Half past two in the afternoon.

Los Angeles, San Gabriel Valley East.

The atmosphere of war has completely enveloped this place where the Chinese of Los Angeles gathered, and the almost ruined East District of the San Gabriel Valley began to exude the most dazzling brilliance before it became a complete history, death and blood, wailing and fighting, war and crime, all the colors that had nothing to do with beauty completely rendered this place into a Shura hell in just a few hours.

Collapsed buildings, broken streets, disintegrated cars, burning fires, all kinds of corpses piled up in all corners, Chinese, police, military, American civilians, blood everywhere, scarlet liquid flowed unscrupulously on the ground, forming one strange pattern after another, the fire burned blood, there was an indescribable smell in the air, the East District of Los Angeles' San Gabriel Valley, which seemed bustling a few hours ago, was now full of death, and the still roaring artillery fire and gunfire seemed to be the only sound between heaven and earth。

Xuanyuan Qingchen breathed heavily, his physical strength had reached the limit, his lungs seemed to be completely overdrawn, every time he breathed, his internal organs were filled with a hot pain, and the spokesperson of Xuanyuan Yimai, who was very particular about his image on weekdays, was covered in blood at this time, and the viscous sweat soaked his whole body, and the blood was glued together and soaked through his clothes, sticking to his body, sticky, with hot flashes, unspeakably uncomfortable.

Underneath him is a garbage heap.

All kinds of garbage were piled up together, exuding an indescribable smell, and Xuanyuan Qingchen, who was not as good as a homeless man, lay on the garbage heap in a large zigzag, letting the smell of garbage surround him, motionless, constantly adjusting his breathing.

"Boss Xuanyuan, drink some water. ”

A burly figure walked up to Xuanyuan Qingchen and handed him half a bottle of mineral water, with undisguised respect in his tone.

This respect is not only respect for the strength of the X-level master he has just shown, but also for what he has just done several times at critical junctures.

Twenty-five members of the Archon followed Xuanyuan Qingchen to Los Angeles, and now there are fifteen left, ten people died in battle, and none of them were seriously wounded, but if there was no Xuanyuan Qingchen, they were afraid that there would not be even ten people left now, and at the most critical moment, it was always Xuanyuan Qingchen who pounced up, killed people and saved people, and fled with the rhythm of the whole team, in just a few hours, almost all the survivors recognized Xuanyuan Qingchen's leadership status, instead of obeying Xuanyuan Qingchen's orders due to the orders of the God of War King before, especially the several archon soldiers who had just been rescued by him, and they were even more grateful in their hearts, They have even begun to think about the possibility of Xuanyuan Qingchen becoming another deputy consul in the consul army, just like Wang Jianghu boss, if this goal can be achieved, then the consul army has one world-shaking master and two X-level masters, which is equivalent to completely suppressing their brother army law enforcement team.

"Leave me alone, drink, hurry up and rest, we have five minutes at most. ”

Xuanyuan Qingchen waved his hand and sat up from the garbage heap, his tone a little hoarse, but still calm.

In fact, Xuanyuan Qingchen has always been such a person, and he can become a recognized senior brother in the Xuanyuan lineage, even including Xuanyuan Qinghuan, he relies on more than X-level strength, but many times, every Xuanyuan lineage soldier who performs a mission with him can exactly feel the care and concern of this big brother, this can be said to be Xuanyuan Qingchen's personal style, to put it higher, that is the quality, it is precisely this quality that is the reason why he is truly loved by everyone in the Xuanyuan lineage。

"Boss, we've drunk it, and if anyone wants to drink water, there's so much here. ”

The burly consul warrior threw most of the half bottle of mineral water in his hand to Xuanyuan Qingchen, casually kicked the garbage heap under his feet, to no avail, changed the position and kicked again, and finally found a small half bottle of mineral water under the heavy garbage heap, he bent down calmly and picked it up, unscrewed it, poured it into his stomach in one gulp, and chuckled: "Sometimes, the garbage heap is also a good place." ”

Xuanyuan Qingchen was silent, holding the water in his hand, his eyes were a little trance-like, and he vaguely remembered when he had just debuted, at that time, the dignity of the master, the image and the like, for him, they were all shit things that had been thrown into the stinky ditch, and being alive was the greatest victory and progress, and the rest, how could he have the strength to think about it?

In his most difficult time, he gnawed the bark of trees, ate the snakes and insects on the ground raw, and seemed to have turned over the garbage heap, looking for food and water to sustain himself.

