"Did you cut off the communication?" Liu Ming asked as he watched the minutes and seconds pass.

He means that this unicorn will show its power, but it can't be anticlimactic, if the tomahawk people run away, then it's not fun, for the tomahawk people, these old hairy people he doesn't have a good feeling, he was the hometown of the northeast.

"Tomahawks have cut off all communication with the outside world. The man next to him returned.

"I suppose our old Chekov, who was far away in Russia, is in a rage at this time, and looks down on my hand of God? Liu Ming smiled evilly.

As Liu Ming thought, at this time, in a manor on the outskirts of Moxiko, old Chekov was furious, and he couldn't believe it when he received the information from those intelligence officers, but the real videos and photos, as well as the news from other forces, made him afraid, his son, the most optimistic son was still there, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he was fighting with these people, not to mention him, even the entire Russian armed sortie couldn't beat it.

The immediate contact was far away in Chekov in Canada, but it made him desperate, he couldn't be contacted anyway, he knew that everything was over, although Chekov was not his only child, but he was his most optimistic successor, and he gave up after shooting a few people, he knew that it was too late.

The time of ten minutes was getting closer and closer, and all the personnel were already in place, at this time, Liu Ming stood on the hill and looked at Vancouver at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the time to come, and issued the order to attack.

What is the meaning of blowing withered and decaying, human life is like grass mustard, it is vividly reflected here, knowing that the tomahawk personnel who acted in advance, although they were caught off guard but quickly stabilized their pace, the citizens of the entire Vancouver returned home, and some commercial and residential areas were also protected by the police and the army, don't look at Liu Ming's order with ease, in fact, he knew that the main battle was in the suburbs and the port and some chaotic streets.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have given such an order in broad daylight, he wasn't a butcher or an executioner, and his divine sense scanned the whole of Vancouver to make such a decision.

The three main battlefields were tragic, those members of the Hand of God with ammunition on their backs and guns on their backs, step by step towards the front, their bodies were hit from time to time, they just grinned and continued to shoot the flames of death with their guns, collapsed, and all the tomahawk personnel collapsed as they ignored the bullets and the artillery, and all the tomahawk personnel collapsed, scrambled to flee to the rear, but a sword light that fell from the sky ended their lives.

The battle was controlled within a certain range, those personnel on the third layer of the God of War dealt with those who wanted to escape from this range, all the personnel of the battle axe left their bodies and were forced to follow a few fixed routes towards the port, and those members of the Kirin Society who jumped from time to time in the back and walked on the wall harvested those lives.

The elite of the two thousand tomahawks who came to support, how could they still be elite at this time, and they fled directly to the rear without any courage, these people are veterans, most of them are veterans, and they are absolutely perfect for saving their lives, and they are also the least losses now.

The headquarters of the Tomahawk has arrived on a ship, and Chekov at this time already knows what is happening, and the performance on the battlefield has also reached his ears, and the intended successor of the Tomahawk is already desperate, the strength of the Hand of God is invincible for them.

"I'm stupid, I'm, I'm stupid, you know? Anev, you're stupid too. Chekov laughed self-deprecatingly.

(I don't know the Russian language, how to scold people, I feel like this is okay, don't mind, Xiao Wu thinks they will scold like this.) ）

Anev closed his eyes, any conspiracy and trickery are vulnerable in the face of absolute strength, his resourcefulness is unparalleled, assisting Chekov to gain a firm foothold in Canada, but at this time he also feels powerless.

Chased all the way, twenty minutes later, all the Vancouver Tomahawk members fled to the port, people from several directions looked at each other, and then they felt bad, and the members of the Kirin Society who slowed down their pace and pursued made them all have a sense of despair, it turned out that they had been running for their lives and had been the object of toy.

Chekov, who was almost middle-aged, seemed to be more than ten years old at this time, and looked sadly at the members of the dock who only had 3,000 people left, as well as the members of the Kirin Society who were quietly on the periphery, which made him feel like he was at the end of the road.

Of the more than 20,000 Tomahawk members, there are now 3,000 people left, and there is no need to think that those people are already dead, twenty minutes, nearly 20,000 people, an average of fifteen deaths per second, such a blow makes him unbearable.

There was a wordless silence, everyone was silent, Chekov stood on the bow of the ship and looked ahead, not that he didn't want to escape, the figures floating in the sky hit him hard in the heart. In any case, he could never have imagined that the Qilin would be so powerful. Turning his gaze to the tall figures carrying heavy guns, he knew that he had been defeated, but he was unwilling, how could there be such a powerful person in the world, and such a powerful force.

An extended Lincoln slowly drove into the dock, passed through the team of 3,000 people, stopped at the edge of the dock, the door was opened, and Liu Ming, who was wearing a trench coat, walked down slowly, under the sun, the silver badge on his chest was folded and dazzling.

"I've seen the War King. All the members smacked their chests and bowed.

"Excuse me. Liu Ming waved his hand. Then he looked at Chekov on the boat not far away.

"Tomahawk Chekov, introduce yourself, the Hand of God Qilin Society, the War King Liu Ming. "As a war king, he has his own arrogance, the so-called migration of qi and the transfer of the body, he is the king of war, he gives orders, and the power on his body is getting heavier and heavier, standing there at this time is a sun, and it is difficult not to attract attention.

"Hello, King Liu Zhan. Chekov spoke, his voice hoarse, withered. "I don't know what Liu Zhanwang will do with us. At this time, Chekov had no courage, no strength to resist, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart that the man in front of him would be able to spare himself or other members.

"My hometown is in the Northeast, but if you push forward a hundred years, it seems to be a place called Hailan Pao, and in your place it is called Blagoveshchensk, when I was a child, I remember my grandfather saying how his mother drowned, how many uncles and uncles, grandfather's were shot, and you said I could let you go. Liu Ming sneered.

What peace, what forgiveness, that is incompetent to say, no strength to say, for the Chinese government he did not say wrong, not strong and not hard to do with others, but now he has this confidence, for the ancestors, for those tragic compatriots, to seek justice, he does not feel that there is no humanity, what cruelty, this is his patriotic sentiment of a Chinese people. It's just a tribute to the souls of our ancestors.

Chekov felt bad when he heard Liu Ming's words, because most of the Tomahawk people were of Tsarist descent. Also got the Tsar's treasure.

"Kill them all, and leave no one behind. Liu Ming waved his hand, turned his head and got into the car with a calm expression.

Waiting for the car to leave the dock, the continuous gunshots echoed in Liu Ming's ears, listening to the screams, he couldn't bear it, but his grandfather's expression of missing his mother, regret, and gritting his teeth made him remember it deeply when he was a child. A hundred years of hatred for an old man over a hundred years old, he felt that he had done nothing wrong.

"Leave 20,000 men behind, and the rest go south, and we're going to fight in Mexico. Liu Ming said after a while.

The car disappeared at the end of the road.

(I'm injured, it's not easy to yard with one hand, ask for a recommendation!)