In the vicinity of the Deville refugee camp, in addition to the Syrian government army, there are also some African mercenaries who are nominally African mercenaries, but in fact they are British pawn mercenaries, about 300 Chinese soldiers, and some joint forces from various countries.

All in all, the composition of the army here is very chaotic.

"Hello warriors, we will fight against the villains abandoned by Allah! They're a bunch of complete bastards, so I don't allow anyone to leave their hands alone. In addition, I also know that there may be some minor contradictions between you, but you are absolutely not allowed to ...... under my rule."

It was an Arab officer who spoke.

When he saw these soldiers in front of him, he was not in a good mood.

This should be a problem to be solved within Syria, but now they have to turn to other countries for help, which is simply a shame deeply imprinted in the soul of soldiers like them who maintain national security, and the kind that cannot be washed away for a lifetime. He really wanted to refuse this operation, and drive out and drive away all these guys who were rashly involved.

It's a pity, though. He couldn't do that.

Because, they Syria really can't defeat the ISIS army. They can only rely on "foreign aid".

The tone was stern, and the soldiers below with different skin colors and expressions were expressionless. In the middle of speaking, a soldier dressed in a Syrian military uniform suddenly walked in, walked quickly up to the officer, and muttered a few words.

After listening to the soldier's words, the officer's face was very ugly: "What? Another army is coming? Who are they? Which country is it affiliated with? Hell......"

If the military component here continues to increase, they can directly hang a flag here and become a United Nations.

The soldier shook his head and said, "No, this new army does not belong to any country. They call themselves the holy warriors of the Silver-Faced Cult......"

"Silver-Faced Sect?" When the officer heard the name, he was stunned for a moment.

He has been in charge of guarding the war zone here. I had also heard about the situation in the nearby Deville refugee camp and knew that it was a new religion that had come here to provide humanitarian aid. In the Deville refugee camp, some of the new foreigners have even joined the religion......

Moreover, he had also heard that the Silver-Faced Cult also had some soldiers with guns in the vicinity, who usually kept to themselves, mainly to help maintain order in the refugee camp, and they would also help and participate in the fighting when ISIS members invaded.

This force. Syria's friendly army, so to speak. It's just that at a time like this, they want to get involved, do they want a piece of the pie?

The officer shook his head indifferently: "No, tell them that the battle here will be very dangerous. Their strength is insufficient, and if they join rashly, they may be wiped out, so ......"

Before the officer could finish his words, a Caucasian man next to him suddenly said with a strange face: "Sir." What did you just say...... Is it the Silver Mask Sect? ”

"Yes, do you have any opinions?" The officer was stunned for a moment, and looked at the Caucasians.

This Caucasians, he remembers as a liaison sent here by the British MI6. And only him. Only then can it be determined which of these motley armies are the "strength" of the British. Of course, in the eyes of the officers, this Caucasians. It's a bastard who deserves to be executed in secret.

The MI6 liaison said, "Of course, I have a suggestion. I think, those warriors of the Silver Mask Sect. There is also the power to join us in the fight against ISIS. ”

"Uh......" the officer froze, "Why?" ”

"Since you are in charge of this war zone, then you should also know that although we have a large number of people, we are only responsible for the outer war zone, the real inner battle, and there is another 'sir' and a 'lady' in charge. The two of them have abilities beyond ordinary people's imagination. It can be said that the two of them are the real main forces, and what we play is only an auxiliary role. The MI6 man explained.

The officer nodded: "Yes, I, I have heard of it. ”

The MI6 guy smiled and said, "That's easy to explain." They really deserve a ticket, because they're fans of that 'sir'! ”

"What?"

"Do you know who the 'Silver Mask' in the Silver Mask Sect is?" The MI6 man asked with a smile.

"That's right, 'Silver Face' is that 'sir'."

"The people of the Silver Mask Sect are all his followers!"

……

Inside the ISIS Deville military base.

In a hidden underground secret room, the knife in Smith's hand slashed at the neck of a person whose hands and feet were tied, and suddenly, a stream of blood shot out, and the secret room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Pulling the man up yet, Smith took a knife and shaved his eyebrows off little by little, then put them in a small plastic bag, sealed them, and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Huh...... Another piece of collectibles. Smith chuckled softly, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, "Sure enough, it's still in this kind of place that it's easier to collect the collection I want." And there's no damn cops and the FBI......"

Smith was an American who served in the military and fought in the Iraq War.

