No one's time is more important than anyone's time, so we don't have to think of snakes as snakes when dealing with those who are always late, everyone should have their own pride and perseverance.

――Excerpt from "Wang Zhijian's Memoirs" It was Michael's friend Ted who took the monoculars? Danson, the best friend in the CIA, the two of them have been born and died all over the world, fighting with both hands, and countless times carrying each other scarred on each other's backs to make a bloody path back to Langley. Ted is the only wind controller in the CIA, and his wind blade is superb, and his speed is comparable to that of a supercar.

With an unusually complex and unpredictable expression, Michael sensed his surroundings and asked rhetorically without answering Ted's provocation.

"Clark? What about Kent? What about others? ”

Speaking of Clark? Kent, probably not many people know about it, but his other name is world-famous: Superman. Yes, as long as you are an earthling, you probably haven't seen this movie or a cartoon, otherwise you have watched a few episodes of a TV series adapted from it, so it can be said that the name "Superman" is famous all over the world without exaggeration.

"Clark, heh, he's gone in the other direction, now it's up to us to see if he can get over in time. But, Michael, do you think we can't help you if Clark doesn't come, you think too highly of yourself, right? ”

The two sides were still talking about each sentence, not to mention, Michael really wasn't worried about Ted and Charlie, he sensed the surroundings again, and made sure that there was no one else ambushing here. With a slam of his feet, he jumped up and fell down the tunnel, hurrying over to see if anyone in the car survived.

"If you don't stop me, I owe you a favor"

"Boom"

Before he finished speaking, Charlie turned the muzzle of the gun and shot it, because of the CIA's order, all he used this time were the most powerful high-explosive semi-armor-piercing incendiary tracer bullets, at such a close distance, he didn't believe that Michael could dodge it. This is an incendiary agent, which can be attached to a person's body and burned, even if there is a fire extinguisher, it will not work, unless it burns people to the core, otherwise even a little bone will always burn out before stopping.

Michael is not as stupid as they think, leaving two enemies here, especially since one of them is still the god of sniping. He just jumped, not with that much force, so Michael's body began to fall after rising less than half a meter, and the tracer bullet happened to fly over his head, slashing into the distance with a brilliant light.

As soon as he inhaled, the bones of his whole body cracked, and Michael's body quickly increased and became larger, and he stomped on the ground with a heavy foot, and when the dust was high, even the entire tunnel trembled. Charlie's body was also shocked, the muzzle of the gun was deflected, and another tracer bullet hit the soil directly in front of him, and a puff of flame suddenly flashed, and he took a few steps back, but unfortunately the NTW-20 was not grabbed.

With a hand raised, a few blades of wind either stand on their own, or cross-cut, or arc to Michael, Ted to Charlie? Hannam, two wind blades appeared under his feet, and the two stepped on the wind blades and instantly retreated more than ten meters away. Everyone is an extremely experienced master, Michael's stance is obviously invincible in close combat, and Ted will not be so stupid to stay where he is.

With both arms raised, two fists crossed to block his face, Michael didn't look at the hungry wind blade that was attacking him from other directions, and strode forward. Sure enough, so many wind blades struck Michael's body from various angles, and apart from the sound of metal colliding, there was not even a single white cut mark on his skin.

Last time, it was Michael who was careless and was hit by the wind blade before he could transform, so he was seriously injured. Eat a trench and grow wise, this time Michael transformed as soon as he made a move, just because he didn't want to suffer this loss again.

"Y-How did you get transformed? You're not a Titan! ”

Ted's voice was surprised, he wasn't afraid of Michael, although he was surprised by how strong Michael's ** was. However, if you can't beat it, you can always run, no matter how long your legs are, they are only more than three meters high, and it looks scary, so it is difficult for me to fly fast with a wind blade. What really frustrated him was how Michael learned to transform, and the fact that a person with abilities can't also cultivate someone else's ability is a truth that the CIA has been experimenting with.

"You're dead, Michael, the CIA will never let you set foot on Chinese soil, don't try to bring the secret of the ability to cultivate the ability, Clark is coming soon."

The voice was anxious and fierce, Ted made a mistake at his feet, and the wind blade led the two of them to close the distance between him and Michael. All the while, Charlie, who was silent, suddenly pulled out a revolver with a thick barrel from his waist, and raised his hand to shoot, and a dummmy bullet spun and shot directly into Michael's eye. The recoil of the gun was very strong, and Charlie's shoulder lifted, and the man leaned back, almost falling off the wind blade, but fortunately, Ted reacted in time and pulled him out.

