"What did you say?" The three of them spoke in unison. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Zhang Chen felt that the cold hairs all over his body stood up, since the other party existed to kill hundreds of soldiers in an instant, then they still protected the president.

Xinyan nodded seriously and repeated what she had just said again.

"It's good that the president wasn't there." Xin Yan said and pointed to the ceiling above her head, and said, "He is directly above us, near the entrance to the palace with marble steps, the distance between the two sides is about 30 meters, and it should be closer now." Oh my God, what kind of monster is that......"

As she spoke, her white wrist stroked the slightly undulating ****. Facing that spectacular and tragic scene made Xinyan still have palpitations until now.

"Alright, the Energy Iron Fist has run out of strength, you guys stand back." Zhang Chen looked down at the golden glow of the fist at the palm of his hand with a solemn face, and faintly felt a trace of violent energy erupting in it, like a thousand armies of thunder ready to go. The air around it all distorted as it approached the golden set, exuding a blazing temperature.

He cautiously clenched his fists in front of the thick hard steel door, stared at the front with heavy eyes, took a deep breath, and raised his right fist, which seemed to be much lighter than before. At the same time, the purple gravitational energy circle was also slowly forming, and a faint repulsive force spread in all directions of the golden fist. Zhang Chen held his breath and concentrated, with all the strength of his body, and punched the punch in the expectant gaze of Xinyan and the others......

That's when the unexpected happened!

The steel door, which was as thick as a person's waist, opened from the outside the moment when the golden fist wrapped in violent energy swung out, and the four of them were greeted by a person they could never have imagined - Aofeng!

This withdrawn personality, dressed as a special sniper in a night suit, appeared in front of them quietly, like a ghost. When he noticed the oncoming golden fist containing terrifying power, he first frowned slightly, and then dodged out of the door as fast as he could, which caused the energy iron fist to be carefully controlled by Zhang Chen before it caused amazing destructive power due to the collision.

"Very powerful fist!" When Aofeng's 10,000-year-old poker face reappeared, Zhao Boyuan was the first to rush over the past. That night, if Zhang Chen hadn't come to the rescue, he would have died under this man's sniper rifle, and the enemy blushed when they met. I saw him pick up the latter's collar and say roughly:

"You guy, why did you let that little girl go?"

Both of them are of average size and are typical basketball heights. It's just that at the moment of being caught, that arrogant wind unconsciously made a stepping movement, and looking at Zhao Boyuan turned into a downward look.

"I'm not here to quarrel with you, or to explain anything to you." Proud Eagle's sharp eyes swept over the four of them, and Zhang Chen felt as if he had suddenly been locked, very uncomfortable. Is that the kind of look a sniper should have?

I saw him raise a hand like lightning, and he didn't have time to wait for Zhao Boyuan to react. The iron-clad wrist had pried open his grip on the collar like a pair of pliers. Immediately, the young sniper turned around slightly, and before he could give Zhang Chen a chance to thank him, his figure disappeared outside the deep door.

After a while, the entire underground corridor remembered the voice of Aofeng's indifference.

"The president is up to you, don't let me down!"

Vaguely, Zhang Chen seemed to see a depressed figure with a coffee-colored sniper rifle on his back, and waved his hand at them with his back as if he was doing so. It's like saying goodbye, and it's like meeting again one day in the future!

Who does he think he is, a savior or a living bodhisattva? It's as if we wouldn't be able to get out without him. Zhao Boyuan said unhappily, the fist in his hand creaked, and he was still worried about the cold blow of the other party just now.

Zhang Chen looked at the empty underground corridor, and there were two special soldiers lying on the filthy water stained floor not far away, they should have died. Why did they go all the way to the basement to rescue them, leaving a farewell word and saying something inexplicable, 'The president will be handed over to you'.

Is he going to save the world?

Zhang Chen thought of some classic scenes in personal hero movies. The protagonist in the story takes on the halo of the protagonist after leaving words like farewell, and all kinds of invincible and abusive villains, sitting on Bai Fumei, and turning his life upside down......

But now it seems that this is not the time, and he believes that Aofeng is not the protagonist of the story!

With seven hours left in the countdown to the Ringing mission, the four of them returned to the Kremlin with heavy steps. The sunlight became more and more dazzling at this moment, and the intense radiation stung the nerves of the senses, as if it were presented in front of their eyes.

Under the white marble steps of the Kremlin lay hundreds of charred corpses of soldiers, curled up, lying flat or horizontally in a circle of twenty meters, in strange postures.

In the center of the pattern, the culprit responsible for all this tragedy, is a fierce man wearing a black mask with a red explosive head. The two drooping wrists were wrapped in blazing flames and remained motionless.

Just then, gunshots rang out. I saw a special soldier ten meters away from the man in the mask trembling and pulling the trigger one after another, the tongue of fire of the assault rifle looked like the flame of a candle from a distance, and he was still shouting something.

But in the blink of an eye, the screams that sounded loud turned into a series of heart-rending screams, and the man in the mask dodged the bullets with incredible speed and came to the poor soldier, and the fist wrapped in flames reached into the scalded flesh with great ease, reaching into the chest.

"It's a demon!" Xinyan hid behind Zhang Chen, watching the masked man pull out the man's heart like a bird's nest, and let out a burst of exclamation. In the fusion of blood and fire, soon the heart that was still beating turned into nothingness and disappeared into the flames that emitted a terrifying temperature.

The soldier was thrown to the ground like a puppet with a broken string, blending into hundreds of corpses, sadly facing the presidential flag held aloft above, and the pain of his life kept him from closing his eyes.

Zhang Chen and the four of them watched the hellish killing happen in front of them, and more than fear, it was the spiritual shock brought by the visual senses. The anger called justice gradually ignited in everyone's heart, which is the reaction that a person who still retains his conscience and moral bottom line.

The masked man's gaze also happened to glance over, and a hint of surprise flashed in his dark eyes. The confrontation between the eyes of the two parties saw a strong killing intent in each other's eyes, but it was a pity that both sides still had concerns in their hearts, and neither side rushed straight over like a fool.