Super Special Forces King

Chapter 505 Target Blood Wolf Mercenary Group (20)

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Zhang Feng returned to the station alone, preparing to conduct special training on the two special forces of black and white impermanence, so as to minimize the casualties in the battle with the blood wolf mercenary group.

At this time, in the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps, the dancer was lying on the hard board in the barracks.

The mercenary dormitory of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group is a room for two people, and his roommate is the orc who had just returned from Rwanda after completing the mission with him.

The first time they came back, they had already reported the situation in the urban area of ​​Rwanda to Beverly Qi, the head of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps, and his confidant scarred his face.

Because of the existence of the orcs, the gigolo did not conceal anything. There is a lot of movement in the Rwandan government army's garrison. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the government army will have to make a big move in the near future. impossible.

Hearing this news, Beverly looked a little ugly. He didn't say much on the spot, but asked the gigolo and the orc to go back to rest.

After the dancing boy and the orc left, Beverly looked gloomy at Scarface beside him, and said coldly: Scarface, what do you think?

"It seems that the Rwandan government forces under Manfred's control are bound to act, but I don't know if it is against us? It may also be against the rebels."

Beverly got up in the chair, and shook his head gloomily.

"There is no movement from the rebels, and there will be no actions against Rwanda in the near future, so the government's changes will definitely not be related to the rebels."

The reason why he said this is because the blood wolf mercenary group once accepted the employment of the anti-government armed forces. Although it is now over, the former employment relationship still keeps both parties in touch.

Seeing Scarface did not speak, Beverly continued and said: We have to guard against the actions of the Rwandan government forces controlled by Manfred for the time being or not. In this way, all our secret sentries are released, the scope is expanded, and our vigilance is heightened.

"I understand, captain," Scarface said in a deep voice.

When Scarface walked out of the room, Beverly began to draw a Brazilian cigar from the drawer and smoked it on his mouth.

In the smoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold, murderous light burst out of his stern eyes.

The blood wolf mercenary group's resident has a huge underground gold mine, so he can't let anyone get involved here!

In order to ensure that this news was not leaked, the brothers who founded the mercenary group with him were killed by various means by him, leaving only a taciturn but absolutely loyal Scarface.

Now the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps is threatened by the Rwandan government forces. Such a thing is absolutely not tolerated by Beverly.

After a little hesitation, Beverly picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number.

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Although he has returned to the station from Rwanda, the orc has obviously not recovered from the charm of the woman in the bar.

Lying on the bed with a sturdy body, he said to the dancer who was lying on the opposite bed with two butterfly knives in his hands and said: Old Pu, when do you think we have a chance to go to Rwanda?

"What?" The dancer raised his eyebrows, sneered twice, and said: What? You can't forget that woman, right?

"What's so special, Lao Pu, you don't know how good the woman is. She almost twisted Lao Tzu's waist. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk." Said, the orc's Harazi was about to drip down.

The dancer sneered, criss-crossing scars on his face twisted together, still trembling slightly, like a centipede crawling on his face, extremely hideous.

"Orc, it's best for you to keep your mouth under control. If you let the people above hear it, it doesn't matter if you die, don't hurt me, you know?" When he said this, the smile on the dancer's face was early It has disappeared, his voice is extremely gloomy, and his expression is even more hideous.

During the mission, going out to pick up girls in the bar, such a thing is absolutely not forbidden in the blood wolf mercenary group.

Feeling the undisguised murderousness of the dancer, the orc was obviously taken aback.

The ordinary old Pu smiled, but he didn't expect to have such a terrifying side.

But after another thought, the dazed expression suddenly changed to anger.

"How do you talk to me? Lao Pu, are you itchy, wanting Lao Tzu to loosen your skin."

As he said, the orc sat up from the bed, looking fiercely at the dancing man, with provocation in his eyes.

The choreographer was lying on the bed expressionlessly, his nails being repaired with a sharp butterfly knife, and he said, not salty or mild: Orc, talk to me politely, otherwise I don't mind fixing you well.

"Fak squid!"

The orc was very nervous, cursed, and slammed his fist at the dancer.

"Give you a face, don't you want it?"

The dancer slapped his palm on the bed, and with the help of the force of the shock, he rushed up.

Seeing that his fist was about to hit his face, one side of his body dodged. The body even got into the orc's arms, and his shoulders slammed into the orc's chest.

Caught off guard, the orc felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his body choked back three steps.

Gaining power and not forgiving, the choreographer followed, and his toes hit the orc's knee. The latter was extremely painful, and his body lowered subconsciously.

At this time, the dancing man's butterfly knife also swiped towards his throat.

The boss of the orc's eyes was staring, and his body fell backwards suddenly.

The sharp blade of the butterfly knife almost rubbed his throat, bringing out a shallow blood stain.

The orc who fell on the ground kicked the dancing man in front of him with one foot and quickly got up from the ground.

Reached out and touched his neck, there was warmth, and when he lowered his head, there was crimson blood in his palm.

The corners of his mouth twitched and looked at the dancing man, with a fierce light in his eyes.

He didn't put the dancer in his eyes at all, because he was too thin relative to himself. If it weren't for his care, he would never have the opportunity to hurt himself.

"I will kill you, and then throw your body into the jungle to feed the beasts!"

"Really? Just rely on you? A joke!" The dancer's mouth sneered with disdain.

But in my heart, I secretly thought: It seems that we need to make the noise a little bigger, the more lively the better!

The orc looked at the slender butterfly knife in the hands of the dancer, and finally his eyes stopped on his saber on the table.

The choreographer also sensed what kind of abacus he was going to make, holding two swords in his hand, and rushing to the orc directly to kill him, without giving him a chance to take a saber.

The sharp and slender butterfly knife stabbed at the vital point of the orc's body extremely fast.

The orc was entangled, and for a time there was no chance to pick up the saber that was close at hand.