Wilson hid behind a tree two meters behind the two men, staring sideways at the two men. Two people hugging each other, one of the men was wearing a green formal suit with oily hair, and the other woman had brown hair coiled on the top of her head and wore bright red lipstick, looking very fashionable.

The two of them didn't say anything for a long time, Wilson guessed that it was mostly love talk, and he had no interest in staying, he had to go home and get a good night's sleep, and there was a bigger challenge waiting for him tomorrow.

But he never expected that what he encountered today would be ten thousand times more dangerous than what he was going to face!

Just as Wilson turned to leave, a pitch-black shotgun was pressed against his forehead, which he had just turned. The man with the gun was dressed in a blue horse coat (a purely Chinese name, easy to imagine), with his chest open, and his eight-pack abs and two dozen pectoral muscles were neatly arranged, shiny in the sunlight.

"Hands up!" said the open-chested man, with a small twig in his mouth, moving as he spoke.

Wilson stared into the man's eyes like beasts, his fists clenched as if they were about to drain the air.

"Raise your hands, do you hear me!" said the man, who had just spoken in Italian, and now repeated it in English.

Although Wilson knew nothing of English, the island was often visited by British merchants, so he could understand a few of the most common phrases, such as the second half of the phrase "Did you hear it".

"Who are you? You don't have any right to make me raise my hand. If you think that black guy in your hand is going to scare me, you can make it glow!" Wilson said in the most proficient of Italian. He wants to let the other party know that he is a native of the Loxispa Peninsula.

"You two raise your hands!" There was a man hiding in a tree five meters away, dressed in green and wearing a yellow and green hat, as if the whole person had merged with the tree. He was short and sleek, wielding two well-made pistols in both hands, aimed at Wilson and the open-chested man.

Wilson didn't look at the tree, his gaze never took off the man in front of him, he clearly saw the muscular man raise his head in surprise and look five meters away.

Wilson took the opportunity to slam his fist in the face like a hammer, then quickly turned around, hit him in the chest with the greatest force with his left elbow, flipped his right hand, grabbed the pitch-black shotgun, rolled twice on the ground as fast as he could, and immediately aimed at the man who was talking in the tree just now, although he had not used a gun, he also knew that pulling the trigger would make the gun shoot bullets.

So he pulled the trigger hard, and the sudden recoil made his body shake a little, even though the recoil of the shotgun was not very large.

At this time, the man with two guns in the tree jumped down and dodged the blow.

In fact, even if the man was still squatting in the tree, Wilson's aiming skills could not hurt him.

"Boy, do you want to die!" the man with the twin guns scolded viciously in Italian, "even if you hurt me, there will be many people who will find out that you have killed you here!"

Wilson ignored him, pushed down the cartridge casing, and was about to continue loading the bullet, only to find that the shotgun was a single shot, and the bullet was not in the chamber. This means that the shotgun in his hand is of no use to him at all.

At this time, the two men and women just now also walked out of the shady place, both of them had guns in their hands, the man in formal suit held a gun at the man with two guns, and the fashionable woman held a gun at the open-chested young man.

The two men immediately shouted at each other.

"Drop the gun, who are you?" the two men said at first in Italian.

No one paid attention to anyone.

"Why are you here?" one of them asked in English.

The other man seemed to ask another question in French, followed by a series of unintelligible languages. Wilson could only make out if it was in English, but he didn't know what it meant.

Later, the open-chested youth also interjected into their conversation, also in English.

In the end, all four of them talked, and all the guns in their hands were aimed at Wilson, who didn't even know what they were talking about, and he had only one thought, that is, English was too important!

"What are you doing here?" the man in the suit asked Wilson in Italian.

"I'm passing through. Wilson also replied in his only language, Italian.

"Then you kid is fierce enough, and you dare to let go of the gun casually?" The man with the two guns looked cold, and said coldly, "It seems that if I don't use some extraordinary means, you won't tell the truth." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man rushed over, his short body was very powerful, and he suddenly crashed into Wilson's body, knocking him a meter behind.

