"BOSS, how much do you expect to be able to score this time?" Liu Xiaoqiang, who was on horseback, squinted and saw the front, barefoot, and asked the expressionless jackal riding on a tall horse in broken English.

"Two options, the first is dollars, and the second is weapons, you choose for yourself." The jackal didn't squint, and the few words he spit out made the dozen or so little black faces gathered around him smile.

Next, the whispers of the little blacks made Liu Xiaoqiang almost vomit blood.

"Two magazines with one automatic rifle are not Russian parallel imports, but authentic domestic 56."

"No, I'd still like to pick a hundred dollars so I can marry a woman with a big ass and have me a bunch of kids."

The so-called "automatic rifles" are naturally wooden handles, and the AK series, which has long been eliminated, as for a hundred dollars, I have to sigh at the price of this batch of African mercenaries, which is really ......

After sighing, the destination of this trip is still necessary to figure out in advance to avoid passivity.

Liu Xiaoqiang was pondering this, when he heard Xiao Hei ask the jackal about the destination of his trip, because he thought that the guy with fake fangs was dead and had no body, and even Wen Bing had no power to restrain the chicken, Xiao Hei didn't know what was going on, so he said a place very casually.

Then in Xiao Hei's exchange, Liu Xiaoqiang also knew that this place called Mifu River was less than five kilometers away from here, and when he got there, Xiao Hei would receive his salary and weapons, and he would part ways with the jackal.

Liu Xiaoqiang had already guessed the tragic fate of this group of mercenaries.

Lian Wenbing's identity is so sensitive that it will almost affect the pattern of the world. As a ruthless character like a jackal, how can he be merciful.

But Liu Xiaoqiang doesn't mind leaving a "good memory" for another group of killers.

Say it, do it.

Take mosquitoes as an example, there are dozens of Gu insect feet that can be spawned, in order to leave a profound lesson for the other party, Liu Xiaoqiang uses mosquitoes to spawn a variety of Gu insect categories, and there are three categories of upper, middle and lower categories.

This was originally a very ordinary thing, but the changes caused in the end were completely unexpected by Liu Xiaoqiang.

Liu Xiaoqiang didn't know this at this time.

A few kilometers away is a quick walk.

Although it became a wharf, it did not have any modern breath, except that the necessary berths in the port were made of concrete. Elsewhere it is simply to comb and level the land. A little gravel is laid on top to prevent the weight of the container from denting the ground.

"Take him with you, into there." The jackal pointed to the container that his men were opening and explained, "The port has been opened. Ventilation holes are also opened under the container. Over there. Naturally, someone answered. After he finished speaking, he beckoned, and a large black man handed over a package. Clothes, weapons, small dollar bills, and passports are all available. ”

Liu Xiaoqiang didn't say anything, with a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, which made a chill rise in the jackal's backbone, and seemed to feel that his attitude was a little high, he walked into Liu Xiaoqiang and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, two days, bear with it, people are sent over, and the rest of your life is enough." ”

"If you want me to die, you want me to die, understand, where is this container going?" Liu Xiaoqiang had already felt the strong killing intent around him.

There are many kinds of killing intent, the first one can be understood as the refutation of the fangs that makes the jackal lose face, and the people below obey the jackal's orders. It is also possible that the jackal knows his true identity and wants to appease himself for a while, and wait until it is safe to kill the killer.

"American imperialist ......" the jackal opened his lips lightly and spit out a few words.

"Oh." Liu Xiaoqiang nodded and took the package, which contained a ball of US bills, a pistol of 38 caliber, and two sets of clothes.

The food in the container is very well prepared, including the kegs that temporarily solve physiological problems.

It's really like that, but Liu Xiaoqiang doesn't believe it at all, is it possible for such an important person to leave himself alone to complete all the transaction links?

Lian Wenbing, who was masked and didn't know the time, was pushed and thrown into the container by Xiao Hei.

