The wind blows, and the yellow sand rolls.

The sea of clouds is boiling, covering the sky.

Anyone with experience knows that it's going to rain.

Twenty-first Avenue is the most marginal street in Las Vegas, and this abandoned furniture factory sits at the tail end of Twenty-first Street. This is the dead end of the green belt, because the wind direction is blowing from the northwest, so the wind and sand in this dead corner are also extraordinarily large.

Separated by a wall is the backyard of the furniture factory, which is an open sandy area. A few pine needles and cacti are sparsely planted, and I don't know if the branches are barren because they have not been watered for a long time, just like the third-level cripples of the stunted plant family.

Not far away is the green belt of this desert city, with rows of pine needles and cacti. Further back is the desert, a desert as far as the eye can see.

So, walking through a wall is like walking into the desert.

I don't know how much strength the military advisor used to kick just now, and the wall that broke a big hole was still falling cement and bricks.

The opening is getting bigger and bigger, and no one can doubt that if the military advisor stomps on it again, the brick wall that looks so hard will collapse entirely.

Only when they had calmed down did the advisor bend down and emerge from the hole.

She didn't rush to do anything, but stood there looking at the Count who was lying on the ground with a large piece of table against his chest, pretending to be dead.

The Count had only just been beaten out, and had not been lying on the ground for a few minutes. But the body was covered with a layer of yellow sand, and the face, neck, hair, eyebrows, and limbs were covered with a layer of yellow sand. At first glance, it looks like a human figure carved on the sand.

Anyone who lies in such a place for an hour will probably be drowned by the wind and sand.

Boom -

The semi-circular table top pressed against the Count suddenly burst into the sky, sending a cloud of dust flying in the sky.

Bang -

The plank landed not far away, and a large hole was smashed into the sand.

The Earl bounced up from the ground with a carp, and then shook his body vigorously, and the dust on his body fell clean, revealing his face, his eyebrows, his hair, and his clothes.

"Poof—"

He spat heavily. I don't know if I want to spit out the yellow sand in my mouth or the turbidity in my heart.

Then, his little vulture-like eyes stared at the military advisor without blinking, and said in a deep voice: "The queen is worthy of her name, it seems that I underestimated you—"

"It's you who overestimate yourself." The military advisor said disdainfully. "You people come out to do things under the emperor's brand, naturally no one dares to provoke you, and you also develop your lawless arrogance - aren't you a bunch of clowns at the mercy of others?"

"What about you?" The Count sneered. "Your name is the queen, and you have ever bargained for the emperor? Aren't you, like us, his defeated men? ”

"I'm here to kill, not to talk to you. If it's okay, I'll take someone with me. The military advisor said impatiently.

She really didn't want to talk about the emperor, because that person - he was really too strong and too strong. If there is anyone in this world who can make her feel powerless, it is the emperor. When I think of fighting him, it seems like a nightmare.

And she subconsciously didn't want to meet the emperor here, so she wanted to avoid this topic intentionally or unintentionally.

"What? Scared? "The Count seemed to have seen through the mind of the military advisor. He should have known that the military advisor had suffered at the hands of the emperor, otherwise he wouldn't have used this matter to stimulate her all the time. "Even if His Royal Highness the Emperor doesn't come, it will be difficult for you to leave here. At the very least, you'll have to defeat me first—"

"Let's get started." The military advisor said. She could see that although the Count had been knocked out of the house by himself, he did not look like he had been hurt.

What's even more bloody is that his whole body is as hard as steel, and his fists can't cause him any harm at all.

Good thing she has a gun—

She pulled her gun out of her bosom and raised her hand to shoot the Count.

She's fast, and the count is faster.

If you are a master, you may lose if you are not careful.

At such a critical moment, no one dares to neglect to observe and pay attention to the opponent.

The Count moved when he noticed that the strategist's arm was moving—nay, rather, when he noticed signs of movement in her shoulder joint.

Like a humanoid tank, he slammed straight into the division.

His current height is a little taller than his normal height, about 1.6 meters. And his people look a little stronger, so it's really quite powerful to run like this.

Seeing the military advisor raise his gun, his figure dodged to the left.

Bang -

The bullets of the military division hit the wall behind them, stone chips flew and a large hole appeared in the wall.

This bullet is extraordinary at first sight. Ordinary bullets can only make a mark on the wall, and even the most powerful ones can only make a deep pit.

And the bullets fired by the military division directly penetrated the wall, which shows that its power is huge.

One shot.

The military advisor only had a chance to fire a shot.

For the Count, having dodged the bullet sideways, he leaped to his feet, and threw himself straight at her with open hands.

It seems that he is ready to use his physical advantage to fight her in close and hand-to-hand combat.

Bang -

The strategist kicked out, hitting the Count in the abdomen.

The Earl was not in a hurry or pain, but once again pounced forward.

Click――

He let the advisor kick him twice, and then grabbed the advisor's shoulder.

With a sharp force of his fingers, the shoulders of the military advisor were directly pierced by his fingers, and the black trench coat oozed red blood.

The military advisor's body was not made of steel and iron, and her shoulder was pierced, and she couldn't help but snort in pain.

The blood that had been pressed down in his throat with smoke also blurted out and sprayed the earl in the face.

"It's disgusting." The military advisor thought as he looked at the earl's big flower face.

The Count didn't care, and his other hand was going to buckle the other arm of the military division.

If he was hit, he would be able to shake the woman up or just push her to the ground.

The strategist's wrist flew, and he was unwilling to let the other party clasp his other hand no matter what.

The right foot rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, from standing in a straight line with the Count to shrinking into his arms. Then the military advisor's body was pushed up, and the earl was lifted from the ground.

When the earl's body fell to the ground, he lost the source of his strength.

Before he could react, the military advisor was already grabbing one of his hands and one foot. Then the feet are staggered 90 degrees, and they spin quickly again.

Huhuhu-

The Count was like a big windmill, and she turned it in mid-air, so that he couldn't see its head and tail.

One lap.

Two laps.

Three Laps -

Even the military advisor herself didn't know how many times she had turned, and as soon as she threw her hands, the earl's body flew diagonally into the sky.

After a few runs, the military advisor jumped high.

She has both hands and feet, and hits the Earl's whole body in the air to hurt the big # small * #穴位.

She knew that there would be a 'door to death' for any secret technique, and he had to find this bone-bursting door to death.

Otherwise, they won't be able to end the fight until tonight.

Although she now uses her strong strength and the strength to suppress Xìng to knock the Count away, there will be a time when she will lose her strength. The Count had not been mortally wounded until now, and it was impossible to knock him down for a while.

In the short time he was in the air, the military advisor threw 450 punches and 216 kicks, and they left with one touch, and they never got too entangled.

Then, when his strength was exhausted, he slammed his leg out again and kicked the Count away.

The Count's body slammed into the wall again, and the advisor landed lightly with the reaction force of the kick.

Bang -

The Count's body slammed into the wall, but luckily it didn't make a big hole in the wall this time.

The Count put his hands on the ground and tried to get up from the ground, but he fell to the ground very weakly.

Tried again and fell again.

I don't know what happened, but the bones he had burst open were back to their original state.

And his eyes were bleeding, and his entire eye socket was swollen.

"How do you know?" The Earl said hatefully, full of unwillingness and grievance.

"Because, when I hit you with a cigarette butt, you blinked—" said the military advisor. "At that time, I knew that the eyes were your valves."

(PS: Dear friends, today's third chapter.) A new year, a new beginning, and I hope we continue to move forward side by side. Guards, forward! ）