Super Special Forces King

Chapter 514

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Beveridge's face was somber as if water could drip out, and he tapped his fingers on the table, making a light click.

After speaking, the choreographer looked at Beveridge with scorching eyes. He knew that his life was in the hands of this man.

Although he is holding Scarface now, if Beveridge really wants to kill himself, the final outcome is that he and Scarface will die.

There is another possibility, and that is to find a way to replace Beveridge.

But this possibility is really too small, because in the huge room, there are four personal guards of Beveridge, and everyone has a pistol in their hand.

The gun's insurance has been opened. If it hadn't been holding Scarface by themselves, I'm afraid they would have already shot themselves into a sieve.

Beveridge stopped tapping the table with his fingers, and said in a deep voice, "I remember you, is the last name Park?"

"I also heard Scarface report about you and the orcs!"

"You really did nothing wrong with this matter. The orc is no better than you now. Although he has not been put in the confinement room, he is lying on the bed. I am afraid that there will be no more than two or three months without thinking about getting up again."

Hearing that, the dancer's heart was shocked, and it seemed that the orc had been punished, and it should have been Scarface's hands.

But already, why does Scarface kill himself?

"Then I don't understand, why did Chief Scarface kill me?"

"Oh? Really? I don't know about this." Beveridge turned his gaze to the kidnapped Scarface and asked, "Scarface, is there anything he said about it? You want to kill him? What's the reason?"

Scarface was strangled by the dancer's arm and it was difficult to breathe. At this moment, one face was flushed, and the scars on half of his face were twisted together at this moment, disgusting to the extreme.

"There is no why? I always feel that things are not as simple as he said, I think there are ghosts in it! I would rather kill a thousand mistakes than let one pass."

"So you want to kill me?" The dancer yelled fiercely, his expression hysterical, his hand holding the pistol trembling, as if he could no longer control his emotions.

The guards in the room are also tense. If a person loses his mind and becomes mad, he can do anything.

Beveridge furrowed his brows, his mouth twitched twice, and he said in a deep voice, "I am in charge of this matter. Scarface will not kill you. You can rest assured. Put the gun down now."

The choreographer looked at him with hope, and tremblingly said: "You... are you sure you won't kill me? I don't want to die!"

"I promise you in the name of the head of the blood wolf mercenary group that I won't kill you!" Beveridge stood up and said solemnly.

Naturally, the dancer would not believe his promise. For a mercenary who has no moral bottom line and regards his life more cheaply than grass, his promise is like farting, and he can only smell it.

But he couldn't show it at the moment, and he had to make an expression that he believed in Beveridge very much.

Otherwise, it is very likely to irritate him, and it will really be fatal.

Slowly speaking, the gun on Scarface's temple was lowered, and at this moment, Scarface slammed an elbow backward on the dancer's flanks.

The choreographer snorted in pain, and Scarface grabbed the arm that strangled his neck with both hands, and one over the shoulder threw the choreographer to the ground.

In mid-air, all the choreographer can do is to shrink his body into a ball as much as possible, and land with his back to avoid the vital points.

Even so, he felt severe pain when he was thrown to the ground, and his bones seemed to be broken apart.

"Do you dare to hold me? Do you dare to threaten me?" Scarface kept his eyes staring at the size of Niu Ling, his bloodshot half flushed, like the tender flesh of his face removed.

He stretched his legs and beat the dancer like a raindrop.

The dancer knew that he couldn't resist under Beveridge's nose at this moment, and there were four guns pointed at him, and there was no chance of resisting.

All he can do is shrink his body into a ball, hold his head, and protect the vitals.

"Boom boom!"

"Enough!" Beveridge's faint voice sounded.

Scarface retracted his legs unwillingly and stood aside, staring at the dancer who fell on the ground, but his expression was still fierce and murderous.

I couldn't kill him in front of the group leader, but after I got out of this room, I had a way.

For many years, no one in the blood wolf mercenary group has dared to resist his authority, and even dare to hold himself hostage, so he must die!

The choreographer struggled to get up from the ground, and his viscera had been severely injured by his crazy kicks, and his bones and flesh were bruised even more extensively.

His whole body was covered with messy footprints, and the corners of his mouth were full of red blood.

With a grin, his teeth were already flushed with blood. There was a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he looked extremely embarrassed now, he knew in his heart that this fate was saved. It doesn't need to be too long, as long as he waits until after midnight today, he has to work out these accounts with Scarface.

"Bah." He spit the blood in his mouth on the ground, the dancer squeezed out a smile, and said bitterly: "Head, thank you."

"Yeah." Beveridge snorted coldly in his nasal cavity as agreed, and said, "Even if the matter between you and Scarface ends here, no one is allowed to mention it again. Remember that we are in a mercenary group. It's brothers, we must cooperate with each other on the battlefield."

Naturally, Scarface and the dancer didn't take his words to heart, but on the surface they couldn't help but give Beveridge face, and they all agreed.

Beveridge nodded in satisfaction, looked at the dancer, and said: "You go first, go to the medical room to treat the wound. Scarface, you stay, I have something to tell you."

The gigolo walked out of the room and went straight to the medical room.

When he left, Beveridge waved his hand to make the four guards exit the room.

"Scarface, how can you still be planted in his kid's hand?"

"Careless! I didn't expect this **** to be quite cruel." Scarface said bitterly.

"Well! Find a reason to kill him in two days. The soldiers who are too arrogant can't stay." Beveridge had already moved murderously in his heart, but he naturally had to leave this to Scarface to do.

Scarface nodded.

"By the way! I still contacted the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps three days ago. They should arrive at the station at noon tomorrow, and you will be ready to meet you. Humph, the Rwandan government forces want to do something to me, but I do. Let's see if they have that pair of teeth." Beveridge said viciously.

The corners of Scarface's mouth also evoked a vicious smile.

Quickly towards Zhang Feng and others at the station of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps, they didn't know that Beveridge invited the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps to resist Manfred's Rwandan government forces. The dancers lurking in the blood wolf mercenary group also didn't know the news, even Beveridge's confidant scared face just learned.