Wilson hadn't let go of his shotgun at that time, and he held it tightly as if he were holding his own life.

The man bent his knee and slammed into Wilson's lower abdomen, followed by three struck him in the back with his left elbow.

The flurry lasted less than three seconds, leaving Wilson without any chance to react.

"Leave him alive!"

When Wilson heard this voice, he only felt a shock in his head, and his eyes were dark, and then he didn't feel anything, and fell to the ground heavily.

After Wilson fell, the man rubbed his fists and said with a smile, "This young man has really hard bones!"

"He's really passing by, but it's a pity that he's in the wrong place, and it makes sense for him to have a meal. The man in the formal suit smiled slightly, and straightened his shiny hair.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, but I didn't have to look for you. The open-chested man bared his white teeth.

"What you're doing today is a bit unprofessional!" said the man with the two guns, "If it weren't for your own people here, I guess you'd have been beaten into a sieve by bullets by now." That's good, if they find out you're an intelligence agent, you can't be too much to have people whip you thousands of lashes!"

The open-chested man nodded embarrassedly, "I was a little negligent this time, I didn't expect someone on the tree, I will definitely pay attention in the future." ”

"Didn't you notice anyone here?" stood a man in green, also dressed in green, in the grass ten meters away, with a shotgun clinging to his body.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to be here, a few of us are here now. The open-chested man laughed.

"Actually, there is still one person who has not come, and when he comes, our mission will be completed. The man in the grass shook his head, "It's a pity that we can't wait for him anytime soon, so you have to stay, and when he comes, you can really complete the task." ”

"No, I've been here for more than two months!"

Kalimdo stood proudly behind Kleist, holding the Swiss Army knife tightly in his hand, and he stared at Wilson, who was five meters away from him, his eyes full of disdain.

Wilson's eyes suddenly lit up, and the knee that was about to bend immediately became tense, and his eyes showed a fierce look.

There was a muffled thud, and a stick landed swiftly on top of Kalimdo's head.

Kalimdor felt a wave of dizziness, his eyes were white, and then he felt a burning pain in his left shoulder, and before he could make any protective moves, he clearly felt like he had been punched several times in his chest. Finally, he regained consciousness and swung his knife-holding arm behind him.

It was this careless moment, Wilson, who reached him at lightning speed, was actually cut on his left arm by a knife, and blood gushed out, all the way down his arm to his fist. He also couldn't care about the pain anymore, and the intense anger suppressed his pain and transformed into the strength of his fist.

After receiving three punches, Kalimdo's body was out of the control of his brain, and he fell to the ground in an instant. Wilson rode on top of him, his fists did not relax because of the pain in his arm, but they clenched closer, and the speed did not slow down in the slightest, one punch faster than the other, and one punch harder than the other, as if he wanted to vent all his anger with *.

The person who suddenly hit Kalimdor just now was Xibai, don't look at Xibai's thin and weak, sick and crooked appearance, but his head is very clever, as soon as he heard Kleist's cry, he paid attention to Kalimdor, taking advantage of Wilson and him, Xibai quietly crossed the battle group, picked up a wooden stick and came behind Kalimdo, found the right time, and ended Kalimdor's rampant with a dull stick!

At this time, the warbands were mixed together, which was very unfavorable to Wilson and them, although Ansellu and Andy were both brave warriors, but the other party's Gordon and Lambert were not vegetarians, which was enough to make Ansellu and Andy fall into a bitter battle.

Bart is tall and half fat, but he can't beat dozens of people on the other side with his own strength! He is in the center of the battle group, his hands and feet are not idle, and he can deal with seven or eight people by himself, and he squats down and sweeps, and several people fall. He changed places with a shot, changed an opponent with a kick, and with superhuman physical strength, he would kick whoever was in trouble, delaying time for the entire Luo team.

Although Fred and Duka are small and have little strength, they still have a set of players, and according to their height advantage, they can just give each other a fierce attack on the vital parts. As a result, several young people on the other side who looked like they were full of yang energy also collapsed to the ground.

