil of other countries, and killed so many Guinean soldiers. Even if they have the support of their upper echelons, these people have already committed a big taboo. They all knew in their hearts that by now it could be said that they had been completely abandoned!

In this case, it is better to do nothing and kill us again, anyway, there is no difference between killing one and killing a few more! Find a place where there is no extradition treaty and live a happy life!"

"So what do we do?"

"I wonder how you were trained on the Isle of Scotland and are still so merciful, and since they have already bared their fangs at us, then kill them all!"

Clara looked back, but found that the eyes of the old guys on the Scottish Island had a bloody glint in their eyes, including Han Zhongxuan, who she had always thought of as a gentleman, had also finished assembling the black spear.

However, Basang and the five people were firmly standing by Liu Jiaming's side, and there was no sign of making a move at all. For them, protecting the safety of the old man is the most important task.

This is also the requirement that Xing Jie made to them from the beginning!

Looking at the captains of those squads, they exuded a strong murderous aura, and the fierce generals came up.

Xing Jie pinched his teeth and walked up step by step.

"Brothers, what do you mean?"

"Xing Jie, this time we admit it, we didn't see through your plan because we were stupid, I didn't say this. But I just want to say, don't you feel guilty about using such a ploy to kick us out? Do you know how many people have died because of you?"

Xing Jie stood at the entrance of the temple, waved his hand back, and then raised his head and looked around with cold eyes, a smile of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stood proudly after straightening his back.

You must know that you have fallen into this situation not because of anything else, but because of your own greed! I said a long time ago in the town of Zomai that treasure hunting is a dangerous task, and it is not a dinner or a sightseeing, it requires people to fight with their lives.

How much you give, if you're lucky, you get in return. But what about bad luck? Dying in obscurity is a common thing! Don't think that dead people matter, I can tell you that there are many more masters who die in the ruins. You can't even drag a corpse back!

Also, think about it from beginning to end, what did you pay for this operation, all the clues, all the keys, all the mechanisms, did you find out any of them? Or did you straighten out all the international customs systems? No, you didn't do any of them, and it can be said that the biggest contribution you made was to carry a few assault boats! Do you think this can be equated with what you have gotten?"

is still a little soft-hearted, after all, there are a few guys who are okay with Xing Jie who are not very lucky, and they hang up. Therefore, taking into account their face, Xing Jie did not say the word waste.

It can be said that the murderers are actually their captains! Too greedy, I don't want to think about it, I don't contribute anything, just so that they don't get involved in the excavation in the back, Xing Jie will pay the price of half a statue?

Why?

Is it just because there are so many of them?

It's just ridiculous.

Xing Jie was dressed in a combat uniform, and the whole person stood on the steps of the temple, beside Han Zhongxuan, who was already armed with a gun, and behind him were the old madmen from the Scottish Island.

"And what about the agreement we made before?"

"Continuing to work, of course. I, Xing Jie, still cherish feathers, so I won't ruin my reputation for a golden statue. But you have to clean it all up before you leave!"

What's on the battlefield? Actually, there's nothing to see here. In order to be able to live, all humanity must be completely abandoned here. The word "blood drifter" says it all. Only the winner can be buried and properly placed. As for the losing side, who cares who you are? Not throwing yourself into a swamp and sinking into a pond is already a great act of kindness.

There are also several survivors on the other side.

"Unload their weapons, give them a little more money and let them go, it's lucky to survive here." Basang said.

The mouse smiled, stepped forward indifferently, grabbed the other party's gun and divided it into a pile of parts, and then stuffed it into the hand of a young man. Just about to leave, he heard the other party's muttering, but stopped.

"Brother Jie, come here. This kid seems to be talking about some god's golden mountain!" Ye Hao roared

This is a handsome-looking black lad.

At first glance, it looks a little similar to Anton Nimekay, who played Sam "Falcon" in Team America 2. But at this time, his eyes were glazed, and his eyes looked at the tower behind the temple without blinking, and his whole body trembled like chaff, and he didn't know what he was muttering, obviously stupefied by the hellish blood.

It's no wonder that, judging by his epaulettes, he is still just a private.

How can a recruit who has just enlisted in the army for less than a year in peacetime withstand such a brutal war?

"Throw away my flesh and blood and sacrifice to the exalted gods, hoping that the gods will hear my prayers and thus make me an apostle of the gods. ”

An expert from the French team was sweating profusely on the side of the translation, but looking at his frowning brows, he knew that this translation was very difficult.

"This is the language of the Nananlu ethnic group in the mountains of northern Guinea, a language that is rarely spoken anymore. That area was originally a legal area, and I went there two years ago to do an investigation, and I heard some people say it.

But he's talking about something much older, and I'm sorry, but I can only hear the general idea. This sentence should be the second half of the prophetic poem that we all know, because he has been saying it over and over again. ”