Dozo America

The sniper and all the security personnel on the perimeter did not know what would happen in the house, because they did not hear any movement.√∟Zhen Fan had already appeared in the basement of this house. He did not have any weapons.

, because now he doesn’t need to confuse anything, he just wants to kill everyone inside.

"I need you to help me train people, explode, assassinate... everything. I know your talents, so... you will become the most important person under me." Akadulla Emir said to Pu

Les was talking eloquently, but he discovered a strange phenomenon. Almost everyone's eyes were looking towards the door of the basement in horror.

He couldn't help but look over and saw a middle-aged local looking at them with a smile. His eyes turned around and then landed on him. He couldn't help but be stunned and subconsciously wanted to touch the gun.

, his gun has always been by his side. It is a powerful pistol made of gold casing. However, the gold casing seems to be just a decoration and is not practical. Sometimes it will affect the performance of the gun. But it looks very powerful.

wind.

Zhen Fan had seen this kind of pistol before, and it was in an American gangster movie. It was the luxurious decoration of gangsters. It seemed that he had also seen it on the warlords in Africa, but it was all shown in the movie. Zhen Fan

I have never seen such a pistol in real life, so I couldn't help but take a second look.

After being stunned for a while, he woke up. Akadulla Emir's actions reminded everyone here. They all grabbed the guns in their hands and pointed them at Zhen Fan. There were automatic rifles, pistols and various miscellaneous weapons.

.Only Plath did not have weapons, because he would not have weapons before getting confirmation from Akadullah Emir. This is also where Akadullah Emir was cautious.

"A very good pistol." Zhen Fan waved his hand, and the pistol disappeared out of thin air in the hands of Akadulla Emil. Zhen Fan had already lowered his head and started playing with the pistol in his hand, and then couldn't help but smile. He really thought that everything was fine.

It was made of gold. I thought there was such a fool in the world, but it was just covered with a layer of gold foil.

Zhen Fan's move shocked everyone again and they forgot what to do. Knowing Akadulla? Emir said: "Shoot, shoot, shoot this bastard!" These people all faced it together.

They seemed to have forgotten that Zhen Fan had fired. Zhen Fan was able to enter here without anyone noticing, but the fate of those people in the room outside seemed not to be good.

Plath felt that the breath of his body was almost frozen. He was stared at by that person just now, and a cold air was running through his body, as if every part of his body was going to be frozen. He felt that there was something wrong with his body.

Stiff, he quietly stepped back. He had a feeling that these people would definitely not be able to kill that person.

His feeling was right. When the bullets were fired, Zhen Fan suddenly stretched out his hand. All the bullets seemed to disappear. When they emptied the magazine, and were about to change the ammunition, Zhen Fan suddenly raised his hand.

Suddenly, there was the sound of some metal falling on the ground from the basement.

All the bullets fell from Zhen Fan's palm. The sound of the metal hitting the ground seemed to be like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of these people. Their hearts beat violently with these sounds.

, one of them finally couldn't bear it anymore. He sat down on the ground and then turned over again.

. Kneel on the ground and prostrate, and said: "Allah, please forgive my sins... I swear, I will serve you. Even if I see you in heaven, I will be your servant."

This will never change..." His nagging voice affected other people, and some began to drop their weapons.

"Go to hell." Akadulla Emir suppressed the rapid beating of his heart. He took the rifle from the man's hand, replaced the magazine, aimed at the man and shot him immediately.

He died on the ground and shouted, "

Go to hell, you still want to see Allah, are you crazy? He is a devil, shoot, shoot him." He seemed to be crazy, shooting at Zhen Fan, and soon his magazine was full.

Empty. It made the crashing sound of an empty gun being fired.

Zhen Fan smiled at him, which suddenly made him feel a little unconscious. He changed the magazine again, but this time he was not shooting at Zhen Fan, but at his subordinates.

Those people never dreamed that Akadullah Emir would suddenly open fire on them, and in a sudden rush, they were all shot to death by him.

After emptying the magazine again, Akadura woke up and saw the corpses on the ground. He stared at Zhen Fan in fear, as if he had seen a ghost, and his whole body was shaking. He was completely distraught.

