Chapter 505

This time I came to fight in handler forest, the boxer king had a bad time.

Among the three mercenary groups invited by the "organizer", although the number of white shark mercenaries is not the largest (only 18), the equipment is the best and the strength is the strongest.

At the beginning, when he received the invitation from the organizer, the boxer emperor was very dissatisfied with the fact that the organizer invited them as well as the other two garbage mercenary groups (in his eyes, the other two mercenaries are garbage). He felt that it was a shame to go out to perform tasks with those people.

It has to be said that people in that country, in addition to the inborn shortness of men, have a super sense of superiority in any other field.

However, the boss of white shark mercenary group is Smith.

Smith, a Scotsman, has a far more strategic vision than the boxer King: the organizer offers such a high price, but he is absolutely bullying the weak, with extremely low risk and making a lot of money. Only a fool will not accept it.

He doesn't care if the white shark Legion can perform well in this mission, such as being called "Optimus jade pillar" by the organizers.

He only cares about whether he has enough money. The less dangerous it is, the better it will be. It's better to be an audience and clap his hands.

After Smith led the team to handler forest, according to the requirements of the organizer, he took his legion into his position and waited for the fish to take the bait.

Before the battle started, Smith got the news that the enemy was about 50 people. According to the information provided by the organizer, it was likely that he was an elite Chinese agent.

Just learned that the other party is a Chinese agent, Smith's blue eyes also stagnated.

As the boss of white shark mercenary in Africa, Smith certainly heard of the sharpness of Chinese agents.

In fact, most of his staff know that.

I didn't expect to fight with the Chinese agents. Smith frowned and felt that the business was not as simple as he had imagined.

However, when he saw thousands of fanatics and the other two mercenaries, his fear soon disappeared: even if the Chinese agents were as good as the legendary ones, so what? Don't forget they're 50 against thousands!

Sure enough, as Smith expected, after the battle started, although the enemy made the fastest response immediately after the attack, and achieved certain results, those fateful fanatics, like moths to the fire, pressed on one after another.

Although there are at least seven or eight fanatics to fight off a Chinese agent, half an hour after the battle, Smith was relieved: the battle is basically over.

According to the current way that the fanatics trade their lives for their lives, unless the 50 Chinese agents are the transformers who can't fight, they will be finished sooner or later.

An hour before the battle started, the white shark army was like a snake hidden in the grass, quietly waiting for the best time.

There is no doubt that Smith's tactics are correct, avoiding unnecessary casualties.

Only a few people, such as the emperor of boxing, complained that they could not fight and kill happily.

Just like the island people, the Chinese people's special enemies, the peace loving island people also hope to give the Chinese people a fatal blow at an appropriate time.

Smith said with a smile: "my dear friend, please keep your patience and keep your energy. Because it won't be long before you have a chance to show your strength. "

Sure enough, after more than half an hour, don't surround the enemy heavily within half a square kilometer, and they were forced to start a scuffle.

So the white sharks, and the other two, moved.

On the one hand, they are Chinese agents who have been fighting hard for more than an hour and pay a little price when breaking through the heavy encirclement.

On the other hand, there are hundreds of professional mercenaries who are full of vigor and vitality. At the beginning of the scuffle, the battlefield is almost one-sided. In a few minutes, there are seven or eight Chinese agents lying dead on the spot.

After the well-equipped professional mercenaries joined, the fanatics, who were already in large numbers, became more and more crazy. They were like fish in water, shouting and shouting. Almost a dozen people surrounded and killed an enemy.

Such a result is conceivable.

"A bunch of dementia!"

During the fighting, the boxer king, who especially likes close combat, saw five or six fanatics encircling a Chinese agent, chopping off the enemy's head, cutting open his stomach, forming a circle, dancing hand in hand, and murmuring a curse.

But then, as soon as his eyes were fixed, he rushed into the Bush, raised his hand and grabbed a seriously injured Chinese agent. In the strange cry, his fist hit him in the face!

Bang - the solid head of human being was smashed by the emperor of boxing!

Thousands of peach blossoms bloom miserably.

Holding up the corpse of the enemy with one hand, like a human bear, the boxer raised his head to the sky and roared: "ah!"

The roar of the emperor of boxing attracted the attention of others.

Those fanatics dancing around the corpses were stunned to see this behind the scenes.

The two Chinese agents who fought to break through the siege nearby, when they saw that their companions had died so miserably, were all splitting their eyes, roaring and rushing back here - but they were surrounded by more fanatics and soon disappeared in the crowd.

"A group of sick men!"

With a sneer and a flick of his right hand, the 70 kilogram corpse was thrown to a nearby tree by him and then fell to the ground.

He felt that he was the God of war in the whole battlefield, invincible!

