In the afterglow, when a jeep came on the horizon, the city gate was about to close, and the jeep rushed into the city before the city gate closed.

There is a cave behind the door, the rigorous and majestic atmosphere of the army is blowing in the face, and the more you go to the center, the more profound and strict it is, reaching the situation of three steps and one sentry, five steps and one post, and no one dares to be presumptuous when anyone comes here.

The car drove for a long time, and when it stopped, there were several bungalows in front of me, and there were several men standing in the open space in front of the bungalows, looking at the car parked in front of them with a stern expression.

The jeep door opened, and a foot in a military boot stretched out, a small white and tender calf beyond the range of the military boot, followed by a coat that covered the knee to stop the obsessive gaze.

The hem of the clothes floated slightly, the corners of the mouths of the people who got out of the car smiled lightly, and the men on the open ground loosened unconsciously.

At this time, the person standing at the door of the car has a beautiful appearance and a clean expression, which is really a unique existence in the troubled times, and it is not necessarily possible to meet one or two even in the peaceful world.

Not only because of this person's appearance, but also because of the feeling that it is as cold as a spring, and the person who looks at him is like a body washed with clean water, which is very refreshing.

A few men got out of the car one after another, and Kelly smiled at the person at the door and introduced, "Dylan. Louie, the eldest family. ”

"Dylan?" The man at the head chewed thoughtfully, and looked at Yan Zigao with the word 'Chuan' between his eyebrows, "Second lieutenant of the Second Army, is the marshal going to play big this time?" ”

It's a pleasure to be with this person, but it's also annoying. To protect this young man in troubled times, I am afraid it will take a lot of effort.

"Playing big?" The person leaning against the door smiled evilly, deliberately listening to the meaning of the crooked words, "It looks quite small, and it is a question of whether you become an adult or not." ”

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward casually, put one hand in his pocket, stretched out the other, tilted his head and said, "Little guy, I'm Ben." It's a pleasure to meet such a lovely person as you. ”

Yan Zigao looked at the pale hand in front of him, it was the kind of white that didn't see the sun, you can imagine how long this person hadn't seen the sun.

"Ben, it's nice to meet you." Yan Zigao politely shook hands with him.

When the man with a frowning brow was about to arrange a room for Yan Zigao after asking a few words, Kelly stopped him and directly led Yan Zigao to the handsome room.

Dashuai's room was the middle of a bungalow.

Seeing that the room under the light is very simple, a bed, a table, a few chairs, and a large bookshelf, the bookshelf is full of books, Yan Zigao's feet standing at the door are a little hesitant, his clear eyes stay in the room, and finally walk towards the big bookshelf.

Yan Zigao walked around the big bookshelf, seemingly admiring the quaint bookshelf, but in fact, he carefully confirmed whether the doors and windows were closed tightly.

After that, he stood in front of the large bookshelf and reached out and removed the hair tie that bound his hair.

The hairrope in his hand can be opened, Yan Zigao unfolded it, and the thick and round hairrope turned into a flat and long strip of cloth, and the strip of cloth was densely filled with words!

Yan Zigao carefully folded the strip of cloth, took out a heavy book from the bookshelf, sandwiched the strip of cloth in it and put it back in place, carefully removing the traces of his movement.

Out of an abundance of caution, he also pulled a few other books out of the shelf, flipped through them at random, and put them back in their place. As he put the last book back in its place, a book swept by his tail finger caught his eye.

What caught his attention was a book that looked like it was written in a fountain pen, and when he looked closer, he realized that this military diary was really written in a fountain pen.

Yan Zigao held the book, and the six words on the cover of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing hit his heart directly - military journey. Dells.

Judging from the handwriting, the person who wrote this book must be an arrogant, talented and resolute person, but Yan Zigao's pupils couldn't help but dilate, and he couldn't wait to paste it on the book, and he took a microscope to check that the handwriting was his uncle's handwriting!

Dells, it's really a public inquiry! Yan Zigao's hand holding the book trembled with excitement, and his heart was full of certainty.

After all, in this chaotic world, everyone is trying to live to see the sun tomorrow, who the has the energy to imitate another person's handwriting and use that handwriting to write a book that can be used as a pillow?

Yan Zigao sat on the chair, his slender hand slowly opened the home page, and while reading slowly, a sense of excitement about the life of the public scene spread throughout his body.

Unexpectedly, the excitement became stronger and stronger, and soon it was so strong that Yan Zigao couldn't sit steadily, lying on the table and closing his eyes slightly, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Yan Zigao, who had fainted, lay on the table, breathing slowly and heavily, and his eyelashes occasionally trembled slightly.

At this moment, the constricted door quietly opened a crack, and a gust of wind blew in from outside, raising the hair on Yan Zigao's cheeks......

The fireworks were burning on the playground, but Frank's soldiers were surrounded by many people in black suits from the outer circle, and the blades in the hands of the men in black reflected the moonlight and shot directly into the eyes of the soldiers, and the soldiers on the periphery subconsciously wanted to draw their guns in panic.

