Death Inquisitor

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A group of 13 people, a middle-aged man with a beard, saw the red dot on the map getting closer and closer, and everyone became anxious.

At this point they had no way to escape.

Because an invisible barrier appeared around them, confining them within it.

A prompt also appeared on the watch.

The general idea is that the team that attacks them has passed the level and will have the right to attack them.

Therefore, they, passive defenders, can no longer escape and must wait until the opponent appears in their sight before the restrictions can be lifted.

If you still have the ability to get rid of the other party by then, that will be another matter.

"I hope there won't be too many people here this time. One can fight two or three and we'll be fine. If there are more people, we won't even have a chance to compete."

A man with his head wrapped in white cloth had a miserable face and his body was shaking slightly.

He seemed to be scared of what he was going to encounter next.

He wasn't afraid of a fight, but how many people wouldn't be afraid of a fight when he knew the opponent was outnumbered.

"Here he comes, he appears!"

Suddenly, another man beside him shouted. The other twelve people all looked into the distance.

Sure enough, they saw a large group of figures appearing on the road in the distance, quickly approaching them.

"I XXXXX!" A series of Middle Eastern dialects came out of the bearded man's mouth. Coupled with the confused expression on his face, it was obviously a curse word similar to the Chinese "I XX".

Because he was shocked to find that those people coming from the opposite side were actually holding machetes!

It doesn't matter that there are more people than them, but they actually have weapons, so how can they fight?

"Why are you still standing there, run away! If you want to die, leave Duanhou behind!"

The bearded man got up from the ground, turned around and rushed towards the ruins nearby.

According to the rules, the restrictions set by Ye Chen for them have disappeared.

"Run separately!"

The other twelve people also took action one after another, scattering like birds and beasts.

"Boss, there are only a dozen of them! But they all ran away. What should we do?" Someone in Chris' team shouted happily.

The opponent's number was much smaller than they imagined, and each of them had a machete. This was definitely a one-sided massacre.

It's just that these courageless guys all ran away as soon as they saw them, making things a little more troublesome.

"Separately chase them! In ten minutes, regardless of whether they are caught or not, everyone will come back here to assemble. We won't wait for anyone for more than ten minutes." Chris ordered loudly.

He took a few of his men and chased one of them out.

However, Osak, Biya and other senior officials who were second only to him did not follow him. Instead, they led their own people to find a target and chase it.

In fact, everyone has a tacit understanding in their hearts.

After all, there is only one target in a direction, if several of their top leaders pursue it together. Who catches up with someone in the end and kills him?

Then when everyone gathered together to see, a middle-level "little guy" finally got some points. How could Osak and the others be embarrassed?

So separation is the best option.

"Damn it, we even separated and caught up! These bastards."

As the bearded man ran, he saw five or six people chasing behind him, and his expression suddenly changed.

Although it was much less than before, it was still not a quantity he could compete with.

Especially since he has no weapons at all!

"Let me go! I am the running champion of XX country in the Middle East. You can't catch up with me. It's still too late to give up on me and chase others!" the bearded man yelled.

The speed is a little faster. But the expression on his face was almost distorted, and this was already his fastest speed.

"Babia, I have recognized you, you are a damn racing champion! Just keep your life!"

Someone among the people chasing the bearded man shouted, with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"You are... I am , couldn't help but look back, and then cursed.

Because he knew the bastard behind him and called him Brother Babia twenty years ago.

At that time, that bastard was just a fledgling arms dealer who had just quit his job, or was working for someone else.

And he is just a middle-level backbone in the Erdao dealer group.

"Hahaha, Brother Babia, we haven't seen each other for three years! Why are you running away? Let's get close together!" Chris shouted loudly, with great joy in his voice.

"I'm an idiot to get close to you!" Babia didn't shout out, but that's what she thought in her heart.

Because he severely cheated Chris three years ago, so he broke off the contact with them.

And Chris's voice was so happy now because he seemed very happy to be able to avenge the big revenge he suffered three years ago.

I didn't expect that after being captured by the Death Judge, I would encounter such a good thing.

If the bastard Babia is a coward in the Middle East, he really doesn't have much to do.

"Chris, don't be arrogant, I will definitely kill you!" Babia roared angrily, her face suddenly turned red, and veins popped up on her neck.

The beard on his face kept swaying in the strong wind, and his speed suddenly increased.

Chris's eyes almost popped out of his head when he looked at it. How come this guy is getting faster again?

But he didn't know that after knowing that the person chasing behind him was his enemy, Babia's potential suddenly exploded out of fear.

This blushing face is a manifestation of adrenaline secretion, and the speed is comparable to that of professional track and field athletes.

"He can't run away, chase him!" Chris shouted to the men behind him and followed closely.

If it were anyone else, they would have given up when they saw that they couldn't catch up with him.

But that bastard Babia had tricked him so much back then that he was almost hospitalized with anger.

After all, the two had been friends for more than ten years and suddenly placed a big order with him, so he didn't suspect anything at the time. Who knew that this guy would end up taking advantage of the evil and not only swallowed the goods, but also killed hundreds of his men.

He once became a laughing stock in the arms circle. Over the past three years, several colleagues in the industry have laughed at him as a scapegoat and a fool. This revenge must be avenged. ..

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