Hero Cultivation System

"I'll wipe! Huh! Huh! It hurts so much! Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Liang Gong bent over and put his hands on his thighs, breathing heavily. This was the result of his full power.

Every time he breathed, there was throbbing pain in several places on his body. Every step he took, the pain made him grit his teeth and crack his mouth. Calculating, he had been hit by at least a dozen bullets, and there were five or six more stuck in his body.

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Although 10% of the body is protected by a golden bell, it is not really invulnerable after all. Modern thermal weapons can only prevent bullets from penetrating deeply. In addition to bullets that have grazed the skin, five or six bullets are stuck between the muscles and bones.

The bullet was only three or four points into the flesh, but Shuaiguo was afraid that he would lose too much blood and desperately fed him rejuvenation pills. As a result, the wound healed on the outside, but the bullet inside was not taken out. After escaping, he would inevitably have to perform the mutilation of Liang Gong again.

plot.

Forget it, I got used to it after cutting. Guan Gong scraped the bones only once, but Liang Gong cut the flesh several times. It is still unknown whether he can escape anyway, and now is not the time to worry about his injuries.

Just now, he calculated the timing right, just before the Americans outside the door opened fire, so he broke through the brick wall between the first room on the right and entered the first room, so the Americans threw in

He happened to have his back turned when the explosion happened. He couldn't bear the lightning-like intense fire and loud noise. He just escaped by chance. If it had been a little later, the flash of light would have been enough to turn him blind and let others slaughter him.

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After narrowly escaping the disaster, Liang Daxia, whose anger has been aroused by the Americans, bursts open the door without saying a word and kills him. The Americans, who think they can take advantage with their night vision goggles, don’t know that Liang Daxia has been trained.

After exercising my muscles and bones, my eyesight improved greatly. Although it cannot be said to be as bright as during the day, I can still see things at night with a little dim light.

So the self-righteous Lao Mi suffered a lot. When faced with Liang Daxia, who had better eyesight than them in the dark, was faster than them, and was as agile as a ghost and as fierce as a jackal, he could only obediently poke his neck. He also knew that now

It was an emergency period, and he would show no mercy. Within five minutes, the entire team was sent to meet their God.

I'll wipe it! Come again, is it great to have a gun? Come again!

He stretched out his hand to wipe the stickiness on his face. He knew what it was without looking at him. Lao Mi's blood was also red, no different from his. After a while of tearing, the whole coat was soaked, and the strong smell of blood rushed straight through.

His nose almost made him squirt out all the food he had eaten the night before.

After finally catching his breath, Liang Gong peeled off two bulletproof vests from the corpses on the ground. Lao Mi's items were still very good, light in weight and good quality. As for the other items, although he was also jealous of them, it was a pity that he couldn't take anything now.

If you leave, you can only helplessly cry out.

"Aping! Aping! Are you okay?"

Stepping through the broken wooden door, Liang Gong ducked and carefully avoided the sight of the sniper outside the window, and went straight through the brick wall to find Wang Ping.

"Brother Liang, I'm here!"

Xun Sheng looked over and saw Wang Ping lying under the original bed, his hands flying on a laptop, tapping away.

"Aping, what are you doing? I've cleared the outside, so hurry up and leave! Otherwise, the American help will be here soon." Liang Gong saw his engrossed look and felt that Aping was still a child after all. In this kind of situation,

At the critical moment of life and death, I still have the mood to play on the computer.

"Brother Liang, it's almost done!...Yeah! That's it." Wang Ping's hands were so close that only afterimages could be seen. When he said it, he raised his right hand high and moved his index finger down hard.

Hit "Click!".

"A Ping, what are you doing?" Liang Gong couldn't help but be curious when he saw Wang Ping push his laptop out of the ground after typing on the keyboard. Wang Ping's actions didn't look like he was addicted to computers.

"It's done! Brother Liang, let's go. I have planted a virus in their internal network. It will be fun here if we wait a moment. It should be very helpful for us to escape. It's a pity that there is too little time, okay?

