The bar's old televisions continue to play about the latest international news, and people's attention is not too much on it, as they say, except for the drug lords who have to travel to and from the US border, it makes no difference to most of the people who are struggling to make a living. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man sat quietly at the bar and drank his wine, ignoring Maxson's occasional gaze, as if he were just a normal passerby.

The drunken bearded man stumbled to the bar and stared at Maxson with confused eyes: "Give me some more whiskey." ”

"No, you're drunk."

Maxson shook his head and refused the bearded man's request.

"Which eye did you see that I was drunk?"

The bearded man was furious when he heard this, and slammed the bar with both hands, making a dull thud.

“……”

Maxson sneered a few times, and instead of trying to argue with the drunkard, he reached out and grabbed the shotgun in the cabinet under the bar.

The bearded man shook his head: "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, bring me a few more drinks." ”

As he opened his mouth to speak, the smell of smoky wine came out of his mouth, and it was hard to believe that he was not drunk.

"Well, give me this glass."

As if sensing the beer in front of the man next to him, the bearded man didn't say hello, and reached out to grab the cup, as if he wanted to snatch it.

However, when the right hand was stretched out less than ten centimeters away from the man, the direction of the right hand suddenly changed, and it grabbed the man's shoulder, and at the same moment, the footsteps stepped forward sharply, and the body came directly behind the man, his eyes flashed, where could he see the drunken appearance just now?

Grappling!

For ordinary people, under such a sudden attack, it is difficult to react at all, and even if the arm is grabbed, it is difficult to make other resistance actions.

But this time the bearded man miscalculated.

His lane-changing hand was about to grab the man's shoulder, but he only felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body seemed to have been hit by a truck, and then he moved and flew upside down.

"Whoa......

The tables and chairs were smashed into pieces by the bearded body, causing an exclamation from the bar.

But the exclamation was only momentary, and it was muffled by a horrified gaze.

In the bar where there were originally more than ten people, suddenly, five people stood up suddenly, reached out and took out their guns and pulled the trigger continuously on the man's back.

"Bang ......"

The gunshots continued, and the five people emptied the magazine of the gun in their hands in a row, but they could only see that the man was not only unscathed, but the bullets shot at his back were all frozen in the air more than ten centimeters away from his back, motionless and extremely strange.

"Is that all there is to it?"

The man didn't even look back, and the bullet stuck behind his back immediately gained more powerful kinetic energy than before, and in an instant, it flew back upside down with its original trajectory, and the five gunmen were shot into a hornet's nest in an instant.

Maxson was lying under the bar as soon as the gunmen stood up, and when he heard the gunfire stop outside, he slowly poked his head out with a shotgun, only to find that the man who should have died was sitting at the bar drinking beer all day.

"Smack."

After taking a sip of the beer from his glass, the man got up and walked to the door, ignoring the frightened crowd lying on the ground, and pushed open the door to the outside of the motel.

In the afternoon, the Mexican sun shone lazily on the Gobi-like land, and it was impossible to feel that six people had just died in the bar.

"Huh?"

As soon as the man's eyes under his hat were raised, he saw a black shadow in the distant sky flying quickly, with lightning and fire, and as soon as he looked up and noticed it, he immediately flew from the sky to the sky above the motel.

Tomahawk cruise missiles?

It seems that it was launched by the fleet in the waters near Mexico.

Hey, it wasn't one.

Just behind that black shadow, at least a dozen black shadows followed closely, all of which were Tomahawk cruise missiles of the US military without exception.

Originally, the conventional charge power of a Tomahawk cruise missile was enough to kill a person on a standard football field, not to mention more than a dozen cruise missiles, and this round of attacks alone would cost tens of millions of dollars.

However, compared to the US Navy's Third Fleet, which is still floating in low-earth orbit, this is nothing compared to tens of millions of dollars.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

In an instant, a Tomahawk missile was on the verge of reaching a few dozen meters above the motel, immediately triggering an incredibly powerful explosion.

"Boom!"

Blazing flames and shockwaves erupted in less than a thousandth of a second, and in another thousandth of a second, the decades-old motel would be reduced to dust after the explosion, but ......

The rapidly expanding explosion flame only expanded into a sphere with a diameter of two meters, as if imprisoned by an invisible force, and in an instant, the surging heat and energy were rapidly compressed back, just like an image lens played backwards, almost compressed to a small point at a faster speed than when it came, and suddenly dimmed, disappeared, and half a trace was rarely seen again.

In ordinary people's time senses, they can only detect a black shadow descending suddenly, followed by a flicker of blazing highlights, and disappear without warning.

Not only the heat and flames, but even the shock wave was forcibly cut off before it expanded, so that even the breeze did not set off.

One by one, such scenes played out one by one, and more than a dozen Tomahawk missiles that flew in the air were strangled into the cradle before they could exert the amazing power of the explosion.

For the man in front of him, the so-called thousands of missiles will not change this fate in the slightest.

"Americans ......"

Lightly disposed of more than a dozen Tomahawk missiles, but the man's brows furrowed slightly.

Do Americans really have that much audacity?

It is not surprising to track down his specific location, after all, he did not deliberately hide his traces, but the act of launching missiles immediately is very reckless no matter how you look at it.

After all, he showed almost divine power, destroying Washington in one fell swoop, and at the same time sending the Americans' proud Third Fleet into space, and trying to use cruise missiles to destroy an unconventional enemy in such a disparity of absolute power, which is extremely stupid.

Don't they think about the consequences of provoking him?

In the distance, a black shadow flew in again.

Again?

Only a minute has passed, and the Americans should have known that the cruise missile was ineffective, so why did they launch another missile?

Or a Tomahawk missile.

The man's expression moved, knowing why the Americans had launched a missile after an attempt.

Americans are really arrogant and reckless.

Actually...... Dare to use nuclear warheads to attack on other people's territory.

But if you think about it, even the destruction of your own capital and the Third Fleet has completely driven the Americans into madness, and in their eyes, his existence is ten times more terrible than that of the Soviet Union during the Cold War.

Recalling several irrational acts in history when he almost fell into a full-scale nuclear war, the man sighed slightly, feeling that he was completely wrong about the idea that everyone would think rationally.

It seems that there is still not enough deterrence, and they will not give up if they do not let the Americans and the world know the gap between them.

Then come on.

The man calmly stared at the Tomahawk missiles that were speeding by.

In the face of the possible nuclear warhead, he did not make any attempts to escape, but just stood quietly, looking like he was going to resist the nuclear bomb.

(To be continued.) )