The group of members of the Delta Special Forces were suppressed by the two of them and did not dare to come out again, and the militants in the tribal areas who poured up in all directions had begun to tighten the encirclement, and the two groups of members of the Delta Special Forces were in danger of being wiped out at any time.

At this time, Martin of jAsc looked at the militants rushing up the hillside, his thin face was cold, a blue glint flashed in his eyes, and then he shrugged his shoulders, his eyes closed slightly, and began to concentrate his mental strength, rubbing his hands together quickly, and standing up behind the cover.

Many of the militants who poured up the hill had already spotted Martin by this time, and they could not have imagined that anyone in the American army would be so desperate.

After all, Martin, who was wearing a black casual suit, stood there very conspicuously, it was simply a living target, and the group of militants who rushed to the front were all holding RPG rocket launchers, so they naturally wouldn't be polite to him at the moment, and for a while, more than a dozen rockets dragged the burning fireworks and flew towards Martin with a roar.

The Delta Special Forces members hiding in the bunker looked out and shouted, "Oh my God! Are you crazy with fear! Why don't you shrink back quickly! We don't want to have your blown intestines on our heads!"

Martin smiled coldly, ignoring the shouts of the Delta Special Forces members, he suddenly put on a pair of silver-gray strange gloves on his hands, and then he spread his feet and made a preparatory gesture to start against the dozen or so rockets that were whizzing.

The Delta Special Forces turned their heads, not wanting to see the bloody scene, and he mourned in silence for Martin's madness: "Oh God, put an end to his suffering, and bring this stupid skinny man to you! This guy has been scared stupid, Amen!"

At this time, a strange scene appeared, the dozen or so rockets flying towards Martin were still a few meters away from his body, and suddenly all of them deviated from the trajectory and flew over the other side, and Martin was unharmed, and a light blue arc of electric light gradually appeared around his body, and his eyes also flashed with a burst of blue sparks!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Circles of dazzling blue light began to emerge from Martin's body, as if shrouded in a strange protective layer glowing with blue light waves, and many rockets and bullets swept towards his body, but when he approached the strange blue light waves, it seemed to be forcibly bounced away by some mysterious force, as if drawing an arc, and refracted towards the surroundings.

"Roar!

Martin suddenly roared to the sky, slammed his feet to the ground, and his thin body whistled like a black disarmed cannonball, shooting at the militants with AK47 rifles and shoulder-mounted RPGs.

In the blink of an eye, Martin was in front of a militant who rushed to the front, the young militant's eyes were wide with fright, his hands were clasped wildly, and the RPG rocket on his shoulder whistled into the sky.

Martin had a strange smile on his thin face, his palms were open, and his palms were filled with a circle of blue electric light, and he also made a "Boom!" sound.

The young militant threw the RPG off his shoulder in fright, turned around and ran with a strange scream, and kept yelling in actinium and sub-Chinese as he ran: "Oh my God! It's the devil! The devil who can send lightning is coming..."

"Boom!"

The young militant didn't run far, Martin raised his hand and waved, and a whistling blue lightning struck him behind him, and the huge force immediately lifted him into the air, and he tossed a few times before falling to the ground!

By the time he landed on the ground, the whole person had been turned beyond recognition, almost a piece of charcoal, and the wreckage still smelled of burning.

The rest of the militants who poured up the hillside were stunned by this terrible scene, but fortunately they were not completely out of formation, and one of them, a bearded man with a turban, apparently an armed leader of a tribal district, immediately ordered his subordinates in actinium: "Everyone immediately concentrate your fire and destroy the devil who can generate electricity!"

With that, the AK47 in his hand immediately spewed a tongue of fire at Martin, and with his order, the militants who poured up the hillside opened fire on Martin en masse.

Martin's lanky frame was shrouded in a circle of blue lightning, and rockets and bullets were deflected off the trajectory by the current plane around him, and he pushed the potential of his abilities to the limit...

Then, with a low roar, his body flashing with a stream of blue lightning, rushed forward at an extremely fast speed.

"Whoosh!

Martin was so fast that he rushed into the crowd of militants, waving his hands in quick succession.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A blue light blasted into the bodies of those militants, and in the blink of an eye, the more than thirty tribal district warriors around Martin had turned into a scorched black and smoking corpse, and even the blood sprayed on the corpse had turned into a jet-black boiling color.

The scene was so brutal and terrifying that the militants from the tribal areas who poured up the hillside immediately became chaotic, because Martin's killing speed was so fast, it took less than two minutes to slaughter dozens of people!

The pressure of the members of the encircled Delta Force suddenly dropped, and they were stunned to look at Martin, who was killing like a monster, with crosses on their chests one by one, and muttered a prayer: "Oh! I would like to swear to God that everything I see is true!"

Immediately, the fighters of the Delta Force acted quickly, immediately occupied the favorable terrain, and carried out an intensive counteroffensive in the back with Martin, who was killing in a big way, and with their cooperative operations, the strength of the Delta Special Forces was finally revealed.

More than 20 team members all have superb marksmanship, MP5, M16 and M4A1 in their hands continue to spew out tongues of fire, and the militants in the tribal area who were chased by Martin in the distance and fled everywhere also fell to the ground like autumn wind sweeping leaves, and the decline on the battlefield has been quickly reversed.

Martin was already red-eyed at this time, his body was prone to a cloud of whistling blue lightning, frantically chasing the fleeing tribal militants on the hillside, once he caught up with the militants, he could not avoid being scorched into a black corpse by the terrifying thunderbolt.

The militants in this sub-district who originally had the advantage of numbers and geographical advantages were killed by him, and nearly 300 people were slaughtered by him in less than 10 minutes!