The snipers and all the guards on the perimeter had no idea what was going to happen inside the house, as they didn't hear any movement. Zhen Fan had already appeared in the basement of this room. He didn't have any weapons, because now he didn't need to confuse anything, just kill all the people in it.

"I need you to help me train my manpower, explode, assassinate...... Everything, I know your talents, so ...... You will be the most important person under me. "Akadulla? The Emile spoke to Price, but he noticed a strange phenomenon, and almost all of them looked at the basement door with some horror.

He couldn't help but look over, only to see a middle-aged local, looking at them with a smile, his eyes rolled around, and then fell on him, he couldn't help but be stunned, subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, his gun has been staying by his side, it is a high-powered pistol made of gold shell, but this gold shell looks just a decoration, not practical, sometimes it will affect the performance of the gun. But it looks very stylish.

Zhen Fan has seen this kind of pistol, or in an American gangster movie, the extravagant decorations of those gangsters. It seems that I have seen it on those warlords in Africa, but it is all presented in the movie, Zhen Fan has not seen such a pistol in real life, so he can't help but look at it twice.

With a stunned wake up, Akadulla? The emir's movements reminded everyone here, and they grabbed the guns in their hands and aimed them at Zhen Fan, including automatic rifles, pistols, and various miscellaneous weapons. Only Plath has no weapons, because in the absence of getting Akadulla? Before the emir confirms. He won't have a weapon. This is also Akadulla? The place of the emir's cautious care.

"Very good pistol." As soon as Zhen Fan beckoned, he took the pistol in Akadulla out of thin air? The hands of the emir disappeared. And Zhen Fan had already lowered his head and began to fiddle with the pistol in his hand, and then couldn't help but smile, he really thought that it was all made of gold, and he thought that there were such fools in this world, but they were just wrapped in a layer of gold leaf.

Zhen Fan's hand shocked everyone again, and they forgot what to do. Know Akadulla? The emir said: "Shoot, shoot, shoot this bastard!" These talents all shot at Zhen Fan together, and they seemed to have forgotten. Zhen Fan was able to enter here without realizing it, and the people in the room outside didn't seem to have a good end.

Plath felt that the breath of his body was about to be frozen, and when he was stared at by that person just now, a cold air rushed through his body, as if he was going to freeze every part of his body. He felt a little stiff in his body, so he quietly stepped back, he had a feeling that these people would definitely not be able to kill that person.

He was right. When the bullet came, Zhen Fan suddenly stretched out his hand. All the bullets seemed to be gone, and by the time they had emptied their magazines. Just as he was about to change the bullet, Zhen Fan suddenly released his palm, and suddenly there was the sound of some metal falling on the ground in the basement.

The bullets all fell from Zhen Fan's palm. The sound of the metal hitting the ground was like a hammer hitting the hearts of these people, and their hearts followed the sound. It was beating violently, and one of them finally couldn't take it anymore. He sat down on the ground and rolled over again. He fell on his knees and said the words: "Allah Allah, forgive me for my sins...... I swear that I will serve you, even if I see you in heaven, I will be your servant, and that will never change......" His babbling voice affected the others, and some began to throw down their weapons.

"Die." Akadulla? Emir held back the beating of his heart, he snatched the rifle from the man's hand, replaced it with a magazine, aimed it at the man, and immediately killed him on the ground, shouting, "To hell, you still want to see Allah, are you crazy?" He's the devil, shoot, shoot him. As if he was crazy, he shot at Zhen Fan, and soon his magazine was empty. The crashing sound of an empty gun being fired.

Zhen Fan smiled at him, which made his mind suddenly a little unconscious, and he changed the magazine again, but this time it was not aimed at Zhen Fan, but at his subordinates. Those people never dreamed of Akadulla? The emir would suddenly open fire on them, and in a flash of suffice, he would shoot them all to death.

After shooting out of the magazine again, Akadulla came to his senses, saw the corpses all over the ground, and glared at Zhen Fan in fear, as if he had seen a ghost, and kept swinging all over. He would not believe that he would do such a thing, and he could not figure out why this person had such demonic powers.

