It seems that in order to make these six people clearly understand their meaning, the other party used Chinese.

The name "Froude Sartan Diggs" was a little unfamiliar to Su Zhaoxin, but he could not mistake the meaning of the following sentence. At this moment, he realized that it was obviously not an accident that he had bumped into the same unusual group of aliens as before—where there were elites, there would also be a mini-boss.

The long training allowed him to react in an instant. He subconsciously bent his knees, held his gun, and bent down while trying to issue orders to the other five men. He didn't know what the power of the First Saint was, but he knew that it must be psionic power.

In addition to the king and the four knights, the strongest combat power of the Gate of Truth is the Twelve Saints. Over the course of several years, he had heard that some of his colleagues had exterminated seven Saints, but had paid a heavy price in the process. It may not be easy to say which of the Ninth Saints and the Tenth Saints is stronger or weaker, but the top few must be tricky and ruthless characters.

It is said that when the Second Saint of the Gate of Truth was eliminated, those colleagues in the south paid the price of five dead and one wounded - all five A-class capable people died, and the remaining one injured person is still lying in bed.

At present, his team is also six people, although it is not six A-levels, but it is equipped with a powerful individual exoskeleton system. It was obviously not an accident to bump into this First Saint at such a time, perhaps the other party had been waiting for him here for a long time.

So he planned to use the mobility and endurance of these men to temporarily pin down the enemy - it would be nice to be able to destroy him here, but even if all six of them died. At the very least, he could delay for a while after sending a warning message to his allies - to delay the arrival of his comrades.

In a moment, the thoughts flew in Su Zhaoxin's mind, and it didn't take more than a second from the time he made up his mind to make up his mind and blurt out the first word.

What he said was: "Entangle him." ”

But at this moment, the man behind the table stood up with his hands propped up.

He wore a gray trench coat with a shirt and tie underneath it — as if it were not a battlefield, not a decadent city, but a neat and orderly office.

Then the young man smiled and shrugged, "Can't we just sit down and talk?" ”

Su Zhaoxin's fingers had already hooked the trigger of the assault rifle, and as long as he used more force, he would shoot a point shot. However, when he heard this, he suddenly felt that the other party's voice was very good.

Foreigners always speak Chinese with some accents, and this one is no exception. But his accent makes his words more relaxed and playful. It's as if an old friend you haven't seen for years is standing in front of you. On one side of you is a street full of pedestrians and traffic, and on the other side is a teahouse.

And with the afternoon sun on his shoulder, he smiles and stretches out a hand to you, saying, "Can't we just sit down and talk?" ”

Su Zhaoxin hesitated for a moment.

He froze where he was. Exhale a white breath from your mouth. Blinked suspiciously.

Froude then said, "You don't need to work so hard. You know the way. Whether it is yellow, white, or black, they are all human beings. Even humans, species, and animals are all creatures on this planet. How lonely the universe is. Why do we have to draw our guns for the sake of the current dispute? Now, the most important thing is to be happy. What about this happening now, no one wants to - are you tired after such a long journey? Why don't I make you a few cups of coffee? ”

Su Zhaoxin blinked again.

He felt that something was wrong - the other party's attitude was indeed friendly.

This friendly and concerned tone made him feel a little guilty—knowing that his gun was still pointed at the other party. He felt that if he was pointed at like this by a person, he would definitely not be able to say such a thing.

This thought made him feel a little hot on his face, so he looked at the other five comrades.

Their eyes met and they read the same thing from each other's eyes.

So after hesitating for two seconds, Su Zhaoxin put down the gun in a daze.

He tried to carry the rifle behind his back, but he felt it was too bad to hang it over his shoulder, so he simply threw it away.

The gun collided with the icy ground with six crunch sounds.

Froude laughed kindly and sat back in his chair: "You see, it's better to do this—come and sit." ”

A minute later, the executive officers of the six assault units were seated at the mahogany table.

Froude stared at them for a moment and sighed, "To be honest, I understand you. It is very difficult to travel thousands of miles to fight in such a cold and freezing place, and if you are not careful, your life will be in danger. If I were your commander, I wouldn't have made such a decision - you're not alone, and if you die, what will happen to your family? ”

Su Zhaoxin felt a warmth flowing from the top of his head to the soles of his feet—what a good person.

No one had ever said such a thing to themselves before.

He sighed inwardly and rubbed his hands: if this man were his commander...... If you can follow him......