As the battle was heating up, Wilson stood up from Kalimdor's body, his fist dripping blood on the ground, and it was unknown whether it was the blood left on his own injured arm, or the blood rubbing against Kalimdo's bloody face.

Wilson knew that if the fierce fight continued, the final loser would be his own team of Lowe. Trying to restrain his anger, he stood up, stomped his foot Kalimdo's face, and shouted, "Stop me!!"

Someone in the crowd said, "Look, the boss is at his feet, stop fighting," and both sides stopped.

"Pick up your stinky feet!" a slightly hunched Benson shouted at Wilson in a domineering manner.

Wilson ignored him and lifted his foot slightly. Kalimdor on the soles of his feet thought that Wilson was going to let him go, and was just about to say something very face-saving and get up again, but who knew that Wilson's kick stomped down even harder!

"Ahh

"Second brother, look! The eldest brother's nose has fallen off. Gordon leaned into Benson's ear and whispered.

Under Wilson's feet, Kalimdo's face could no longer distinguish where the nose was and where was the mouth, his nose was originally high and upturned, like a Russian nose, but now, that high nose had been trampled by Wilson's feet, and it had slipped to the corner of his mouth, and blood was dripping down one by one.

No one in the room had ever seen such a bleak scene, not even Wilson. Lev, who was most disgusted with this group of people, even felt a little pitiful for this self-inflicted Kalimdor at this time.

"Which of you still isn't convinced?" Wilson twisted his foot hard, "if I put my foot in his face again, I think this bastard's brains will come out, do you want to try?"

Kalimdor had long since lost his majesty just now, opened his mouth slightly, and a subtle voice came up, "Please, let me go...... Let me go, please ......"

One of the youngest men in the opposing camp knelt down with a "poof", tears streaming down his face, he didn't speak, but Wilson felt the fear in his heart.

They were all eating in troubled times, and no one would have thought that they would almost kill someone, and these little gangsters were more or less afraid in their hearts, fearing that they would also become the half-dead person under Wilson's feet.

"We Italians are people with backbone, wildness, and blood, but our country and our nation are now being trampled on by the invaders! Do you still have the leisure to follow this thing that corrupts the spirit of our ancestors to become a big brand?" Wilson said righteously, "If you still have a little conscience, go and follow us, we will drive out the invaders, and restore the glory and glory of our Roman Empire!"

"Don't listen to this kid's!" Benson said coldly, "You go back and practice your body well, and when you turn around, you will make this kid look good!"

"Whether you want to go or stay, you can make your own decisions! We will never force it! But what I want to say is that if you don't stay, don't do these things, if you want to have status and wealth, you should work diligently and honestly, why do these things that are spurned by others!" Wilson raised his foot on Kalimdo, took two steps forward, and raised his fist, "Those who want to stay will stay, and those who want to leave should quickly take this thing behind me!"

Gordon hurried behind Wilson, picked up Kalimdo's frail body, and followed in the footsteps of Benson and Lambert into the distance. A few others followed, at first taking a few steps to look back, fearing that Wilson would make a sudden attack, but only when they found that they were completely safe did they dare to swagger away.

"You're waiting!" came Benson's disdainful voice in the distance.

Ansellu snorted coldly, "Captain, why did you let them go? I still want to kill a few of them!"

Wilson smiled, "Don't worry, sooner or later you'll them, now our goal has been achieved." He walked up to Kleist, touched his neck, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Kleist shook his head and said, "I don't hurt when I see you beating that kid so desperately." ”

"Good boy. Wilson looked at the people in front of him who didn't leave, smiled and said, "I'm glad that you all stayed, but please don't hate me, if I don't fight with you, we can't be together, and you can't wake up at all." Now we are brothers, different from their names, we don't have any big brothers and two brothers, our Luo team only has the captain and vice captain, I am the captain, and the Bart you all know is the vice captain. ”

"Hello Captain, Hello Vice-Captain!" the group cried out in a discordant voice.

There are about twenty people in this group, which has greatly expanded the strength of the Luo team. Overall, this operation of the Luo team can be regarded as very successful