Chapter 152: The Wrath of a Registered War Martial Master (Today's Seventh Update!First Update!)

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Lion Emperor Lanmo, a blue-haired windless automatic.

The female secretary on the side was silent, and asked timidly, "Boss, you are angry." ”

Lan Mo's eyes were cold.

Degassing?

How to degassate?

A registered warrior was not killed by the enemy on the island of Nebreda, but by an arrogant, ignorant Korean, brutally murdered.

Is it really useless to be a warrior?

"Miss, contact Limei Northern Airlines, within an hour, prepare a plane, I want to go to Weihai City, Huaguo as soon as possible. ”

The female secretary's eyes moved, and she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Okay, but ...... Weihai, Huaguo, it seems that there is no airport?"

"Go ahead, arrange the route, and get me another parachute!"

"Yes. ”

The female secretary whispered yes and turned to walk out of the office.

The corners of Lion Emperor Lanmo's eyes narrowed:

"I, Lion Emperor Lanmo, why don't I want to fight!"

Western European continent.

De Zhiguo, a professional-level peak martial artist, Shearer.

The gray-haired Shearer flicked his fingers and posted on the Registered War Warrior app:

[Dezhiguo, professional-level registered war martial artist assembly order!]

Three hours later.

Night falls on the land.

Australia Capital Airport.

The twelve professional-level registered warriors glanced at each other and stepped into the plane!

Roaring.

Special plane take-off!

Direction: Weihai City, Huaguo!

South America, Pana, Brazil City.

A luxury plane takes off from the airport.

Inside the aircraft.

A black man said in a deep voice:

"Dimon was a Christian...... I used to talk to him...... I didn't expect that he would die at the hands of Koreans. ”

Another black man said coldly: "Death of Dimon must be washed away with blood." ”

Inside the plane, the atmosphere was silent.

The first-level, invincible powerhouse, the money giant crocodile and Morgan Lai, took a deep puff of his cigar and asked loudly, "Captain, how long will it take to arrive in Huaguo?"

"At least ten hours. ”

Morgan Rei nodded: "As soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

In the cabin, Morgan Lai got up from his seat and glanced inside:

"No matter how many Koreans die, it's not a pity to die. Our black brother, Damon, he alone is worth tens of millions of Koreans!"

"Soft-hearted coward, kind angel, jump off the plane for Lao Tzu now!"

Huaguo Yunhai City.

Inside the luxury martial arts hall.

A pair of Master's eyes collided.

Master, Guo Yuanyun, apprentice, Tumeng.

The two of them are both professional-level beginners, and they are both registered war martial artists.

Thirty-year-old Tumon stared at fifty-year-old Guo Yuanyun and said angrily: "Master! Our comrade-in-arms Damon has died tragically in South Korea!"

Guo Yuanyun's eyes were cold: "What does it have to do with you?"

Thumun's chest twitched, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Guo Yuanyun continued to reprimand:

"It's none of your business, hang it high! You think you're a saint? What good is it for you to help?"

Tumon said angrily:

"Master, this is the business of all of our registered warriors!

A comrade-in-arms died, and he was killed for no reason! There are already official warriors of China who have reported the incident, isn't this enough?

I have to go!"

The corners of Guo Yuanyun's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the apprentices outside the door.

Tumun was also stunned, and turned his head to look at the junior brothers and sisters outside the crack in the door.

Guo Yuanyun took a sip of strong tea lightly, and tapped his fingers on the table:

"Tumon, you are my most proud apprentice, this incident, the teacher has already said, you can't go. Why are you going to South Korea? South Koreans are known for their unity, so if ordinary people stand in your way, how are you going to be?"

Tumon licked his lips, a bloody, resolute glint in his eyes.

Guo Yuanyun said again:

"Do you want to be an executioner? Besides, you are relieved to break into South Korea, but have you ever thought about the consequences? Violating the law by force, killing people at will, this kind of illegal and taboo thing ......

Tu Meng interrupted Master Guo Yuanyun's words and sneered: "In the face of the enemy, I can take the knife in my hand. What scruples do I have in the face of brutes who are not even as good as the enemy?"

Guo Yuanyun was stunned by the words, and his anger surged, and he slapped the table and shouted:

"What's wrong with the Koreans? Koreans are also human! You are so cold-blooded! Tumon! If you go out, don't recognize me as a master again!"

With his head down, Toomon walked to the door.

Pull back the door.

More than a dozen juniors and sisters outside the door stared at Tumon with a wince.

Tumon ...... He is the elder brother they admire and worship.

They don't understand why the elder brother ...... I quarreled with the master, and it seemed to be very serious.

Tumeng let out a breath and looked back at his master, Guo Yuanyun, with a complicated gaze.

"Master, let the apprentice be unfilial. As one of the registered warriors, I have to go. ”

"Because, I'm a registered warrior. ”

With that, Tumon strode out of the martial arts hall.

Guo Yuanyun had a gloomy face.

His three views are not able to approve of this operation at all.

With great fanfare, gather professional-level warriors, and go to South Korea......

What is this trying to do?

Provoke a war, start a killing?

Martial arts are used to strengthen the body and defend the country, not to kill at will and be lawless!

Headquarters of the National Samurai Association.

The two Permanent Vice-Presidents sit on the east and south sides of the table.

On the west side of the conference table, seven permanent senior managers of the association are seated.