Froude smiled again: "Actually, you can't win this battle - you must know that this is our base, and we are fighting at home." ”

This time, Su Zhaoxin heard the sound of inhalation—along with his own, approving and surprised inhalation.

The other party is too smart! He could have even expected such a thing!

So Froude stood up, and his body trembled slightly: "How is this?" From now on, you'll all follow me—let's break into a new world together? ”

At this moment, Su Zhaoxin felt that his eyes were a little moist. At first glance at Froude, he thought that the young man was a little thin and weak. But now he was standing behind the table, the faint light in the room reflecting his body, and he was looking up at him.

This made him feel that the other party's body was as strong as a tiger, and the movement of that body shook slightly-

That's the air of kings!

The domineering spirit of the king!!

He could no longer hide his excitement. Like the others, he stood up from his chair, clenched his fists, and said in a choked voice: "Don't worry, from now on we will be yours—we will swear never to betray!" ”

Froude let out a sigh of relief, strode across the table and walked in front of Su Zhaoxin, clasped his hand tightly, and his eyes were full of tears: "Brother! ”

"Big brother!" Su Zhaoxin shed tears of excitement.

The other five were already in tears and clapped rhythmically.

A minute later, Froude smiled as Su Zhaoxin made contact with another group of commandos through the communicator.

The six had completely surrendered, and were dead set on it—at least for now.

And Su Zhaoxin was trying to convince another group of six people to come here. He realized that it was not wise to fight in such a city—who could beat the thunderous blow of the one behind him?

But those people are in any case their former colleagues. He couldn't watch them die. Thus after receiving an affirmative answer from that one. He got into action.

White lies. If a white lie can save six lives, then it's an act of kindness. Therefore, he informed the other party that something was wrong with his team - there were nearly twenty mutated xenos guarding a secret room, and the firepower in his hands was not enough to completely wipe them out, and another six reinforcements would be the best option.

Right now, in the city of Murmansk, there are countless combat orders in the form of electromagnetic waves. And this inconspicuous piece of information is drowned in it.

The other party was not suspicious. Because both Su Zhaoxin's wording and tone show that he is sober at the moment. Strong-willed. What's more, the situation he said was indeed common in urban warfare. And the other party has just completed the task of clearing his neighborhood, and his fighting spirit is strong.

So five minutes later, another team of six burst into the building.

After cautiously entering the office, they saw Su Zhaoxin's team of six surrounding Froude. He was watching himself with a rather enthusiastic gaze.

The appearance of a plainclothes man on the battlefield alerted the squad leader, but what puzzled him was that Su Zhaoxin's group didn't seem to think that one was the enemy. Confusion made them hesitate for a few seconds, and they did not raise their guns to shoot at the first time.

So Froude smiled and strode up to the six members of the squad, and the tiger's body shook again—

"Brothers, hard work."

This time it took him three minutes and he said ten sentences. Three minutes later, he was surrounded by six more loyal "brothers" who had sworn "never to betray."

Froude suggested that each of the twelve men remove something from their bodies—a tactical helmet, or a tactical glove, or a pair of military boots, or a piece of a man's exoskeleton. He equipped himself with those bits and pieces, and became the thirteenth "executive officer" to carry out assault missions.

Sixteen minutes later, the "brothers" around him became twenty-four. This time, he only used five sentences to get the people to bow down.

There were sixteen assault groups scattered in the city, totaling ninety-six people. At present, four teams of people have become his most loyal subordinates. This meant that a quarter of the troops were pinned down by the enemy in such a building, and the situation here finally caught the attention of the commander.

Dai Bingcheng cut into the battlefield communication channel. He was told that the enemy seemed to be using a pumping tactic - the number of enemies increased every time we came in for reinforcements. In order to avoid unnecessary consumption and save time, the captains of the four teams agreed that they should gather superior forces to end the embarrassing situation here as soon as possible.

The opinion of the front-line commander is undoubtedly the most valuable. Therefore, Dai Bingcheng nodded.

The street on which the building is located is called Qingnian Road. Ten minutes later, the remaining twelve squads arrived and assembled.

It was 11:35 a.m.

Seventy-two former special affairs office executives surrounded the entrance to the building, and other exits on all sides were tightly sealed. Reinforcements learned about the "battle situation" inside the building through walkie-talkies—the four teams that had arrived earlier indicated that they would evacuate temporarily and then join the rest of the group in the attack.

As strange as this tactic sounded, the reinforcements agreed, considering that there might be special circumstances that they didn't know about for the time being.