Liu Xiaoqiang, who had already given birth to all kinds of Gu worms, also entered the container safely, and before closing the door, he looked at the jackal whose hands were trembling slightly and smiled: "I hope you can have a good time." ”

"Then wait until the next life." Watching the container door close, the jackal showed an expression as if he was unburdened, and said something to the wireless bugging device on the cuff at random, and then waved his hand.

The big black men opened the insurance one after another, all kinds of weapons frantically vented a fiery red light, the yellow-orange-orange bullet shells fell to the ground in an instant, and the container was almost completely covered by seamless gaps in a few seconds, full of holes and crumbling.

By the time the gunfire stopped, more than three minutes had passed.

The harbor was filled with pungent smoke and bullet casings all over the ground, and everyone held their breath and waited for the jackal's order.

"You, go check it out." The jackal ordered a big black one, the big black one put on the magazine, carefully kicked open the aluminum alloy bulkhead that was crumbling like tissue paper, entered it, and poked his head out in an instant and said, "BOSS, there is only one corpse." ”

"Are you sure?" Hearing the reply, the jackal's heart instantly reached his throat.

"I'm sure, boss."

"Search, dead to see corpses, alive to see people." The jackal roared angrily, and he didn't notice at all that the corners of the big black man's mouth flashed in just now.

That's when something weird happened.

A big black man inexplicably covered his neck, like a river shrimp falling on the shore, fluttering wildly, and finally foaming at the mouth, kicking his legs, no breathing, and the stench of his lower body overflowed, making people retreat.

A little black went to check the situation, and it was also like an electric shock, dancing an inexplicable dance, and he fell to the ground, also breathless.

Now no one dares to come closer.

The eerie atmosphere flowed, and the air seemed to have solidified into a thick layer of ice, which made people feel chills in their hearts.

A voice appeared, the jackal didn't understand what it meant, but these big black men did, this is the ancient desolate sacrificial language that only shamans understand, which probably means that these people have provoked people who should not be messed with, committed taboos, so the gods are omnipresent. Having sent them where they should be, what they should do now is to find the demons in their midst and kill them, so that they will be redeemed and will not be targeted by the reapers.

Africa is very convinced of these things that God is talking about.

The jackal was at a loss for what to do, and found that the big black man who had just entered the container was approaching him, and the other little blacks also seemed to have discovered something, and they also pulled the bolt of the gun and slowly approached.

"Go away. What are you going to do? I don't care about you. The scene got out of control, and the jackal panicked, raised the control button in his hand, and took it for granted. This is the back hand he left for himself: "Come again." I'll detonate it. It's a big deal. ”

The big black man who entered the container was transformed by Liu Xiaoqiang using Chopper's mask, and he had no scruples and shouted: "If you don't kill him." The curse of heaven will also come upon us, killing us one by one in the dark night, and only He will die. ”

When these words came out, the hesitant black big men strengthened their confidence, this is the awe that has been left in their hearts for many years by the legend of ghosts and gods.

"You forced me."

The jackal is a dead man, knowing that he will have such a day, but he did not expect to end his life in such a way, at this time, he pressed the button, and at the last moment, he heard a smile at the corner of the big black mouth not far in front of him, and a sentence in Chinese: "Africa to that side for two days, you will be three years old?" ”

However, there was a sickly satisfaction on his face, and Liu Xiaoqiang was vigilant, and in an instant, he was full of soul power, ready to meet the explosion like a landslide and tsunami.

Outcome......

No.

Didn't explode?

Liu Xiaoqiang was puzzled, but suddenly felt a warning from no cell, a ripple-like thing, silent, sweeping the audience.

He saw that all the people present were vomiting blood, bleeding from seven holes, like puppets that had lost their strings, and fell to the ground like wheat that had been cut down.

In addition to these, the birds in the sky fell one after another, and the beasts and rats in the forest kicked their legs one after another, and they all died with blood gushing out of their ears and noses.

"Damn, sonic weapons, high-tech ......"

This was the only thought that Liu Xiaoqiang had before he lost consciousness.

Liu Xiaoqiang's injuries were 10,000 times more terrifying than ordinary people.

