Chapter 393

Yang Qiu stood at commander Leng's door for more than an hour until it was dark and all the lights in the corridor were on. The door of the office still didn't open.

He still didn't look upset at all.

Even the two guards around him were shocked.

It's definitely not easy for an untrained ordinary person to stand still.

The guard of the shift change came to replace the two before they left. When the other party left, he took a deep look.

A few minutes later, there was a dull sound of footsteps in the stairs.

Dong Dong!

With the sound of these footsteps, there was a sharp breath coming in from the stairs.

The neat and incomparable footsteps came with a violent spirit, which made the two guards squint their eyes, but Yang Qiu still didn't move.

Of course they know these people. They are the top soldiers of the special combat regiment and the real king of soldiers.

A total of ten strong men, wearing military boots, camouflage pants and camouflage vests, with bronze muscles cast in steel, give people a strong sense of impact.

Just from the figure, we can see that these guys are extremely powerful characters one by one.

Their steps are unified, like beating drums, but their movements are like tigers preying on them, with a sense of forest.

Of course, Yang Qiu knows that this is the real power to get off the horse.

Sure enough, the strong man who led the team walked directly in front of him and stared at him with disdainful eyes, which was extremely fierce.

The other party didn't speak, he didn't speak, and let the other party look at him up and down with that kind of fierce eyes.

The strong man suddenly made a threatening action. He thought Yang Qiu would dodge or be afraid, but he didn't expect Yang Qiu to even move his eyes.

With the eyes of the other strong men, they also became sharp. In the corridor, the atmosphere gradually solidified. At this time, Yang Qiu gently took a breath, looked at each other and said with a smile:

"Hello, excuse me, are you looking for me?"

The strong man stepped back two steps, then moved his body, and a crackling sound like fried beans sounded in the corridor.

"Boy, fight with me. If you win me, you are qualified to enter this place!"

Yang Qiu smiled faintly and shook his head. The strong man stared at Yang Qiu with a cold look and said contemptuously:

"So seedless? Dare you come here? Younger martial sister, do you dare to bubble? I don't know what to do! "

Yang Qiu couldn't help laughing and said faintly:

"It's not that I don't fight you. I'm afraid you'll lose!"

As soon as Yang Qiu said this, an extremely powerful murderous spirit suddenly rose on the ten strong men of the other party.

What a powerful murderous spirit!!

Rage, like substance, is faintly stronger than the members of the Dragon spurs reserve team.

Yang Qiu finally had a smile in her eyes.

He nodded to the strong man and said:

"Come on, find a place to play with you."

The strong man stared at him, his murderous spirit slowly receded, and then said coldly:

"It's downstairs. Let's go!"

With that, the ten strong men turned directly downstairs. Yang Qiu smiled and followed up.

Hardly had he walked out of the door when he froze.

A huge open space in front of the headquarters building was brightly lit, just like day, but it was full of people.

They are very neat in rows and pairs, like tofu pieces, and they are camouflage vests, special combat boots and twisted muscles. Obviously, these guys are powerful special forces.

Look at the number of these people, at least not less than one regiment.

Yang Qiu got a lot of information from Qin Zong. It must be one of the two trumps in commander Leng's hand.

Where's his guard?

Any member of the special combat group is a top soldier in other group armies, and can be called the king of soldiers. Not only the strength of individual soldiers is extremely outstanding, but also the strength of cooperative operation is terrible. In those years, general Leng could defeat a class a division with the strength of a regiment, relying on his regiment.

The invincible regiment was brought into the garrison of Gyeonggi by him. It was divided into two and became a special combat regiment and a guard regiment.

The garrison of Gyeonggi has many privileges and even dares to snatch excellent top soldiers with dragon thorn.

Of course, the status and strength of dragon thorn can't be compared by any special force.

In the silence, nearly 3000 strong men stare at you with disdain, pride and even violent eyes. What will you feel?

Obviously, the ten strong men who began to go upstairs were the backbone of the more than 3000 people, probably the company commander and battalion commander. They stood in a row one by one. They were burly and energetic. Their eyes were cold and violent, revealing a momentum of indomitable progress, and even the ferocity of killing without blinking an eye.

The strong man who first talked to Yang Qiu stood proudly in front of everyone. Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to Yang Qiu. He didn't speak loudly, but he was full of gas:

"Such a guy still wants to take our military flowers away? Do you promise? "

At the same time, three thousand strong men stretched themselves straight and roared, which made the headquarters building tremble:

"Roll!!"

Upstairs, in commander Leng's office, the head of the special combat regiment suddenly giggled. The head of the guard was also wary, while Zeng Shan, who disappeared, stood aside and looked at the screen in front of him and said nothing. Leng Aoxue sat coldly on the sofa, with a pair of slender long legs directly on the sofa and said disdainfully:

"Looking for abuse!"

The two regiments immediately turned their heads and looked at her:

"Sister, you can't destroy your prestige like this!"

Leng Aoxue smiled coldly and said proudly:

"You have the ability to let you three thousand people go together and see if you can win him!"

The two regiments shivered all over and looked at Leng Aoxue unbelievably. Leng Aoxue's eyes were cold ice.

At this time, downstairs, the strong man turned around, looked at Yang Qiu coldly and said:

"Boy, if you don't get out, fight. I'll beat you out!"

The ground was big enough. Yang Qiu walked slowly down, stepped on the ground with her feet, then casually went there, waved to the strong man and said:

"Come on, I only use one finger."

Yang Qiu's attitude made 3000 special forces on the scene breathe suddenly, and the violent murderous spirit rushed towards Yang Qiu.

The strong man's pupils suddenly shrunk and made a sudden effort.

A gust of wind came out of his feet. This guy was the sharpest and direct attack of the special forces.

The strong man's speed reached the extreme, and even his body brought out a faint residual shadow under the light.

The distance between him and Yang Qiu was at least ten meters, but the other party seemed to step in front of Yang Qiu in one step. The fist the size of a bowl smashed into Yang Qiu's head.