And with the increase in strength, Xuanyuan Qingchen's position in Xuanyuan's lineage has become more and more stable, and after becoming an X-level master, he cares more about his image and face, but now that he is in a desperate situation, he suddenly found that he has become the kind of person he despised the most when he was young.

Survival has become life, and the mentality has finally begun to slowly degenerate.

As long as you live, what can't you let go?

Xuanyuan Qingchen smiled, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, poured most of the bottle of mineral water into it in one gulp, and the cool liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, Xuanyuan Qingchen's tired spirit was suddenly shocked, and the whole person seemed to have more strength.

"Have you rested enough?"

Xuanyuan Qingchen stood up and looked at the fifteen remaining archon soldiers, the anger of being betrayed surged in his heart, but his eyes were even colder and crazy than just now.

This kind of madness, he had when he was young.

Lin Xuanyuan also had it.

Xuanyuan Qinghuan also had it.

Including the archon warriors standing in front of him at this time, they have all been.

All those who have been cornered by fate and have to struggle have had this kind of hysterical madness.

As if in an instant, Xuanyuan Qingchen returned to when he was young many years ago, and had the crazy mentality at that time.

In silence, fifteen members of the Archons all stood up, murderous aura surging in the garbage-filled corner.

Everyone understands the situation.

Now that they were betrayed, it has become a fact that no evidence is needed, and the United States is obviously extremely well prepared for this, and after several hours of breaking through and facing ordinary troops and police with their strength, they have already been killed under normal circumstances, but now they are always trapped in this area, and the only reason is that the number of enemies is so large that they cannot be killed at all with their strength.

The U.S. side has sent hundreds, thousands of manpower to this encirclement and suppression, and since the outbreak of the fighting, the U.S. side has lost at least several thousand people, but the number of enemies seems to have not decreased at all, but is still increasing.

Now, whether you want to break through to San Francisco or continue to lurk in Los Angeles, you have to tear through the enemy's defenses and break out of the enemy's encirclement.

But for now, it seems that the likelihood of accomplishing such a task has begun to decrease indefinitely.

They can't go.

"Is anyone afraid of death?"

Xuanyuan Qingchen asked suddenly, looking at the fifteen archon soldiers in front of him, without waiting for them to answer, he himself smiled and said: "It's useless to be afraid of death, in today's situation, the chance of living is basically the same as winning the lottery, it is estimated that none of us have that luck." ”

There was a lot of laughter.

There was a tragic but calm taste in the laughter.

Afraid?

The term has not been used by any member of the royal family since its inception.

"Before we came, we all received orders from the prince, came to Los Angeles, the only purpose is to do sabotage, killing, arson, how to make a big fuss, how to come, to attract the attention of the United States, to force the American capital to divide the troops, but we are relatively unlucky, as soon as we come, we will be surrounded, otherwise we will lurk in the east and west, with the rookies who are now surrounding us, it is impossible to catch us, at present, it seems that it is difficult for us to divide the troops in the American capital, but to attract their attention, shock them, distress, we can still do it, right？”

Xuanyuan Qingchen said softly.

"Kill!"

Everyone's response was crisp and uniform.

"Very well, everyone check their weapons and ammunition, and be prepared to set fire, and if there is really no hope, start setting fire. ”

Xuanyuan Qingchen said calmly.

Set!

A fire can indeed make the US troops who encircle and suppress them suffer heavy losses, but in an encircled environment, taking the initiative to set fire, Xuanyuan Qingchen is equivalent to blocking all his last roads, or rather, this is simply begging for death.

Everyone nodded heavily with firm eyes.

"Whoever has a last word, say what should be said, even if no one hears it, it's good to vent, and if any brother is lucky enough to survive, it can also help everyone fulfill their wishes. ”

Xuanyuan Qingchen's smile became more and more indifferent.

In the distance, the sound of artillery fire approached.

The roar of the helicopter propellers is also becoming clearer.

The fifteen warriors looked at each other, but none of them spoke.

For them, there are only two things in life, fighting, living, and dying last words, which is not suitable for them at all.

"It seems that no one has a last word. ”

Xuanyuan Qingchen shook his head, picked up a submachine gun that he had just captured in the enemy army, and said with a smile: "Then let me say a word, if someone can survive today, help me bring a message to your God of War King, just say what I said: Lao Tzu grass his uncle." ”

With the words, Xuanyuan Qingchen carried the submachine gun and rushed out directly!