However, before their hands could touch the guns, they were already in a different place.

The black-clad man's scythe flew out quickly, scraped through his neck, and spun back into the blackman's hand. In an instant, the heads of the soldiers on the periphery flew high, and blood splattered out.

The soldiers in the inner circle drew their guns with pale faces at Frank's orders, and although their hands were clenched at the man in black, they still trembled like a sieve.

Because these black-clothed people are like Shura from hell, on them, they can only smell the breath of death, and what is even more terrifying is that this breath will only make others die.

"Shoot!" Frank watched the farce gloomily and gave the order in annoyance.

Frank had always been the centerpiece of the soldiers, and his calm and ruthless orders had a calming effect, and when he gave orders, the gunshots on the playground were heard one after another.

However, the terrible thing is that there are not many people who have fallen because they have been shot!

The wind rose, and the sky above the playground was black, and from a distance, it looked like there were a lot of bats flying up and down, and when you got closer, you found that it was a person - a man in black!

When the shots rang out, the man in black was as light as a swallow, moving freely between bullets, and each undulation would harvest the heads of several soldiers.

The weird body technique turned out to be the mysterious martial arts of Country C!

Dells watched with satisfaction as the flame of celebration in the middle was extinguished by the wind, and when he raised his eyes in the darkness, his eyes were as if they had been quenched with blood, and his blood-red eyes stared straight at Frank.

Frank felt a dangerous aura coming from the left, covering the sky and the moon with ferocity!

Instinctively, he quickly turned his gun on the bearded man.

"Admiral, what is this for?" Dells sat in his chair, his eyes red with blood, and he pulled out the gun at his waist without the slightest threat, "You think you can kill me?" ”

Frank ignored his contemptuous attitude and didn't talk to him Rory, and his tight fingers pulled the trigger directly. However, when the bullet was fired, Dells did not have the slightest evasive behavior, and even took the initiative to take a step forward, and the gun in his hand was raised and shot out at will.

The two bullets walked in opposite directions, the bullets touched sparks in the air, Frank's bullets dissolved in the sparks and collided, but Dells's bullets did nothing, and even faster and fiercer went straight to Frank!

At the last moment, a figure ran out of the chaotic sea of people, quickly knocked down Frank, rolled around on the ground, and drowned Frank in the sea of people.

The corners of Dells' mouth hooked: "Interesting." ”

The hand holding the gun, hanging at his side at will, walked in the direction where they disappeared, step by step as if death was coming, and the soldier who was blocking his way was actually rushed up by an irresistible force, and was lifeless when he fell to the ground!

"Virtue ...... Dells? A soldier looked at him in amazement, stammering so hard that his head was already splattering out when the last sound fell.

Obviously, Dells is still the sloppy and unkempt man, but at this time, his aura is the grim reaper on the battlefield, which makes people's hearts tremble, and the road he has crossed is already a bloody road.

The sand on the ground had been stained dark red with blood.

Dells followed the bloody path like a walk to the rough room behind the toilet.

Raton, who came in a hurry, looked at the Shura field in front of him and was speechless in shock, what happened when he went to pick up the comfort women? Is Dells acting?

"Dells!" Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Dells, who was walking towards the rough house, and Raton called out to stop him.

Seeing Dells stop, Raton walked far away from the sea of killers, and they didn't seem to want to move him.

"What's going on?" When he touched Dells' blood-red eyes, Raton couldn't ask questions in his stomach, and finally condensed them into this sentence.

Raton went to the training camp to pick up the comfort women, but none of the comfort women were seen, and Jenny disappeared with her. When I rushed back, I saw that the celebration party of drinking wine and eating meat had turned into Shura Purgatory, and the aura of Dells, who was disguised as a rough man, had completely changed, as if he had turned on the killing mode!

In just a few minutes, there was an earth-shaking mutiny.

Without answering him, Dells glanced over him and walked towards the rough house.

Wrong! Is this man really Dells?

Regardless of whether Dells actively or passively revealed the identity of the traitor, but even Dells's true face is only arrogant and wanton, doing whatever he wants, although with a bad spirit, he is by no means like the person in front of him - there is only murderous aura all over his body, and nothing else!

This kind of Dels is like being stripped of the personality element, I don't know what is being stripped away, but what can be predicted is that the 'Dells' left behind is brutal and destructive.

As they looked at each other, Raton felt a mad beast in his blood-red eyes, and only killing and blood could appease that beast!

Is it a ...... that is left Death instinct? Supervisor of destruction, killing*.

Then the relative stripped out is born instinct.

If so, where did the instinct go?

Ratton's eyes were awe-inspiring, and after noticing that something was wrong, Yun Qingfeng's expression could no longer be maintained, and he hurriedly followed him.

And Larton's instinct to find out that Dellsson was missing, but at this time it appeared in a place that no one expected-the headquarters of the Seventh Army!

Yan Zigao, who was lying on the table, felt a feather pass behind his ear, crispy and numb.