Unfortunately, there are too few enemies to let him have a good time. He can only clap his hands on his chest and express his dissatisfaction by roaring up to the sky.

Bang!

When the boxer gorilla was beating his heart like that, he felt the strong wind coming from the back of his head. He bent down subconsciously and stamped his foot on his shoulder, which made him stagger several meters away.

Suddenly a turn around, boxing emperor anger open eyes, saw a burly Asian man.

This man, with a face as firm as a knife and axe, is half a head higher than him, just like a God coming down to earth.

But his whole body blood, as if from the plasma fished out like, eyes with monstrous hatred, but maintain a frightening calm.

This must be the leader of the enemy!

At the moment of seeing this man, the boxer immediately felt his identity, and his whole body was excited. He raised his hand to block the fanatics who wanted to rush up, and said in a proud voice: "he is my drop!"

Most of the fanatics were obedient to stop, but a few directly ignored the boxer's words: pinch, why is he yours? If we can catch this guy alive, it's a great credit!

A huge fanatic threw away his AK-47 rifle, pulled out his dagger, and roared at the man first!

"Yours, dead, dead!"

In a rage, the boxer leaped forward, raised his hand and grabbed the Fanatic's shoulder. He pulled his left hand into a claw, which was forced into his stomach, grabbed his liver, kidney and intestines, and yanked it out!

The huge fanatic screamed and died immediately.

"Who dares to come up?"

The boxer used the corpse to the ground and looked at other fanatics coldly.

Those fierce fanatics who were not afraid of death during the encirclement and suppression of Chinese agents shivered and subconsciously retreated: although they were not afraid of death, they did not want to die under the boxer emperor.

When the fanatics saw the cat like trembling, they made the boxer very happy. With a sneer, they stretched out their right index finger and hooked the Chinese man who seemed to be standing unsteadily, signaling him to come up!

Under the gaze of many fanatics, the Chinese, who suffered at least seven or eight injuries and suffered serious blood loss, bit his teeth hard, but raised his left little finger to hook the boxer, then slowly turned down.

Insult. It's an insult to the boxer king chiguoguo. He's so hurt that he dares to insult the powerful enemy. If he doesn't tear himself to pieces, how can he be worthy of the boxer King's reputation?

The emperor of boxing was furious, and his body soared up in the roar, smashing at the man like a bullfight.

The emperor of boxing wants to tear off the enemy's little finger, pick out his disdainful eyes, tear his heart, liver and lungs, and make him a crippled ghost!

When the boxer smashed it like a bullfight, the man, who was injured in many places and was standing in the same place, also roared and rushed towards the boxer.

Bang!

In a collision like the collision of Mars with the earth, many enthusiasts around us subconsciously retreated.

The boxer also stepped back, three steps back.

The man stepped back six or seven steps, then opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fool can also see that in this collision, the boxer won, because the other side retreated several steps more than him, and vomited blood.

But the emperor was not the slightest joy, but more fury: the enemy is in the case of multiple injuries, even with him!

What does this prove?

It can only prove that if the Chinese had not suffered so many injuries, the boxer king would never have been an opponent.

Even, in the moment when they collided with each other, they could easily break the boxer's neck!

The boxer king, who has always been proud of the world, suffered serious damage to his self-esteem. As a result, his eyes turned red, and he screamed and jumped up again.

This time, he pulled out his usual samurai sword.

He wants to cut this enemy into pieces.

In that way, we can vent his hatred!

However, just as the emperor of boxing, holding a samurai sword in both hands, rushed to the enemy with overwhelming momentum, the Chinese turned dexterously and rushed directly into the Bush behind him.

"Coward, * *, the pig of East Asia, sick man of Asia, have the ability to come out and fight with me, what?"

The enemy's escape without fighting almost made the boxer mad. With his bright samurai sword, he slashed hard at the bush.

But the man, like a little bee flying into the garden and a dragon swimming back to the sea, disappeared inexplicably after plunging into the bushes.

The boxer emperor was extremely angry. After searching a large area of bushes, he was just like an old woman who had been beaten by 30 black brothers all night. He scolded endlessly, and finally spread his anger on the corpse whose head was smashed by him. He chopped it down one by one until the corpse was cut into meat sauce.

Since then, the boxer emperor has looked down upon the Chinese people even more: if you can't fight, you'll run away. What is one of the most elite agents in the world?

But he didn't seem to think that the enemy was not only injured in many places, but also showed his Samurai Sword - the Chinese retreated, just didn't want to sacrifice in vain.

"Sick man of East Asia, shameless Chinaman! * *!

In the next few days, the boxer emperor never saw that man again. He had to use these two words all the time to vent his dissatisfaction, even in the vigil.