When Ma Buge was provoked by Hao Song into anger and only wanted to beat him up and hurry up, the playful smile on the coward's face suddenly reminded him of what he should do at this time! However, it was too late, and anger made him ignore the potential danger.

A tall, thin blond man who suddenly appeared behind him crushed his throat with his left hand, while his right hand pierced the spine directly through the back of his neck, depriving him of the ability to speak and move in just 0.3 seconds. Ma Buge could only collapse to the ground like a broken rag doll, trying to remember the appearance of the sneak attacker with eyes full of remorse and surprise.

I think at this time, if this blonde-haired sturdy man says, "Die under my Grexiu's Super Saiyan transformation, you should die without regrets!" Ma Buge is expected to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and the (neurotic) worldview of this novel will also make many readers poke themselves in the eyes.

Therefore, in order to protect your titanium dog eyes and worldview, this book solemnly reminds that not all blonde muscular men are Super Saiyans, and they may also be some golden retriever single-cell violent men. After Edward Mierro said the classic line "It's too slow!", he said with excitement and a hint of doubt: "I wanted to try this sentence a long time ago, but it doesn't feel as cool as it does when it appears in artwork (anime, novel)?"

"Nonsense!" Hao Song stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, "I have taken care of the whole part of showing the enemy's weakness in the cooperation, and your pleasure is naturally not as cool as a person pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!" The words were very relaxed, and it seemed that he was in a good mood to reunite with Edward.

"You seem to know a lot, boy. But you say that the enemy is weak, isn't that the true character?" Edward habitually hacked Hao Song, and then kicked Ma Buge on the ground, "Is this guy going to die?"

The tone of "Does this chicken need to be slaughtered?" made Anne Hall, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, cover her mouth and chill all over.

Hao Song looked down, and just met Ma Buge's desperate eyes that were as heavy as the abyss of hell, he couldn't help but look away. Speaking of which, it seemed to be the first time, he witnessed the cold fight between his own kind.

A few days ago at the nuclear power station, he deliberately did not approach the corpses of his own kind that had been steamed beyond recognition, in addition to being disgusting and terrible, perhaps because he did not know how to deal with the death of his own kind. After all, this guy was just an ordinary second-class high school student two months ago, and even after some training, education, and crisis, he was still far from reaching the realm of Edward Mierro's "everything can be chopped and eaten".

But after the death match of the tidal power station, the confrontation of a volcano, the escape of the nuclear energy quiet room, and the confidence of the nuclear power station, Hao Song has at least learned to suppress all his unfavorable emotions and maintain his calm and cautious style. (Isn't it the style of comic cheats?)

To remove evil is to do good. "All contradictions related to people are only a matter of position, not right or wrong. "Stick to the bottom line and kill with compassion. "Broken throat and broken marrow, he is already wasted, it is better to send him to heaven to see Allah." "It is said that if he dies for the holy war, he can go directly to heaven, and there will be 72 virgins to serve him. After a mess of psychological comfort, Hao Song raised his head, nodded firmly to Edward, and said, "Strip his clothes first!"

"you, don't you!?do you want to get a shot while it's hot?," said Edward Miero, with a look of disdain.

"Come on your sister, pay attention to Lao Tzu next occasion!" Hao Song's eyes twitched, and he suddenly lost a trace of sentimentality by him, and said helplessly: "What nonsense, this unlucky child." His clothes are meant for you to wear, give me a bit of an infiltrator's professionalism, okay?"

Speaking of cowardice, he looked at Annie Hall with some unease, but what he thought in his heart was, "It would be troublesome for her to know that Christina's potential boyfriend is this bird virtue, and women of this age are the most gossip and talkative." You must know that in front of Christina the other day, the heavy dialogue between me and Edward was a much more abridged version. He didn't want to think about how many times he had shown off his lower limit in front of the two ladies.

Edward Miero was resolute, and after taking off Ma Buge's black robe, he wiped his neck like a chicken without hesitation, and then threw it directly into the mouth of the garbage passage that had opened at some point. Combined with some smudges on Edward Miero's body, it is from here that he sneaked out and attacked Ma Buge before.

"Ahem. This is my colleague and good brother, Warrant Officer Edward Mierro. You've probably met before. Hao Song casually introduced Anne Hall, then looked at Edward, who was changing clothes, and changed the topic, "Why don't you just wipe your throat during the sneak attack?

"Layman, huh?" said Edward, rather smuggling, "it is generally effective to cover your mouth and throat when infiltrating an assassination. But wiping one's throat is not the same as death! Even if the carotid artery is severed, human beings can still struggle for a while. And this time is enough for a strong-willed person to do something, such as pressing down on a walkie-talkie. Therefore, deep throat and marrow destruction are the safest way to deal with it!Learn more in the future~"

Hao Song squinted at the dead fish and replied: "I'm really sorry for being an ordinary person who can't torture and kill his kind! In addition, what did you do to other people's throats, there is a very suspicious word......

