American Manga God

Most of Laomei's soldiers have the idea of ​​Laozi being the best in the world.

He used to be a general, and his nostrils were turned upside down, and his eyes only looked at the Lord above his head.

Since there is a religious force that is too powerful to be provoked by black water, I assure this Stephen Mumei that he is not a murderer or something, and Baka also doesn't believe that a US imperial gold-collar person with both hands disabled in a car accident has the ability to kill him. With his own people, when he couldn't find another place to vent his anger, Baka began to focus on finding enemies.

I have to say that Mei Mumu's talent for drawing is pretty good.

With that seven-point scan, and the name Casillas, it only took Baka half an hour to find out who Casillas was.

Baka gave an order viciously: "All the brothers in the Asian branch who are not on duty go on standby. I'm going to find this bastard, put Nick and Douglas's **** cards in his eyes, and tell him - it's not him in Blackwater. I can mess with it!"

Things got interesting.

Heishui didn't even know that this was a pit dug by some unscrupulous bastard.

But Casillas didn't expect the power of modern technology to be so sharp. Perhaps, this is the common problem of all the disciples of ancient secret sects who play magic. They are not primitive people, and their long-term training in ancient mysterious magic has made their sensitivity to new era technology relatively low.

Unluckily, he and his followers were spotted at New Delhi Airport by the airport's facial recognition system.

"Boss, I found these bastards!" A signal soldier shouted.

"Are we there?" Baka suddenly came to his senses.

"The Night Owl Squadron happens to be at the airport. And the airport security check is all ours."

The screen switched quickly, and in the video, Baka saw a rebellious Casillas, and couldn't help but scolded: "Damn it, Asan, the airport security work is so insane, how can you let outsiders enter the cargo area so easily? Forget it, Night Owl Squadron, get out! Cut off that **** for me and bring it back."

Three standard five-man squads were passing in a tactical formation through the corridors of the cargo-packed warehouse area.

Originally, they were ready to fly to any corner of Asia, ready to clean up those guys who dared to offend Blackwater.

The ghost knew that the other party actually swaggered in front of his eyes.

This is like hunting, and the prey hits the muzzle of the gun by itself.

Of course, they have many questions about this mission.

"Hey! Did you hear it? That guy Douglas's skull was completely cut in two! This is not a human method, right?"

"High-speed cutting? Or laser weapons flowing out of New York?"

"Damn, it's not aliens. We're not the Avengers." A mercenary whispered.

"Fart! In the field survey, there are human footprints. The Zetaris don't wear shoes."

"Shut up! The opponent is obviously good at melee combat, and it should be a guy like a monk. Everyone, be vigilant."

Although he became a mercenary and retired, the years of training of the military's special forces made them immediately vigilant as soon as they entered the war zone.

The five advance in standard tactical group formation.

The three tactical teams were less than fifty meters away from each other, covering each other and touching the target deep in the warehouse area.

Outside the warehouse, two groups of snipers and observers had already occupied their firing positions, and they had an unobstructed view of the entire warehouse area.

Further afield, one group of the fire support team sat in a modified bulletproof pickup on standby, another group even mounted a mortar behind another pickup...

The squadron leader of Night Owl Squadron is called Martin Pedro, a burly black man. Because of his ruthless fighting style, and his secretive and silent actions, his code name is Owl.

He was full of doubts about this mission, such as the photo of his comrade-in-arms's head that was perfectly split on both sides, which made him doubtful.

You must know that Nick and Douglas had guns at the time, but they hung up without even opening their holsters.

Doubt is one thing.

Executing orders is another matter.

Pure militarized management makes the people of Blackwater born out of ordinary mercenary organizations.

With prudence, he loosened the squad's tactical formation.

The weapon of a modern soldier is a gun, if the opponent is a melee master with high-speed dash ability. Then marching in a tight formation, once the opponent breaks into the melee distance, the entire team will be finished.

Martin gave a final command: "Remember, if you find that the opponent is rushing into the melee distance, other people don't hesitate to shoot flat. Our people all have body armor, and most of them can't kill themselves. But hand-to-hand combat is likely to be lost."

Just in the movement of small steps, the three tactical teams came to the door of the warehouse where the target was located this time.

Xiao made a gesture, and the other team members immediately stood on both sides of the gate and prepared to break in.

I have to say, this broken warehouse at the airport sucks. Although the walls of the warehouse are of reinforced concrete structure, the gate is only a thin layer of iron. One of the team members nearly clattered because the spear hit the gate, but at the last moment he grabbed his own gun. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Listen to my password, three...two..." When Martin hadn't counted 'one', he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Sure enough!

Just when a mercenary raised his foot and was about to kick the broken door open, Martin heard a crisp sound, although the sound was very small.

But with years of combat experience, plus the amazing intuition he had trained on the battlefield, Martin still reacted.

"Lie down!" He didn't know what it was, but since that voice sounded at everyone's waist, whoever was still standing would be doomed to bad luck.

He didn't know what it was, but saw an invisible sharp blade slashed through the concrete wall at least twenty centimeters behind, making a sweeping sweep with a wide range.

If it wasn't for the huge amount of rubble carried by the invisible blade, Martin couldn't even see that it was translucent.

"Ah—" screams sounded.

The four mercenaries who were staying on both sides of the gate were cut in half by the middle on the spot.

Of course, Baka, who was operating remotely, heard the screams from the walkie-talkie. Looking at the tactical camera mounted on the mercenary's helmet, the picture suddenly turned from normal vision, and finally reflected the situation on the ground, no need to ask to know that something was wrong.

Baka immediately asked the situation through the walkie-talkie: "Ye Owl No. 1! No. 2 Night Owl No. 3! Report the situation. Repeat, report the situation. Who! Who else is alive? The Eye of the Night Owl (Sniper Team)! What happened?"

In the communication came the exclamations of the sniper team observers: "Sir! Hell! Ye Xiaoxiao 1, 2, and 3 are all destroyed! What the **** is that! God! Martin was hacked to death by a guy in earthy red clothes. F**k! That's not a human. That **** thing can rip through a tank's armor! Ahh! Fast! That guy isn't human!"