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Two Black Hawk helicopters, one six-barreled machine gun on each side, hovered overhead, aimed at the flaming chariot scurrying on the ground.

"My patience has a limit, and if I don't stop, I will fire." A strong man poked his head out and said.

Unfortunately, John ignored him and continued to do his own thing.

"Fire!"

Three breaths of time, the strong man is already the limit of patience.

At the sound of an order, the four machine guns roared into a string of fiery tongues.

Like a downpour, the bullets fell on the flaming chariot, and a crisp sound sounded.

"The bullets are so fierce, Cyril gives them a shot." John said shamelessly.

"Hehe, I've wanted to do this for a long time." Cyril smirked.

Fu Yang was speechless, these two old guys, since they came back to life, have been sitting on crazy things, and they are simply taking revenge on society.

"Take it easy, don't make the whole United States want you." Fu Yang reminded.

"Measured." Cyril said perfunctorily.

As soon as the words fell, he leaned out of the window and pointed a thick rifle at a helicopter.

It is the helicopter that the strong man is riding, he is the commander of the super team, Brian, who has experienced a hundred battles, has been born in various battlefields, and has an instinctive prediction in the face of danger.

"Gain altitude quickly." Brian shouted.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and a fist-sized fireball erupted, scattering into a rain of fire in midair.

They had never seen or thought of this kind of rifle as powerful.

In an instant, it landed on the surface of the Black Shadow helicopter, and in a single time, it had already pierced through thousands of holes, the wings were directly broken, and the entire body fell obliquely.

At the first time, the crew jumped out of the plane, wearing a set of protective clothing, and when they approached the ground, they rolled over to reduce gravity.

"I just beat it down together, and I hate it when something flies around in the sky." Fu Yang said willfully.

At this moment, Fu Yang has already let himself out, anyway, he is not in his own country, and he can make trouble as much as he likes.

"Understood."

Cyril smiled slightly, pulled the trigger directly, and a rain of fire fell on the other helicopter.

Indeed, a piece of plane wreckage was sprinkled, still burning on the ground, and a group of super team members were gathering together in disgrace.

"Find a way to stop them." Brian roared like an angry lion.

"Yes, sir."

The three young men stepped forward, also with anger.

For a long time, only the super team bullied others, and Chong has never been bullied.

A man put his hands on the ground, and a crack stretched out, like an earthquake shaking the ground apart.

A young woman, quietly fighting, arms outstretched, a tornado on each side was converging, and in a moment, a tornado ten meters high had been formed, and her arms were closed, chasing forward.

The other person had been staring at the sky, and within a meter of him, the temperature plummeted, and ice crystals condensed on his hair and eyebrows.

"Whew..."

With a long breath, a cold breath erupted, condensing pieces of ice slag.

Suddenly, a hailstone the size of a brick fell, hitting the roof of the car.

Boom...

A muffled sound was clearly heard in the car, as if someone was smashing the car with bricks.

There is a tornado on each side, and a crack in the back.

"I can't bear it, I smashed my car." John said angrily.

This place, on the outskirts of Los Angeles, is deserted, and if there is a battle, as long as it is handled properly and does not leave a trace, it will generally not be known to the public.

Moreover, the super team is very famous in the Secret Service, and it has always been stable, and even when necessary, it can dispatch agents to cooperate.

With a beautiful flick, John set up the flame chariot and headed in front of the Super Clan.

As soon as Brian raised his hand, the three of them stopped attacking, and a group of twenty-five people were standing in a row with their heads held high.

The flame chariot stopped, John and Cyril stepped out of the car, and Fu Yang lowered the window to watch.

A burning skeleton really hit their hearts, and a guy with sparks in his eyes and mouth and even his nostrils was even more weird.

"Who are you to cause trouble in the United States?" Brian asked.

"We should have seen it." John said.

"How could it be, otherwise you would have disappeared into the world long ago." Brian said in a tough tone.

The flames on John's body were withdrawn, replaced by flesh and blood, and it was difficult to understand that on a skeleton, flesh and blood reappeared.

As the flame fades, the skin and face gradually become clearer until they return to their former form.

"Agent 5, John Raining." Brian exclaimed.

The Powers often work with the Secret Service, and the two of them have come into direct contact during a mission handover in the Middle East.

"Yes, that's right." John Wei Xiào said.

"How did you end up like this?" Brian asked, feeling a horror in his heart, feeling that an outside force was spreading in the United States.

"No comment." John shrugged.

His attitude was contemptuous, as if he didn't think of the Super Troop as a person on the same level.

In fact, the two of them belong directly to the Grim Reaper of the city of Belial, who manages the ghosts of the world, and have already flown up the branches and become phoenixes, and they will still be in the company of grass chickens.

"Then you're going to betray America." Brian said gloomily.

"What a crime." John instantly transformed, transforming into a flaming skeleton.

Brian's face sank, and his body surface changed, directly turning into metal along with his clothes, as if his entire person was poured with silver.

"SS-class ability, metallized." John said it in one word.

There are many people in the world, and there are them in every country, and they have been studying the mysteries.

When he was in Huaguo, Fu Yang had seen two supernatural people in the tomb of King Liang, but they were young people, and they were both too weak.

One F-level, one B-level, is almost as weak as a broiler, and in front of a real master, it is a showcase.

For a time, the twenty-five members of the super team all showed abilities, including physical changes, over-control elements, and over-control objects, and one of them was a telekinetic ability, and he actually controlled the spiritual force field.

At this time, Fu Yang also got out of the car to watch the battle, and when necessary, shot together.

"It's really hilarious, what are you doing?" A female voice came.

A giant white wolf, about three meters tall, sprang out of the ground, shook off the dust on its body, and was looking at them curiously.

"Werewolf!" Brian said with a slight surprise.

In American society, there are not only humans, but also bloods, werewolves, orcs, and evil spirits......

Many humanoids are hidden, and as long as they don't break the law, they still live in secret, and are jointly managed by multiple special departments.

"This is our tribal territory, what are you doing?" The werewolf asked like a curious baby.

"Big white dog?" Fu Yang wondered.

Suddenly, the giant wolf looked at it fiercely, approached Fu Yang, showed two rows of sharp teeth, and said, "Huaguo, don't think that I can't understand Chinese, please apologize immediately." ”

"How long has it been since you brushed your teeth, it's smoked to death." Fu Yang pinched his nose and said, waving his hand constantly, trying to dispel the smell around him.

"Are you despising me?" The giant wolf said.

"yes, you bite me." Fu Yang said.

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