It's easy to access their internal network, but I didn't download anything... Tsk!" Wang Ping looked back at the notebook on the ground, feeling quite regretful.

Damn it! This is a habit of being a thief. Thieves are always empty-handed. It is similar to the way my brother was jealous of their equipment just now!

However, Liang Daxia has no idea about the "virus" he is talking about. Naturally, he has no idea where the "help" Wang Ping is talking about comes from. Now he can only seek blessings for himself. He does not believe that anyone has the courage to rush into the consulate to save people like him.

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He helped Wang Ping and himself put on bulletproof vests and then carried him on his back. He then went to Lao Hei's body and took out his belt, wrapped them around the waist and tied them tightly. Then he turned around and said: "Aping, hold on tight, hehe.

!It won’t be a peaceful journey out there!”

"Well! Brother Liang, don't worry!" After saying that, he clasped his hands tightly, and from now on, he could only place his fate in the hands of God.

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"fxxk! fxxk!" Colonel Morton kept yelling in the control room. The shock bomb had no effect. The well-trained team was all wiped out within five minutes. This was no longer a matter of face, but what he still had to do.

The question is whether it can be done further down.

The death of one or two intelligence officers may seem important, but it is not uncommon. Their missions are inherently risky, and their superiors are prepared to accept such losses.

But the embassy abroad is different. Spring City is not in the Middle East. The number of soldiers who serve as military attachés is only a few dozen at most. Eleven people died in an instant. The highest rank was captain. This is a pain that the consulate absolutely cannot accept.

Morton didn't know how to explain it to the Consul General and the Ministry of National Defense. It seemed that his retirement was not far away.

"Colonel, calm down and think about how to arrest them. If they escape, we will make a big joke. Then we can all go back home to drink coffee and chat."

Although David's words were humorous, his cold face made everyone tremble in their hearts.

He was right. Someone must be responsible for such a big thing. Except for David being a superpower, everyone present must bear the responsibility. If the mission is successful, the boss may still be responsible.

He will weigh the gains and losses. If the mission fails, there is no need to say anything. After all, everyone has a share in the mission. Such a huge loss cannot be shouldered by Colonel Morton alone.

So everyone stopped looking at the joke, and even the furious Colonel Morton calmed down. Everyone gathered in front of the surveillance screen and stared at the screen to find these two guys.

Now they have no idea of ​​protecting the little boy. After all, the files have been retrieved, and it seems that the Chinese colleagues have no knowledge of what the boy is doing. The secrets should not be leaked, so his life is no longer important.

There are many powerful hackers in the world.

"Look! There they are! At the stairway on the third floor, get ready to go down the stairs..." The monitor was still a professional, and it didn't take long to find a strange figure on the dim screen.

Everyone followed his finger to look, and sure enough, a bloated black shadow was moving against the wall.

"He carried the little boy on his back." Danny immediately noticed something strange about the figure.

Colonel Morton was so excited that he immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Lieutenant Cook, where are your people?"

"Colonel, we are on the first floor of the east staircase of the main building and are preparing to go upstairs for rescue."

"Lieutenant, fuck the rescue. Get ready. The enemy has prepared to come down from the third floor. They are right above you. Pay attention! The enemy is very cruel. Boer's team has been wiped out. As soon as you make contact, start immediately.

Killing by gunshot does not require leaving alive.”

"Yes, Colonel!"

Everyone relaxed a little, just found someone. Boll and the others may have been caught off guard and the enemy also had the ability to see in the dark, so they suffered a big loss when they met. Cook's team was mentally prepared, and they should not

May repeat the same mistakes.

This idea has just arisen, and the scene has changed again...

All the lights in the monitoring room suddenly went out, and then turned on again within two seconds, then turned off and bounced erratically. All the monitoring screens were a rustling ghost, "ding ding ding..." the alarm bells in the consulate rang loudly...

fxxk!What’s going on?

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Alas! I’m exhausted from working continuously, and I can’t express the feeling I want in this paragraph.