"Don't worry about these details. Edward changed into his black robe, picked up the AK-74 and walkie-talkie, and continued to complain, "The pipes are so dirty that even I have a little appetite, but thanks to the old dirt on the walls of the pipes, otherwise it would be fucking hard to climb straight up." Besides, the size of this garbage mouth obviously can't keep up with the times, and when I drilled it out just now, Lao Tzu was almost stuck by the garbage mouth. ”

"Can you lose your appetite, is that the Hungry Ghost Dao?" so when I contacted you before, I told you that you can just crawl on your own, and no one else can do it. Hao Song smiled and ignored some of the very bad statements in Edward's words, and mended as he went, "After all, even you who are called 'Golden Retriever Mop' and 'Humanoid Bird/Beast' are a little reluctant, let alone others. ”

"No wonder you signaled me to go to the toilet during the shooting!

"You kid seems to have added a strange nickname to me again, right?"

"I'm just good at describing a person from different angles. Now you just need to take a good step, and you can take us in!" Hao Song replied calmly, taking the walkie-talkie from Edward's hand by the way, and turning up the volume to the maximum.

At this time, it was only 4 minutes before the attack of the US imperialists, and Mr. Filali was commanding his subordinates to retreat strategically in English on the walkie-talkie: "Once you encounter a gas/tear bomb, give up the bunker and quickly withdraw to the next bunker, and delay their advance speed to the maximum! The shooting team and the kitchen team immediately escort the hostages to the side hall to rendezvous, without delay! The last sentence suddenly became a very tongue-testing Arabic! The trills in it made people tremble, and the transliteration into Chinese was slightly obscene/trivial. (Lewd/trivial is obviously a translator!)

Hao Song and the three of them looked at each other, and suddenly realized that the plan to buy the walkie-talkie of the terrorists and let themselves blend in may not be simple, for example, they don't know whether to ignore it or reply to something now, and Arabic has become the biggest obstacle! In the face of the terrorists in a state of stress, the slightest mistake or even a little hesitation may cause alarm! Now they are facing the danger of being suspected and discovered!

"Wife!" was another person's voice on the walkie-talkie, also in Arabic.

Hao Song's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he waited for a while, but there was no reply from other terrorists, he knew that he had to gamble, so he pressed the call button and replied in a low voice: "Wife Le......"

Mr. Filari's voice soon came over the walkie-talkie: "Well, you two groups be careful! The more hostages we can contain, the better we can be." ”

"That's right!" Hao Song clenched his fist excitedly at his waist, and then explained to Edward and Anne-Hall, who were still confused: "It seems that the previous sentence should be a communication phrase similar to 'please reply if you receive it', and I should have said something like 'received' Poof!! said don't pat me on the back like this!"

But Edward was also very excited to slap Hao Song's back, and slapped it with a stagger, but his mouth was praised: "Okay, you kid, you really dare!"

Although Anne Hall didn't speak, she also secretly said, "This guy really looks like a good spy." ”

After this hurdle, the three of them had not gone far when they happened to encounter two terrorists who had withdrawn from the kitchen, and they were escorting the Chinese cooks to the side hall.

In times of crisis, people's mouths always come out of their native language, and the two terrorists say a few words with their tongues shaking, and Edward Miero, who is walking on a horse, just "uh-huh, ahhhh In the darkness of the tower and the sound of gunfire, no one suspected him.

After the two groups merged, they passed through a glass curtain wall, and everyone saw the glass with bullet holes as the core, broken like dense spider webs but not broken, and the two terrorists shouted feverishly: "Allah forbid!" Edward Miero was secretly kicked by Hao Song and shouted a few times.

However, when Hao Song carefully observed those glasses, the blue "idealistic thought" in his mind trembled slightly, and then suddenly shot a brilliant blue beam of light towards the deep and vast sea of consciousness!

"The Quest of the Sage of the Creation Realm", "The Terrorist's Firearms", "Mr. Filali's Confidence", "Iron Powder and Metal Signal Shield", "Polycarbonate Fiber Layer and Bulletproof Glass", "The Painter Who Left Indifferently After Three Days of Stay......

The ribbons of information representing experience and knowledge, the clues of perception and ignorance, and the seemingly absurd established facts are perfectly intertwined in the blue light emitted by the idealistic thoughts, and finally converge on the "canist-like objects" that appeared in the previous "fuzzy calculations"! The truth suddenly became clear!

"Hey, is it a paint can? In this way, the theoretical success rate of this operation is 100 percent!"

["When your worldview is challenged, either stick to your own opinions and hold back, or you can innovate and forge ahead!" - Hart Bihevel Y. Wang]