So a few minutes later. They saw the twenty-four men come out unharmed. The twenty-odd people were not counted at a glance, so before Froude could speak, no one noticed that there was actually a Xibei in the midst of his colleagues.

Froude Saltan Diggs, followed by Su Zhaoxin.

As he walked to the middle of the street, to the middle of the ninety or so people, he took a deep breath and smiled heartily.

From six to twelve, to twenty-four, his influence has been gradually increasing. And right now, he was standing in the middle of more than 90 people. This means that he finally doesn't have to be as cautious as before. And it can be in the realm of psionic energy that is once again enhanced. He didn't have any qualms about playing his favorite game.

He ripped off his tactical helmet, exposing his face to the icy air, and laughed, "Y-did you all see me?" ”

Suddenly such a shout sounded in the empty street, and almost everyone's attention was drawn.

What they saw was a white face — and there were certainly white people among these executives. However, they knew each other well. So this indicates. This is a stranger.

Now the stranger had his arms outstretched and his head held high. Standing upright in the cold wind, soaking up the sun, it looked as if it were—

People looked at each other.

I don't know if it's an illusion, they feel that they feel some kind of powerful aura—some kind of wild and uninhibited, uninhibited aura that makes people can't help but admire and worship.

They felt that this person was standing on the street like this. Looks like ......

A peerless hero with the spirit of a king and a rage!

There was an eerie silence in the streets. And Froude turned like an actor and shouted again: "You see me—you feel my strength—do you want to be like me, to be stronger?!" ”

As if in response to his words, the cold wind that pierced the cracks in the buildings suddenly became fierce, and the whole street began to whine.

Su Zhaoxin felt that he wanted to cry again - but he said to himself that it was a man's tear, and it was no big deal.

And those who saw Froude for the first time subconsciously took a deep breath. They felt that something was wrong - that this person should not be here, and that he should not have said these things.

But...... Where should he be? What to say? And what should I do?

At the moment, this seems to be a rather complex and elusive problem.

In the midst of such a chaotic and contradictory emotion, someone finally frowned and asked tentatively-

“…… But why do we want to be stronger? ”

Froude's gaze suddenly fixed on the man. He grinned, as if he had thought of something funny, and asked rhetorically, "Not strong...... How do you kill people and take treasures? ”

The man was stunned, his gaze bewildered.

Froude shrugged: "Or, rather, not strong...... Once someone offends you, how do you kill his whole family? ”

The man was still frowning.

Froude walked over and removed his helmet and goggles. What was revealed was a slightly old face—it seemed to be in his forties.

He sighed abruptly and muttered, "No wonder. ”

He patted the man on the shoulder and decided to say something else: "Well, it doesn't matter. You just need to know that it's a good thing to follow me - do you think I'm cool and cool? ”

The man finally nodded.

Froude laughed contentedly. However, just as he was about to say something more, a woman appeared on the roof of a three-story building on the other side of the street. And the other party seemed to have been there for a while, and as soon as he appeared, he shouted: "Froude, enough! How long will you have to play that brain-dead game? Dai Bingcheng has already rushed over! ”

But the sudden shout did not attract the attention of the executives, whose eyes were now focused on Froude. The latter was slightly stunned, and then put down his waving arm and replied in annoyance: "Don't be like this, Vivian, do you know that you don't find so many A-rank people every day - now surrounded by them, I feel like I'm already the king of the world!" ”

Vivien jumped down—as if a gentle wind was lifting her to the ground, without even making a sound.

She strode up to Froude, stared him in the eye, and said word by word, "That one, dead!" ”

Froude blinked and laughed, "You're kidding me too—"

"It's true." Vivien's face was cold and she looked into Froude's eyes, "Now the elders want you to do something else—you need to leave here right away with our little princess!" ”

The smile slowly faded from Froude's face, and he frowned: "You mean it really? How is this possible? How could he die so quickly? He's—"

At this time, Dai Bingcheng's voice came from the communicator in his ear: "What is the situation over there?!" ”

The communicator had been on all along—in fact, Froude didn't mind letting the other side know about his masterpiece in the current situation.

Vivien, however, looked at him in silence, and made him realize with her gaze that everything she had said had become a cold truth.

Froude gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped up in anger, and shouted, "Fu (k-you!)"

Then he ripped off the communicator in his ear.

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You don't mind if I write too many of my own scenes, do you? I've been waiting for this scene for a long time! Ha Lu Ha.

Don't worry, the main character's drama has just begun.

Damn, I can't die! (To be continued......)