During the war, Smith performed well, but he was implicated in a prisoner abuse incident, so he retired and returned home.

People who have participated in the war will actually have certain mental illnesses and need the counseling of a psychologist in order to return to a normal life. After half a year of psychological counseling, Smith was rated normal. However, Smith himself is well aware that he has not recovered.

One night in the midst of a depressing day in the city, Smith was admiring his collection—the eyebrows of the men he had killed—when he finally felt that his collection was a little too monotonous and needed to be collected more. Under the domination of the increasingly strong "**", Smith began his own collecting journey.

In just two months, he committed 23 homicides in New York, and every eyebrow was shaved off by him, and he also became a target of the FBI.

Later, after a mishap, Smith's identity was revealed and he was fully wanted by the FBI. After that, he managed to escape from the United States, and then came to Syria and joined ISIS.

A soldier like him, who has been on the battlefield and kills people like he, is exactly what ISIS desperately needs, so he can easily be accepted by ISIS and assigned to the front line.

It was in this kind of place that the sin in Smith's heart was completely released.

He found that in this part of Syria, human life is like a mustard. No one cares about killing.

In the beginning, in order to collect, he would catch a refugee every night and kill him, and only go to bed when he was too addicted; Then, when he got up in the morning, he wanted to kill one too, or he would be confused all day...... All in all, all sorts of messy reasons, he now needs to kill four people a day.

Some of ISIS's companions also know about his murderous eyebrow collection. But no one dissuaded them.

Again, this is a war zone, and human life is like a mustard.

Since you live here, you must be prepared to be killed as an animal.

Especially. Those civilians.

"Unfortunately, ISIS bans alcohol. If only I could have two more drinks after getting these items......"

Smith muttered to himself, bringing his newfound collection. Walked out of the underground chamber.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Smith saw the scene in front of him and was slightly stunned: "Hell." What's going on? ”

This dilapidated town now looks even more dilapidated than before.

On the ground, a number of people in different clothes and costumes fell to the ground, with firearms and weapons placed beside them. In the surrounding area, some houses had just collapsed, and some places were still burning, and several armored vehicles and tanks were completely overturned and fell aside.

Just when Smith was still thinking strange, suddenly, his whole body flew up as if it had been hit by a car, and then the whole person hit the wall next to him, and he felt that the breath of life began to drain.

He knew very well how he felt at this time, he was dying.

At the last moment, he saw a silver whip quickly snatched away from him. At the corner of the road not far away, a man who seemed to be covered in a layer of silver metal turned out......

"Where did this guy come from?" Han Xiao muttered.

He had slaughtered indiscriminately in this base before, but almost all he could see was killed.

In just half an hour, Han Xiao had already counted to five hundred. In other words, there are already five hundred of them that Han Xiao has directly killed.

Now, even if there are still ISIS members alive in this base, they are hiding in the shadows and shivering, and they dare not come out at all. This suddenly rushed out of a fool, and it was really uncomfortable to kill.

In the air, the sound of the helicopter propeller turning, Han Xiao just pretended not to hear it, Ariel followed Han Xiao's side, the Seagod's Shield was suspended around him, and two large spear shrimp were lying on the Seagod's Shield.

Suddenly, only a "bang" was heard, and a stream of air quickly crossed a straight line, and a helicopter in the air suddenly burst into flames and fell into the distance.

Helicopters are able to detect missile attacks, but they are unable to detect a sneak attack by gun shrimp.

Once Ariel's spear shrimp here struck, they didn't even have time to react, and they had to die.

"Seems to be about the same here, right?" Han Xiao looked around and felt that there was no need to continue to stay.

Ariel nodded, and stretched out his hand to the building not far away, "It seems to be the headquarters of their base......"

"I'll see." Han Xiao took out his mobile phone and flipped out the information column here, "It's really true!" But there's probably no one in there, right? ”

Ariel responded, and Han Xiao said again: "Yes!" Anyway, it's a command, isn't it? Ariel, do me a favor, smash their headquarters, and we'll go. ”

"It's going to call people!"

Ariel muttered a few words to Han Xiao in dissatisfaction, but immediately after, he still let the spear shrimp fire in the direction of the headquarters.

Half a minute later, the headquarters here completely collapsed, and Han Xiao and Ariel left the town as if they were strolling around.

Five or six minutes after Han Xiao and Ariel left, they saw someone poke their heads out in some places, looked at the surrounding scenes, and stammered:

"Devil! Those two people are devils......"

“…… It's the devil! (To be continued......)