Chapter 1501

His name is Ma Jian. At the age of 23, he can become an intermediate cadre in the insect group. His strength and means are naturally superior to others.

Now the waist token he is holding tightly in his hand is strange in material and pattern, but there is one thing that can't be wrong. This lifelike pattern is indeed a strange insect!

The young guard chief ran out of the well defended central building and went out of the gate. He frowned and looked around anxiously. A young boy with a green face immediately came into his eyes. Except for the boy who stayed in the pavilion at the entrance of the building, there was no other stranger nearby!

"Young man, did you bring this thing?"

Xiaohang sits on the wooden bench in the pavilion and looks at Ma Jian coming towards him. He looks a little anxious. When Ma Jian comes to him, he almost nods without hesitation and blurts out: "Captain Wei! I brought this fast waist token! "

Ma Jian couldn't help but squint his eyes. The power full of strong personal breath came out. He looked at Xiaohang and waved his left hand in the air. A layer of black diaphragm covering the whole pavilion just flashed for a moment, then he disappeared in the air.

"Young man, how did you get this waist token? Can you tell me more about it? It's a big matter related to the leader, so don't be afraid of trouble. Tell me every detail. "

Ma Jian patted Xiaohang on the shoulder and sat next to him on the wooden chair in the pavilion.

Xiaohang, who is still a little pale, tries to recall his horrible experience, which is so bloody that it almost becomes his nightmare. The Sharp Machete big brother of Mahua is shot to death by a thousand needles. The captain Zhang Niu's five fingers are smashed and his left eye is corroded. Finally, he is still cut to the neck.

Xiaohang with a kind of anger to the extreme, just like a cuckoo crying blood tone, put the failure of the ambush in place from the beginning, everything to the side of Ma Jian.

"Yes While listening, Ma Jian nodded carefully. A ten minute ambush at most, because of the patient elaboration of every detail, it took more than 40 minutes to tell the whole story.

Ma Jian, who nodded to listen, patted his arm sympathetically and handed him an extraordinary pill from the storage ring.

"No matter what, the deceased has already died. As the only surviving member of this team, you always have to shoulder more things. From tomorrow on, you will be incorporated into Lao Wang's task force. Only when your strength increases can you have the hope of self-protection and revenge.

If you attack for more than ten miles, the inner government has already broken down. Take this pill and go to the clinic to have a good rest. I'll take the rest! "

Xiao hang, holding the pill in his palm, is red in his eyes. After a few moments, he still holds back his tears and nods. He wants to say that he is not afraid of death. Even if he kills Zhou Ying who killed the captain by suicide, he is willing to.

But the cruel doomsday let him understand that the strength is too low, sometimes not even the qualification of burning jade!

"Hum!" Ma Jian waves to lift the diaphragm barrier, comforts Xiaohang a few words, and then turns to leave and walks toward the central building. He holds the waist tag, and his narrow eyes emit two cold lights.

Nowadays, he is anxious in the war, and at least a dozen people die every day. He has always been indifferent to life, but it's about the organization and the leader. What's Zhou Ying? He wants to see people alive and dead!

"Give me an order. The center is on first level alert! All members of the task force will cancel their rotation and patrol continuously for 24 hours in five teams! "