Beauty Replicates The Strong

"What about rich? Does he dare to fight with our military?" the soldier said disapprovingly.

"This tough guy really thinks that the U.S. imperial government is democratic and free? Tell you, anyone in this world can offend, but you can't offend these rich people!" The colonel is very upholding of his soldiers. At this time, I did not forget to convey to them how to survive in the US.

To be honest, this unit of them can be described as the most elite existence among the American imperialist troops stationed in New York. Every soldier is selected through layers of selection, but most of these soldiers are from poor backgrounds. family.

Therefore, most of them have a feeling of hatred for the rich, and relying on the US military, they have not suffered too many setbacks from the rich in these years. All are very arrogant. I think that with this military uniform, I can achieve my original revenge.

You can make those rich people look at them differently. After all, being able to be selected is the result of years of military career and has not run into a wall in society. Moreover, they are all at a young age, so this mentality will inevitably appear.

They walked into this hall. The decorations in the room were beautiful, the crystal chandeliers shone with dreamlike colors, and the brilliance of the colorful crystal lights made the whole hall look like a mundane scenery.

"What a luxury!"

"Who tells people to be rich!"

"Such a person would actually do such a thing! They are really vampires, they are rich people who care about their own interests, and the country is nothing in their eyes!"

"They weren't citizens of American imperialism, they were from Canada!"

The soldiers talked to each other in a low voice, without noticing a young man coming out from one side of the room.

"Cough..." The colonel coughed in a low voice, drawing the soldiers' attention back.

"Hello, may I ask the owner of the manor, where is Mr. Bruce Wayne?" the colonel asked the young man who came out.

"What are you looking for with him? When did the American soldiers come to the police?" Bruce said aloud. When he saw these people, he knew that these people were the soldiers who had gone to the beach before.

"That's not a trivial matter. The police will only waste taxpayers' money! So we still have to rely on us to do these things!" a soldier interrupted.

"Yes, what about the owner of your manor? What is it for you, a kid, to come out? Isn't our colonel worthy of your manor owner to come out to receive?" Each of the American soldiers is a firecracker, the American soldiers of this world and the policemen of the previous world. There is no difference, both are representatives of lawlessness.

"Do you want to see the master? Just your attitude? It's good if you don't beat you out. This is a private domain!" Bruce almost didn't get angry. These guys really treat themselves as a dish, if they don't want to How could they get in if the US military is in a deadlock.

"Boy, pay attention to your words! You have to know that we represent the American military, you servant of the Canadian!" A soldier said directly to Bruce.

"In this case, let the U.S. military investigate what happened on that beach. Why are you looking for me?" Bruce said directly, "Kick them out!"

"You...fuck! You Canadian dog legs, go kneel and lick your master, but you must remember that this is the American Emperor, not Canada. Can that person really keep you?" The soldier said directly. The son roared.

"Go! Do you want me to say it the second time!" Bruce roared directly, then waved his hand, and immediately walked out from around the hall two teams of bodyguards in black suits, each wearing black sunglasses, like a German black back!

"You have to pay the price for what you did! Tell you that your master has been on the military's list, and he can't get away! He actually dared to commit fornication, this one is enough to ruin him!" The soldier directly Took out the gun.

"Didn't you hear? Let you go!" An unfamiliar voice intervened, and then all the soldiers felt that the guns in their hands were pulled directly by a strong force, and then floated in the air. The owner.

"Fuck...this is, fucking hell! This is witchcraft!" When the soldiers saw such a thing, they all panicked! But this time it was Erik!

Hearing the word beginning with the F letter, the gun safety was all opened at once, and all the soldiers looked earthy.

"Sir, we have no malice, but what happened on the beach has a deep connection with Mr. Bruce, so we came to investigate!" The colonel did not expect these soldiers to push the matter to this extreme within a few words. Condition.

The reason why he is only speaking now is really because he was so surprised. What was the surprise? It is the young man in front of him, if he remembers correctly, this person is the master of their action this time.

That is, Bruce Wayne, the owner of this manor. He has seen a picture of Bruce Wayne, New York’s foremost rich man, on confidential military documents. It has been a period of time since he brought all the Canadian industries to the United States. There is a photo.

The young man in front of him was exactly the same as Bruce Wayne, who had just arrived at the American Emperor. His long golden hair was as dazzling as the sun, and he had a slender figure. Two eyebrows that flew up obliquely appeared unruly. Everything is generally the same.

"Since you are not malicious, why do you say that you are not bad enough to ask me if I have tax evasion over the years? Have you bullied civilians?" Bruce has long decided not to hide his peculiarities. Since these people have come to the door, why does he have any reason? Avoid it, or put on makeup?

"Mr. Bruce, it's really you? How could it be?" The colonel was even more horrified when he saw that the other party did not deny it. This was simply a shocking discovery. A sixty-year-old man was still very old two months ago. A month later, it miraculously returned to what it was 30 years ago!

"Why, haven't you guessed it a long time ago? What's so surprising!" Bruce said, and turned around: "Erik, drive these people out of me. They want news, so let their chief personally Come here!"

Bruce gave an order, and all of the guns suddenly protruded directly against the brows of these soldiers.

At this moment, all the soldiers looked like they had eaten feces. They couldn't think that the other party would hand in their guns if they didn't agree with them, and they didn't even have the power to fight back.

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