I would believe that I would do such a thing, and I can't figure out why this person has such devilish abilities.

"Kill him!" Zhen Fan pointed at Akadulla's golden pistol. He no longer paid attention to Akadulla Emil, but said to Plath who was hiding in the corner. Plath fell in front of him.

There is one person, that Ennis, this unlucky guy. When Akadulla Emil was shooting wildly, Plath pulled him in front of him and blocked the bullet, so he was already dead and could not die again.

, and at this time only Plath survived under the gunpoint.

"After you kill him, will you let me go?" Plath said interferingly. He felt that his throat was a little dry, as if he had been frozen.

"Of course!" Zhen Fan said without hesitation, "Kill him and you can leave here."

Plath slowly reached out and took the pistol handed over by Zhen Fan. Then he looked at the bullets inside and slowly raised the gun. He felt that his arm was heavy, as if the gun was very heavy.

Aimed at Akadullah Emir.

"No, no, no, you can't kill me. You are my subordinate. You are the most powerful person in this organization besides me. How can you kill me? You..."

There was a "bang" gunshot, and Akadullah Emir's voice seemed to be cut off by something. A big hole was shot in his head by the bullet. The bullet passed through his forehead and then penetrated from the back of his head.

A big hole exploded in the back of his head, blood and brain matter burst out, and he fell straight down with a muffled sound.

Still dropping the pistol, Plath looked at Zhen Fan: "I did it, do you mean what you said?"

"Of course it counts. I'm leaving, so you can take care of yourself!" Zhen Fan shook his head, and suddenly he disappeared, as if he had never appeared here. If the whole room hadn't been filled with such a bloody smell and the floor was full of

Plath couldn't believe the corpse. It was as if he had just become the number two figure in this organization.

Plath never doubted that this man could kill him easily. Just like killing those militants, for the first time, he felt powerless that his destiny was not in his control, that he was being controlled by others and could not control himself.

He still held the golden pistol in his hand, so he put the golden pistol

He put the gun on his waist, picked up an AK rifle from the ground, checked the magazines, and found several magazines from the corpses. Then he tidied up his clothes with confidence, and even carried them on his back.

A backpack with some food and water collected from here.

He has to leave here, he has to leave here and run away far away. He can also judge that this person will not have much to do with the US government. He may be just one person from beginning to end, but for a person of his ability

, does the government still need to cooperate with him? The answer is definitely no.

Plath had also heard vague rumors about those super soldiers in the United States. Now it seems that they are not only in the United States, but also in other countries. Thinking of this, he felt more and more urgent to leave. Although he felt

It feels like the blood flow in my body is very slow, and my whole body feels a little sluggish.

Slowly crawling out of the basement, he felt that it was as quiet as death outside. But he didn't want to stay for a moment, so he moved directly in one direction, slowly, dragging his legs alternately. He is a perseverant person

The people dragged their legs while walking towards the innermost places. Those places have no management and have a large population, but they are all poor people. They are slums. No militants will care about them. There is no money, no material, only

The old, weak, sick and disabled who can drag them down.

What Plath has to do now is to stay away from the militants' territory as much as possible, and of course away from the US military's territory, so that he can survive safely. But he also knows that those people in the slums dare to do anything.

No matter whether they are old, weak, sick or disabled, as long as you have food and drink, you will be targeted.

Plath had a gun, so he had the courage to come here. There were no armed elements in the slums here, so his gun was his biggest reliance. When it dawned, he was already standing in that slum.

It's a place where sewage flows across the river and exudes a pungent stench.

Early in the morning, the people here came out of the shabby houses, and each of them looked at the alien who broke into this place with a dull expression. Their faces were haggard and thin, their faces were dark, and some parts of their faces were exposed.

The lumps are yellow, which seems to be caused by malnutrition.

Many people were staring at Plath, watching him dragging here step by step. Their eyes slowly began to shine because of the backpack on Plath's back. But no one dared to step forward.

Because Plath has an AK submachine gun in his hand, this is what intimidates these people.

But you can still see the eagerness in these eyes. And more and more people are watching. They surround Plath. Only when Plath passes by, do they give way to a small path. Plath suddenly

I regret a little. If I am entangled by these people, I will probably be eaten alive by these people. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!