Super Special Forces King

Chapter 506

506、

"boom!"

The orc used his chest to resist the hard military boots of the dancing boy, his face showed severe pain with grinning teeth, but his body grabbed it with a saber on the side.

He now dare not to have any contempt for the dancer who looks thin relative to himself, knowing that if he doesn't use weapons, he is definitely not the opponent with the butterfly knife!

The choreographer's heart was even more sneer. He had not only one chance to kill the orc, but he didn't take his life.

Although it is necessary to make the matter big and fierce enough, there must be no lives, otherwise the matter will reach the point where it cannot end.

Only by mastering the scale can you achieve your goal.

The orc took the saber on the table ‘as he wished’ and held it in his palm, with the horizontal knife on his chest.

Looking fiercely at the dancer, his chest still aching, he said viciously: "Old Pu! I'm going to kill you!"

"Huh!" The dancer snorted disdainfully, and said: "Want to kill me? Just using your mouth is not good, and you want to kill me, that is a wishful thinking!"

Hearing his provocative words, the orc became more and more angry, roared, and slashed directly at the dancer's head with his saber!

The blade is sharp, cold and fierce, and the orc has a murderous heart, leaving no hands.

One inch long and one inch strong, the butterfly knife in the hands of the dancer no longer has any advantage. He did not greet him, but backed away!

The tip of the knife almost wiped the tip of the dancer's nose and chopped it down. If the dancer's movements were even slower for the first half of a minute, he might be kicked!

In a dangerous situation, the gigolo's expression does not change.

After too much life and death, he has long been able to do nothing to change, the more dangerous the situation, the more able to maintain absolute calmness and make the most correct judgment.

Just when the orc’s old power was gone and the new power was not born, the backing body of the dancer stopped abruptly, the sole of the foot suddenly broke out of the ground with the force of fear, and the body burst forward.

The toes point on the orc's wrist, and the latter screamed, feeling that his wrist bone was almost broken and the saber flew away.

The choreographer won the power and refused to give up, his body rushed, his knees slammed against the orc's nerve-filled jaw.

The orc's sturdy and huge body flew upside down like a broken kite, directly smashing the wooden door to pieces, his body twitched and collapsed to the ground, and the person was still unconscious.

The sound of fighting has already caught the attention of the mercenaries in the dormitory next door. They walked out of the dormitory and saw the orc lying in a coma in the corridor.

Scattered sawdust from the wooden door was still scattered around him. Looking into the dormitory, he saw Lao Pu sitting on the bed casually, smoking a cigarette in his mouth.

The choreographer didn't even raise his head to look outside. He knew someone would come soon, and all he had to do was wait.

Without asking him to wait too long, Scarface walked in after hearing the news with a gloomy face.

The choreographer raised his head, looking at him sullenly but did not speak.

It was that with a grinning smile, he used a sharp dagger across the wounds on his face. Although he didn't care about his appearance, this hatred could not be counted after all, but it is not the time to reckon.

Take revenge, don't worry, you will have a good chat with him about "life" and "ideal".

Scarface stared at the dancer, and after a moment he said gloomily: "What's the matter? Don't you know the internal rules of the mercenary group that infighting is not allowed?"

"Know!" The choreographer said calmly: "It was him who did it first! And I have been merciful, otherwise he would not fall into a coma in the corridor now, but a cold corpse."

Hearing this, Scarface knew he could do it.

It is more difficult to knock a person into a coma than to kill one! Moreover, after the orc was unconscious, he could easily take his life.

"why?"

The choreographer looked away from the scarred face in front of him, looked at the mercenaries standing at the door of the dormitory, and said with a sneer: "I'm afraid this is not the place to talk now, right?"

Scarface didn't look back, and said coldly: "Take it away!"

As soon as his voice fell, two mercenaries with a rigid face walked in from outside.

The choreographer had seen both of them, and both of them were in charge of torture by Scarfaced henchmen. When they first entered the blood wolf mercenary group and were tortured, there were also these two people.

The two mercenaries who walked in were all loaded with live ammunition, and walked in front of the dancer, with the muzzle against him.

Scarface walked to the door of the dormitory with a gloomy face, and gloomily glanced at the mercenaries standing in the corridor watching the excitement. All of the mercenaries suddenly returned to their dormitory with their heads drooping.

The choreographer stood up, and as Scarface walked out of the dormitory, the two mercenaries behind him always put their guns on his back.

The choreographer is very honest, because he understands that as long as he makes a slight change, the two behind him will pull the trigger without hesitation.

As for the orc who fell unconscious on the ground, naturally someone would deal with it soon, so the choreographer did not care about him.

As Scarface walked into the torture chamber, the gigolo sat down.

In the dark and gloomy room, Scarface was sitting in the gloomy corner, making it difficult to see his expression.

"Now can I say it? What the **** is going on?"

"The thing is because the orcs are unruly. I'm afraid he will hurt me, so I want him to keep his mouth honest!" The dancer said according to the lines that he had already thought of.

"Irregular?" Scarface said: "In detail, don't hide anything."

"Some time ago, the orcs and I went to Rwanda to perform a mission. According to what I meant, I completed the mission as soon as possible and returned to the station. Don't have any extravagance. But the orcs can't control their lower body and must go to the bar to play." The dancer said calmly.

"Playing with women? Where were you when he was playing with women?" Scarface asked in a cold voice, grasping the point.

The choreographer had already figured out that he wanted to ask this question, and said, "I'm sitting in the lobby of the bar and wait until he comes out." After a little pause, he sneered twice, and said sarcastically: " After the orc wakes up, you can ask him, presumably with your means, it should be easy to get what you want to know from his mouth."

Under the torture of Scarface, I am afraid that few people can guarantee not to tell the secret, at least the orcs are not among them.

Scarface obviously didn't let the sarcasm of the dancer into his ears, and his body suddenly came out of the shadows.

The hideous face almost stuck to the face of the dancer, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Is this all your design?"

"My design? Isn't this a joke? I want to play with the idea that women are orcs, bars are found by orcs, and women are played by orcs. You said it was my design?" The dancer did not back down, his eyes blazing. Scarface stared at his speech and asked.

Scarface obviously did not see any flaws in the dancer's expression, and his body shrank back into the shadows, and said coldly: "I will get the answer from the orc's mouth as it goes through! But before that, I can only I'm wronged you stay in the confinement room! Come, take away!"