Free Soldier King Mixed Country

Xu Qiang used himself as a shield to block the impact of the explosion. Duan Zhisheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot, got up from the center console at this moment.

The cover of the car was burning, and the fire light illuminated the situation in the cab. Only Xu Qiang was lying on the steering wheel with blood on his face.

"Xu Qiang! How is Xu Qiang with you?"

Duan Zhisheng grabbed Xu Qiang by the shoulders and helped him to sit up. At this moment, Xu Qiang had fallen into a coma.

When he turned Xu Qiang over and saw Xu Qiang's injuries, he suddenly felt murderous in the depths of his heart.

In the explosion, one of Xu Qiang's arms was broken, and blood was spewing from the fractured location. If there is no treatment, people will definitely die.

"Xu Qiang, hold on. I promised Xiao Yi that I must protect your safety. You must not have anything to do."

This was the first apprentice Duan Zhisheng received. He watched Xu Qiang encounter such an accident. He took out the most precious healing medicine from his body and stuffed it into Xu Qiang's mouth.

He also sealed the blood in Xu Qiang's arm and stopped the wound. One of his right arms had been blown off, leaving only the outer skin adhesions.

The broken arm exposed the bones, and the flesh and blood on it turned into pieces. Even if the medical technique climaxed, it was impossible to take this arm back.

Unexpectedly, such an accident would happen in the end, Duan Zhisheng was heartbroken. When he finished this, it happened that Freeman's chariot drove nearby.

There was nowhere to vent the worrisome anger. At this time Freman came to the door, Duan Zhisheng pushed open the door, holding two darts in one hand.

Freeman, sitting in the car, had already seen Duan Zhisheng's figure. He didn't expect that under the impact of such an explosion, someone would still be alive.

"Bump into me, I guess he has a breath left."

Freeman directed the driver, and the driver stepped on the accelerator. This is a very simple matter.

but……

When the driver approached, Duan Zhisheng shot a dart in his hand and shot it on the front windshield.

The dart blasted through the thick glass, revealing half of it. This scene caused the driver to take a breath of air-conditioning. If it pierced through, his life was probably gone.

"I thought it was so powerful. With this kind of gadget, do you want to kill?"

Freeman laughed, but in the next scene, Freeman's laughter stopped abruptly.

Another dart in Duan Zhisheng's hand hits the tail of the previous dart, driven by this force.

Half of the darts that pierced the glass directly penetrated the driver's head. The driver was grateful for a second, but died under the dart the next second.

The driver fell down, no one came to drive at this moment, and Freman, sitting in the co-pilot, had no time to control the direction.

A Jeep chariot crashed into the sand dune, just beside Duan Zhisheng, when the car stopped, Freeman finally got out of the car.

He hurriedly took out his pistol and aimed at Duan Zhisheng, knowing that Duan Zhisheng's strength is not simple, and by killing this person, all this can be ended.

"Hehe... I didn't expect it, no matter what you two do, you will not escape my control after all. You are here obediently, waiting to be killed by me."

Freeman was confident that he had a gun in his hand, but saw that in the next second, Duan Zhisheng jumped and fell lightly on the roof of the jeep.

After adjusting the muzzle quickly, Duan Zhisheng held a folding fan and fell heavily at Freman's pistol.

With this blow, a pistol turned into a pile of scrap iron, with parts scattered everywhere.

The barrel of the gun was directly beaten crooked. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Freeman would never believe that a person's power could reach this level.

This move didn't just destroy Freeman's pistol, Freeman's hand was almost destroyed, and he fell to the ground with a shivering gun.

"Do you think that with the flame mercenary group, you can really do whatever you want and dominate this battlefield!"

Duan Zhisheng's folding fan was on Freeman's head, and for a moment, he really wanted to shoot it directly, smash Freeman's head to avenge Xu Qiang.

It's just that he can't do this. Xu Qiang said that Freman would keep it for him. Now this Freman is a very good test stone for Xu Qiang.

Freeman's Adam's apple slipped, and after all, he underestimated Duan Zhisheng's ability. Right now, this life was held in Duan Zhisheng's hands.

"You can't kill me! I am the head of the Flame Mercenary Corps. If you are interested, you can come to me to develop, and I will arrange a deputy position for you."

"Do not care!"

Duan Zhisheng put away the folding fan and turned his back to Freeman in an instant.

"Freman, you have to live well, try to make yourself stronger, don't die so easily."

"This...what does this mean?"

"Because of your life, Xu Qiang will end it with his own hands. I will not kill you today. Your existence is a stepping stone for him."

Back in the car, Duan Zhisheng moved Xu Qiang to the back seat. After a trial, the car could still start.

Obviously the other party has the ability to kill him directly, but Duan Zhisheng did not do so at the moment and spared Freman's life.

This made Freeman feel even more humiliating. He wouldn't care about the kindness of his opponent and sneered.

"This Xu Qiang hasn't died yet! But I think the explosion just now would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die. Do you really think he can beat me?"

"Freman, you have to remember, no one can always be the boss, you are the same, time will prove it all."

Duan Zhisheng drove, turned around and drove back onto the road, heading back.

Leaving Freman here alone, his face darkened and his heart grew gloomy. He was the general of the Flame Mercenary Corps, and he actually fell to this point.

A small rookie mercenary group, he wanted to see what ability it would have against him.

At the same time, Freeman also realized a very important point. This time he did something against Xu Qiang, and he would inevitably anger the death **** Xiao Yi.

So he hurriedly got in the car and headed back. When Freeman went to find his own people, he got a news he didn't want to hear.

Of the thirty-two members of the Flame Mercenary Corps this time, except for the deputy who did not follow his command, all thirty-one people died here.

The deputy counted the remaining corpses. There was only one wound on these corpses. A knife penetrated directly through the heart. The opponent's shot was harsh and accurate. He had never seen it before.

The method and angle of the move, and the use of weapons, were all made by the same person. One person faced so many members of the mercenary group, and directly wiped out everyone. Until now, they have not seen the appearance of the opponent.

"General...our people are dead. The strength of the people who shot is terrible. This is something I have never encountered before."