"Yes, I believe in their abilities, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be close to them."

Bourgill nodded and replied, "Whether it's the dead tyrant, the Black Mamba, the Red Bird, or the only remaining blood raven, for me, it's just four of my subordinates, four of my capable subordinates. They die, and I can find someone who can replace them. Because the resources in their hands, after all, are still mine! ”

As he spoke, Bougier looked at Boozer, who was standing aside. Boozer is one of the "substitutes", and if one day, Boozer dies, there will be a new person to take his place.

As Bougier said, all the resources in the hands of the seemingly incomparably beautiful "Four King Kongs" were given by Boogier. Even if the "Four King Kongs" are all dead, he can cultivate new "Four King Kongs", and all Bougier has to pay is some time.

"Why?"

Boogier looked at Catherine standing in front of him, his eyes were as cold as 10,000 years of ice, and under that coldness, there was a faint disappointment.

Catherine took off the M4A1 automatic rifle hanging from herself, which was still on the ground, then pulled out the pistol in the leg holster, exited the magazine, pulled the sleeve to remove the bullet from the chamber, and disassembled the pistol, still on the ground. Catherine knew very well that it was absolutely impossible for her to leave this parking lot alive today, and anyone who betrayed Bougier would have only one end - death!

"Why?" Boogier asked Catherine again.

"He saved me."

Catherine's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of memory, and she said: "If he hadn't rescued me back then, I would now be a prostitute in a brothel in Europe who can go to a brothel as long as she is willing to spend money." ”

"If it weren't for me, you'd still be a prostitute in the red-light district who sells your flesh!" Boogier stared at Catherine and said coldly.

"That's right, without you, there would definitely be no current world supermodel Catherine." Catherine nodded in agreement and said, "So, although I told him about your whereabouts, I will definitely protect your safety, and I haven't revealed anything about your identity." ”

"He used to help me, so I couldn't refuse his request; You also helped me once, so I didn't betray your secret. Moreover, Moscow, where you planned a nuclear attack, is my mother's hometown, and I cannot watch it destroyed. ”

Boogier lifted the M1911 in his hand and aimed it at Catherine.

"Let's do it." With a hint of an indifferent smile on the corner of her mouth, Catherine looked at Bougier and said, "You will not allow a person who betrays you to live, even if she is a woman and has even slept with you." ”

Phew! Phew!

Two gunshots echoed through the empty parking lot, and two blood flowers bloomed from Catherine's chest.

Catherine's hair was coiled at the back of her head and her blonde hair reflected a golden sheen in the sunlight that spilled into the parking lot.

Catherine's body fell to the ground, a light dust rose around her body, and the blood gushing from the bullet holes in her chest quickly stained her camouflage uniform red. With a smile on her face, Catherine slowly closed her eyes.

The world's supermodel, a collection of countless flashes and focal points, with an angelic face and a devil figure, was praised by countless media as "God's favorite" Catherine, in an abandoned parking lot in Syria, died of incense!

Boogier returned the silver M1911 pistol to the Angel of Power and walked towards the van parked next to it.

Boozer, who was following him, said to Bourgil, "I thought you would have done the same thing with that woman and throw her into the cheapest and dirtiest brothel in the world." ”

During the period when Boogier was imprisoned at the NATO military base in Lucitania and lost his freedom, the CIA, in order to get his resources from Bougier as soon as possible, tried his best to arrange female agents who were both in shape and appearance to Boogier.

However, not only did the female agent not get what the CIA wanted from Boogier, but she was disposed of by Boogier even before the CIA could arrange for her to retreat - thrown into one of the dirtiest and cheapest brothels in South America.

"My woman can only be mine!"

Bourgir stopped, looked at Boozer beside him, and said in a somewhat unkind tone: "Even if she betrays me, she is still my woman!" ”

The angel of power who stood aside looked at the tiredness that flashed in Boojil's eyes, and sighed secretly in his heart, Bougier has never really been moved by a woman, if there is, it is Catherine lying there, however, it is estimated that since this incident, Boogier will never be tempted by any woman, even if he sleeps with a woman, it is just to meet his physical needs.

"What is she going to do?" Angel Quan asked Boogier.

"Leave her to me."

Just as Boogier was about to speak, an old voice came from the other end of the parking lot, followed by a staggering figure that appeared in everyone's eyes.

Seeing the figure, the angel immediately became nervous, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and he stared closely at the rickety old figure.

"Cobra!!"

Angel Quan raised his SSG3000 sniper rifle with lightning and shot a bullet at Jiang Qiu.

But as soon as the Angel of Power pulled the trigger, Jiang Qiu's body, which seemed to be blown by the wind, suddenly shook and disappeared from the spot strangely, and when it appeared the next moment, it was already at the position of the right hand side of the Angel of Power.

In Jiang Qiu's slightly cloudy eyes, a fine light flashed, and that essence light was like a sharp sword piercing the chest of the angel of power, causing the angel to breathe.

Jiang Qiu looked at the right angel and said, "You are good at sniping, and you are a left-handed, completely left-handed, if I attack from the right side, what chance do you think you have to resist?" Although my body is in tatters and can't withstand the high-intensity offensive action, I really want your life, are you sure you can save it? ”

Looking at Jiang Qiu, who was less than ten meters away from him, Angel Quan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at this "old man" who looked like he was in his last years.

Cobra, Jiang Qiu!

He is an incomparable existence to Jiang Wei, if he fights with his attitude of killing himself even if he dies, and launches a fatal blow to himself, the right angel has no absolute certainty to resist. Jiang Qiu's strength lies in his strange offensive and defensive pace, just like just now, before he could see it clearly, he had already made evasive moves to avoid his bullets.