Just the palm of his hand was erected, and the dummy bullet was grabbed by Michael without any achievements, and his five fingers were pinched into a piece of scrap metal. Michael looked up at the sky, and suddenly he turned around and strode towards the scene of the SUV crash, and the footsteps were simply shaking.

"I want to go, Charlie, stop him."

With a wave of his hand, Ted commanded the Wind Blade to carry Charlie to a small tree on the hillside, where a long sac lay on the ground, which Ted had carried earlier. As a gun god, a few spare weapons are a must, and different weapons are used in a non-stop combat environment, this is an expert, the kind of stupid thing that a fart pistol bag in a domestic drama Charlie will not do.

Pulling out an anzio "monster" in front of him, Charlie pulled the bolt, took out a special armor-piercing bullet with a caliber of 14.5 mm from his waist with his backhand, took a slight aim, and pulled the trigger. Without looking at the results, he repeated this action at a uniform pace and calmly, and in just one minute, he fired three shots, which is an efficiency that the most powerful sniper of the so-called special forces cannot achieve.

Then he raised the scope on the gun, and in the night, everything turned green. In the scope, Michael's huge thick legs, which had run away, limped and lost his original sharpness and agility, grinning, Charlie held his breath, the fourth special armor-piercing bullet was loaded, this time, he aimed at the knee of Michael's other leg.

Even if he ran for more than a kilometer, Michael still didn't dare to let go, and sure enough, with a very slight sound, the SUV in the distance suddenly burst into a large flame, and the body was shocked into the air again and fell down heavily, and then was surrounded by raging flames in the middle, and the drivers who wanted to rescue nearby all screamed and retreated far away, and no one had the courage to step forward.

Paralyzed, Michael hated it to the extreme, he knew that this was Charlie's second shot at the SUV. Basically, given the previous cooperation with Charlie, he knows which guns Michael has, this time there is no glow, just a slight firing pin sound, specifically the anzio "monster", this thing has a range of an astonishing 4572 meters, which is longer than the range of the early Tao anti-tank missile.

Then, Michael's legs were weak, and he almost fell to his knees, if he hadn't moved quickly, one hand pressed on the ground, and the whole person jumped out a few meters, this fall is estimated to be not light. The higher the height, the heavier the fall, Michael stretched out his giant palm and touched the crook of his leg, and the blood stains on his hands made him can't help but scold.

"Charlie, I can't spare you, wait!"

As he spoke, he suddenly shuddered, thinking that it was a tiger pounce, and then squatted on his legs and stood up again. Sure enough, a big tree next to him suddenly broke off and fell to one side, paralyzed, this damn spear god. He learned smartly, he started to charge in a zigzag shape, and he didn't run far, Michael only felt that his scalp was numb, and the hairs on his whole body were self-reliant, and he didn't even have time to make a move.

The demon is very sharp in his movements and his senses are very sensitive, but can he be called the god of guns, Charlie? Hannum didn't just shoot at objects. In the calculation of advance and the judgment of the trajectory of the object, the CIA is unmatched, which is why he is called the god of guns.

Michael's body is too huge, and there is actually no difficulty for Charlie to hit, but just now, Michael's wind blade against Ted has shown his physical strength, and Charlie doesn't want to return in vain. However, there are always fragile parts of the human body, and he is right about this, although the skull is the hardest part of the body, but the eyes and the back of the head are the most vulnerable parts of the whole body, even if Michael is a demon.

Pull the trigger, Charlie has a feeling, this shot Michael can't dodge, all the actions he should do have been done, and the power needs a recovery process to be released again, this is the law, determined by the physiological characteristics of the creature, and it can be violated too rarely! At this distance, the bullet takes about two seconds, Charlie smiled and watched coldly through the scope, waiting for the moment when Michael's brain cracked and his body fell.

Unable to dodge, even if it was too late to raise his hands to the back of his head, Michael even gave up running and the last chance to struggle, special armor-piercing shells are used against planes and tanks, and even though his body is extremely hard, he also knows that this is beyond his limit.

Seventy-seven, wait for me, I'm coming.

In Michael's heart, when he saw the SUA rolling in the air, he knew that Qiqi was dead, and it was impossible to recover, he knew too well the meaning of that glow, it was not a weapon that the human body could resist. In fact, after Michael joined the CIA, what he couldn't understand the most was this matter, why did human beings tirelessly study how to do as much damage as possible and kill as many weapons as possible to human beings?

The equipment in the CIA's arsenal once terrified Michael when he walked in for the first time, and it is no exaggeration to say that any inconspicuous thing in it could easily kill him without transformation. For ordinary people, these weapons are no longer killing, but slaughter, slaughtering of the country.

In the aftermath of his gaze, Michael swept into a high, fast-flying shadow in the night sky, and Clark arrived