In the past, Xiao Qiang used his soul power to build countless Gu worms, silently attached to the big black man, these Gu worms in addition to biological instincts, can also accept Liu Xiaoqiang's instructions, equivalent to Liu Xiaoqiang's clone, every attack against the big black man, Liu Xiaoqiang has to bear.

The sound wave destroyed Liu Xiaoqiang's entire brain almost instantly, and it was mashed into a paste, so to speak, even if Liu Qiang's body was intact, he was still a vegetative person.

Coupled with the impact that caused the internal organs to appear and fall apart, his death seemed to be decided.

For the 10,000-year-old turtle who is also Liu Xiaoqiang's natal Gu thing, Gray Jiao, there is nothing he can do.

But at this time, the Ten Thousand Gu Codex exuded from his forehead, emitting a light that represented absolute darkness, and gradually lingered outside Xiao Qiang's body.

At this time, the sun was shining, but it was eclipsed before this darkness.

The countless blood that had been ruptured and flowed like rivers of blood due to infrasonic waves seemed to have life, slowly gathering towards the place where Liu Xiaoqiang fainted, and secreting into the darkness.

Xiao Qiang's torn body was gradually repaired in this darkness.

The white miserable bones broke with self-consciousness, and the white grew wildly.

Then came the spurt of blood, which was filled like a stream of water.

It seems that because of the existence of the Ten Thousand Gu Codex, everything is developing for the better.

However, what makes people unbelievable is that this kind of repair is like a broken porcelain, how can there be cracks, it cannot be as white as new, and in a moment's time, those wounds exploded again.

The black color of the Ten Thousand Gu Codex became even richer, and it even emitted a roar like a fierce ghost crawling up from the Nine Shadows, and the sky seemed to be frozen, without wind and without breath.

Those corpses gradually shrank and weathered at a speed that was recognizable to the naked eye, and the flesh and blood poured into Xiao Qiang's body like living water.

The Ten Thousand Gu Codex used a secret method to rescue Liu Xiaoqiang in this way of complementing form with form.

But the result is the same as before.

Then, a lump of white light appeared out of thin air, and suddenly exploded, and the 10,000-year-old turtle with soul power illusion appeared inexplicably, and a tentacle in the depths of the rich black fog probed into the body of the 10,000-year-old turtle, and after a pull, he saw a hexagonal scale being torn off, although it had been soul-transformed, but the 10,000-year-old turtle still let out a painful scream.

The tentacle had no mercy, rolling up the hexagonal scales and squeezing violently.

If Liu Xiaoqiang wakes up, he will definitely scold the loser, although the cave in the scales is a dead thing, the value of the things inside is absolutely incredible, and it will be pinched and exploded.

After being pinched and exploded, the cave sky suddenly expanded, but it was wrapped in a mass of black mist transformed by black tentacles, and then the black mist slowly secreted into Liu Xiaoqiang's forehead.

Liu Xiaoqiang spat out a mouthful of black blood from his mouth.

Effective?

At least that's how the Ten Thousand Gu Codex understands it.

Before, this kind of injury, the method used by the Wan Gu Codex was to repair the body, and when the body was better, Liu Xiaoqiang would naturally get better. But it doesn't work.

If you think about it carefully, yes, most of the injuries Liu Xiaoqiang suffered were mental, that is, brains.

As a result, the 10,000-year-old turtle was forcibly taken out and its cave was extracted.

The cave is the aura of heaven and earth, where the essence is.

It does work.

In this case, the black tentacles appeared again, this time not one, but six, seven or eight, without hesitation, pouring into the soul, in the body of the 10,000-year-old turtle struggling in the air, pulled out hexagonal scales, pinched and exploded, and sent them into Liu Qiang's mind.

As the amount of heaven and earth aura sent in, Liu Xiaoqiang coughed up more and more black blood from his mouth, and there were many internal organs that were shattered.

The discharge of things that are not beneficial to the body must be excellent for Liu Xiaoqiang.

This is a precursor to recovery.

Only the poor 10,000-year-old turtle couldn't break free, and couldn't resist, just a crazy roar to express the resentment in his heart. (To be continued......)