The permanent vice president of the conference table on the east side, the white-haired old man, said in a deep voice:

"Regarding the document 'restricting the summoning order issued by the professional-level invincible martial artist and Fang Cheng', the contemptible people oppose it. ”

The black-haired old man on the south side had round eyes: "Old Mo, do you know the destructive power of professional-level martial artists, once they enter South Korea, it will be a human disaster!"

"I know. ”

South Korea is a country with a population of more than 40 million, and the strength of professional-level martial artists is fully developed, and there will be rivers of blood, and countless innocent people will be killed. ”

The white-haired old man shook his head: "If a registered war martial artist dies, someone must learn a lesson." ”

The black-haired old man snorted coldly and looked at the seven senior managers: "Vote, the majority obeys the minority." Once this decision is passed, we must immediately notify Fang Cheng to stop all offensive behavior and not to set foot on Korean soil!"

The seven senior managers glanced at each other.

"I voted no. ”

"No vote. ”

"Against. ”

"Seconded. ”

The old black-haired man froze.

Don't...... A brutal and inhumane war is about to wreak havoc on Korean soil?

The black-haired old man let out a long sigh and did not express his opinion again.

The decision has been overruled.

Even if he is the permanent vice president, he cannot act arbitrarily.

The white-haired old man smiled:

"Nine permanent vice presidents, five are on the island of Nebreda, we are two old bones, sitting in the headquarters, do you know where the other three have gone?"

The black-haired old man's eyes straightened, and he exclaimed, "They are also going to war?"

The white-haired old man smiled silently.

Because they are also registered war warriors.

Nibreda Island.

Northeast of the island of Nebreda, thirty kilometers away, on the deck of an aircraft carrier.

"Special mention of the top-secret document, which must be sent to the admirals immediately! Sergeant Dam, this document will be sent by you personally to the island of Nebreda!"

"Yes! General!"

A soldier in dark green military uniform, raised his hand in salute, and then jumped down.

Underneath the aircraft carrier, a speedboat is floating.

With a firm gaze, Dam steered the speedboat and quickly headed for the island of Nebreda.

After being delivered layer by layer, in just an hour, the special top-secret document was sent to the twelve national-level martial artists.

Admiral Limei and Jim, scratching their scalps, threw the cigar under their feet, and stepped on it: "What kind of document is this? ”

General Huaguo and Qingxu Daoist raised their eyebrows, and they were about to pick up the document.

"Wait. ”

Admiral Jim stopped.

Qingxu Daoist raised his eyebrows and looked at Jim, and the other ten national-level martial artists, the generals of Nebuleda Island, also looked at Jim.

Jim smiled and said, "Before we open it, let's guess what such an important and urgent document is talking about?"

Qingxu Daoist was a little speechless: "Do you still have the heart to guess? ”

With that, the Qingxu Daoist picked up the sealed document, and the purple true qi flashed, and the sealed envelope cracked.

The Qingxu Daoist picked up the document and looked at it carefully.

Kindness?

Lime language?

Qingxu Daoist's eyes flashed...... He doesn't speak Limei, which is embarrassing.

Although he was able to communicate with Jim and others, the communication of national-level martial artists relied on the transmission of spiritual information.

A thought is far faster and more accurate than words.

The Qingxu Daoist moved his fingers.

There are three documents.

They are Limei, Chinese, and Western European.

Picking out the Chinese documents, and throwing the remaining two to Admiral Jim, the Qingxu Taoist couldn't wait to look at the documents.

"What? Registered War Martial Master Damon's entire family was killed?"

Qingxu Daoist's eyes widened, and his angry beard floated up.

He continued to look down.

"Well, Fang Cheng summoned all the battle martial artists, and it is expected that more than four hundred people will go?"

......

The twelve national-level martial artists were silent.

They were both angry and sad.

Registered war martial artist, at the forefront of human warfare, fighting life and death, bleeding and bleeding, but ended up with this end?

A family member is dead?

Killed yourself?

Old man Lu sneered, his eyes were full of coldness:

"It's the United Nations committee that sent this letter, and they want us to put an end to the angry behavior of this registered warrior, so I'll give you my opinion first, so as not to make a fuss for all of us for a while. ”

The angry thoughts conveyed by Lu Youdao, the general of Huaguo, made the other eleven warriors can't help but pay attention to it.

Old Man Lu's eyes narrowed, his spiritual power faintly erupted with terrifying power, and the air around him was constantly trembling:

"In this matter, if our country-level martial artists make a move, it is likely to cause panic among some major countries, so we can just keep silent. Moreover, there are now more than a dozen first-level professional-level invincible powerhouses among the registered war martial artists in the outside world. ”

"Just one South Korea, they can fully cope with it, in the case of nuclear bombs and hydrogen bombs, the registered war martial artists of the professional level invincible level are unstoppable!"

"However, if any of you want to be a saint and a good person, then don't blame my old man Lu for not thinking about comradeship!"

"Smack!"

Old man Lu slapped a chapter on the conference table, and the table instantly turned into crumbs.

Admiral Jim raised his eyelids and bowed his head in agreement: "Lao Lu, what you said is very good! This time, we must make a good kill! We are desperate on the front line, but our family members in the rear are being bullied? This kind of thing must not set a precedent. ”

Qingxu Daoist also nodded: "South Korea must pay the price. ”

Admiral of the Virtue Rule, Gorida Chloe chuckled: "Death of a Dimon, South Korea must die a million people to make up for the anger of our registered war martial artists, Lao Lu, don't worry, none of us will come forward to make peace." ”

Old man Lu squinted his eyes, and a cold glow flashed.