"Poof!"

Mawson stabbed to the end, severing the muscles and tendons in his shoulder, completely destroying Rex's two arms, Rex went berserk, and bounced off the ground with a force in his waist and abdomen.

Mawson's hands were deep in his shoulders, and he stirred slightly, and Rex fell to his knees in pain.

"Don't move, the more you move, the more it hurts!"

"Ho...... Ho"

Rex gasped for air, his body shaking violently, the sensation of being poked into the wound and stirring repeatedly exceeded all the pain he had ever experienced.

He now regrets very much why he didn't use nanoworms to block his cerebral cortex and inhibit pain induction, so that he would not have to bear this heart-rending pain.

However, how to deal with Rex next, but it made Mawson difficult to kill, and he must not be killed, and he is expected to complete the task.

But if you ignore it, who knows what other black technology this guy has, whether he will suddenly inject a mess and turn the tables for himself.

"Turn your mask on."

"I was badly injured in the previous explosion and had to rely on a mask to survive." Rex gasped and said in fits and starts.

Mawson didn't speak, just turned his palm slightly.

"Ah...... It hurts! Stop, stop! Rex screamed, not seeing any movement from him, and with a metallic thud, the metal mask on his head slowly opened, revealing the lead-gray head underneath.

The mask was cleverly designed, divided into several sections, with the breathing equipment alone and the nanoreagents he had injected stored elsewhere inside the mask.

Mawson took off the mask, leaving him with only a breathing apparatus, without which at least Rex would have no hope of turning the tables around.

"It's a pity that it's not the ontology that came, otherwise I'd have to study Rex's nanotechnology anyway to see if I can safely improve my current strength." Mawson still felt a little pity.

"I just don't know if there will be a chance to come to this world again in the future." Although the overall technological level of this world is not very developed, Rex's nanotechnology is simply like a bug, and if you can study it in depth, it will definitely help you improve your own strength.

Mawson remembers reading in the employee handbook that a courier who reaches a certain level can return to the world he has experienced at some cost.

But looking at his poor apprenticeship level, all this is still too far away from him, and the top priority is to carry out the task honestly.

He made a phone call, and after a long time, a plane stopped on top of the hill and a white shadow floated down from the plane.

None other than the White Ghost.

"You found him?" Mawson asked with a smile.

The gloom between the white ghost's brows dissipated, and he nodded, "From now on, he'll never get a chance to whistle his damn again!" ”

With the skills of the White Ghost, if you want to get close to the President of the United States, it is very difficult, but if the President of the United States wants to get close to the White Ghost, it is very simple.

It is difficult for Zatan not to be fooled, his strength lies in disguise, tearing off this layer of disguise, in the face of the white ghost, he has no chance of winning.

However, what makes Mawson feel strange is that after Zatan's death, it stands to reason that the plot of the second part of the Special Forces movie has been completely disrupted by him.

The White Ghost mutinied, and when he sent the Cobra commander to prison and lost the key person, the plot of the second part could no longer continue, and such a major change had occurred, but why hadn't he been rewarded for the plot change yet?

He tried to initiate an inquiry on his personal terminal, but his inquiry was like a sea of stones, and he did not receive a reply for a long time.

In fact, if he is forced to do so, Mawson is not willing to change the direction of the plot easily, he has already experienced the terrible power of the butterfly effect.

Just a small impact will make the plot go in an unknown direction, not to mention that this big change may even affect the direction of the whole world.

At that time, he came here again to carry out the mission, and without foresight, the difficulty did not know how many times it would be multiplied.

Of course, he will not look forward for this reason, after all, completing the task is the primary goal, and only after surviving this time can he be qualified to think about the future.

He is just very rational in the face of plot changes, neither timid nor unscrupulous.

"Let's go, get out of here first." "There's a secret base on the island, find a time to empty this place." ”

The White Ghost nodded, and he took Anna with him and left with Mawson.

Paris.

The entire city of Paris is still reeling from the aftermath of the terrorist attacks, business on the streets is much sluggish, and there is a mix of demonstrators, volunteers from various governments, and workers who are rebuilding Paris.

"It has been reported that with the support of various governments, we have captured the mastermind behind the attacks in Paris, The Macallan of MARS Industries, and his trial is underway......"

Louis Bar.

Scarlett sat bored at the bar, drinking the wine in her glass, her eyes were out of focus, and she looked at the table in front of her in a daze.

captured McCarron, captured the entire Arctic base, and the special forces won a complete victory, at this time it was the stage of sweeping in full swing, but Scarlett felt very depressed, and deliberately asked for leave and ran out.

"Mawson, where the hell has he gone?" She spat out a mouthful of wine in her eyes, and the more she explored, the more she could feel the mystery of Mawson's body, and in a short period of time, she was a little unable to extricate herself.

"Beauty, I don't know if I have this honor, I can invite you to have a drink." A flirtatious voice came from her ear, and Scarlett was so upset that she didn't even raise her head, and snorted lowly.

"Get out!"

"Well, since you don't want to drink, I'll take you to see the sights of Paris?" The voice said unrelentingly.

"Hey, man, Paris has been destroyed like this, where else is there any scenery to speak of? Who taught you such an old-fashioned way of picking up a person? "Business in the bar is poor, the bartender interjects with his glass.

The red-haired beauty in front of her is indeed very sultry, with fair skin and delicate features, and some small freckles on her cheeks not only do not destroy her beauty, but add some girlish naughtiness.

Since she entered the house, the harassment and accosting have hardly stopped, and everyone can tell that this beauty is in a bad mood, and the men present are naturally courteous, hoping to give her some comfort in some way.

Well...... The physical aspect.

The bartender was shocked by the scene where the unattainable red-haired beauty in his eyes turned her head, her eyes rolling, and the corners of her mouth showed a smile that could melt steel.

"Let's go, don't let down this beautiful night......"