"Kill him!" Zhen Fan pointed to Akadulla's golden pistol and no longer paid attention to Akadulla? Emir, but said to Plath, who was hiding in the corner, and in front of Plath there was a man upside down, that Enis, this unlucky bastard, in Akadulla? When Emir shot frantically, he was pulled in front of him by Plath, blocking the bullet, so that those who were already dead could not die anymore, and at this time, only Plath survived at gunpoint.

"After you kill him, will you let me go?" Plath intervened, feeling his throat a little dry, as if he had been frozen.

"Absolutely!" Zhen Fan said without hesitation, "Kill him, and you can leave here." ”

Plath slowly stretched out his hand and took the pistol handed over by Zhen Fan. Then he looked at the bullets inside, and slowly lifted the gun, and he felt that his arm was heavy, as if the gun was heavy. Aimed at Akadulla? Emir.

"No, no, no, you can't kill me, you're my subordinate, you're the most powerful person in this organization besides me, how can you kill me? You ......"

"Bang" a gunshot, Akadulla? The emir's voice seemed to have been cut off by something, and a bullet had been shot through his forehead, and then through the back of his head, and a large hole was blown in the back of his head, and blood and brains burst out, and the whole person fell straight down, making a muffled "bang".

Still dropping the pistol, Plath looked at Zhen Fan: "I did it, does what you say count?" ”

"Of course it counts, I'm leaving, you can do it yourself!" Zhen Fan shook his head, and suddenly the whole person disappeared, as if he had never appeared here. If it weren't for the bloody smell and corpses all over the room, Plath couldn't believe that he had just become the number two person in this organization.

Plath never doubted that this man would be able to kill himself lightly. Like killing those militants, for the first time, he had a sense of powerlessness that his fate was not in his hands, and that he was being manipulated and unable to do so. He still had the golden pistol in his hand, so he pinned the golden pistol to his waist, picked up the AK rifle from the ground, checked the magazines, and found several magazines from the corpses, and then he tidied up his clothes with confidence, and even carried a backpack, which contained some food and water collected from here.

He's got to get out of here, he's got to get out of here, get out of here, get away. He can also judge that this person will not have much to do with the US government, and he may be a person from beginning to end, but when it comes to a person of his ability, does he still need the government to cooperate with him? The answer is definitely no.

Plath had also vaguely heard rumors about those super soldiers in the United States. Now it seems that not only the United States has it, but other countries are afraid that they also have it. Thinking of this, his mood to leave became more and more urgent. Although he felt that the blood in his body was flowing very slowly, his whole body was a little sluggish.

Slowly crawling out of the basement, he felt the silence outside, which seemed to be deathly. But I didn't want to stay for a moment, so I moved directly in one direction, moving slowly, dragging my legs alternately. He was a man of perseverance, dragging his legs as he walked to the innermost places, which were places that had nothing to do with management, with a large population, but they were all slums, slums, and no militants cared about there, no money, no material, only the old, weak, sick and disabled who could drag them down.

And now what Plath has to do is to leave the territory of the militants as much as possible, and of course from the territory of the American army, so that he can survive safely. But he also knows that those people in the slums can dare to do anything, whether they are old, weak, sick or disabled, as long as you have food and drink, then you will be targeted.

Plath had a gun, so he had the guts to come this way. There are no militants in the slums here, so his gun is his biggest reliance. By daybreak, he was already standing in the slums, where sewage flowed and smelled pungent.

Early in the morning, the people here came out of those shabby houses, and one by one looked at this alien who had broken into this place with a somewhat dull face. Their faces were haggard, emaciated, and their faces were black, and in some places they were yellow, as if they were malnourished.

A lot of people were staring at Plath, watching him drag here step by step. Their eyes slowly began to glow from the backpack behind Plath. But no one dared to step forward, because Plath had an AK submachine gun in his hand, which was where the Megatrons were located.

But you can still see the ** in these eyes who are eager to try. And there were more and more onlookers, and they surrounded Plath, only to make way when Plath passed by. Plath suddenly regretted it, if he was entangled by these people, he would probably be eaten alive by these people. (To be continued......)