The Last Commander of The Red Police

Hewlett-Packard held a smartphone in his hand and looked at the old antiques in his hand. He really didn't understand what this commander's preference was. He actually likes to use such an old-fashioned communicator.

"Master Commander, more than 20,000 Zoroastrian troops are surrounded by ghost races and ask for support."

"Oh." Su Chen responded faintly.

Hewlettled, what does it mean?

It must be that Commander Master does not know how anxious the current situation is, and must let Commander Master know the important role of the ZF!

Thinking of this, HP hurriedly said: "Master Commander, I think these ghost races have a problem. The average ghost race will not use any conspiracy. Their favorite is the straight fight. There may be no big secrets in it. . "

"HP, you seem to have forgotten a bit." Su Chen reminded: "I can support you with weapons and supplies, but the Zuojun Army is always yours, and it has nothing to do with me, so you understand ? "

Hewlett-Packard is also a smart person, otherwise he will not take the initiative to find Su Chen, want to persuade Su Chen to support his return to the country.

He thought of something. Even his dead father, it was impossible for a base commander to help himself unconditionally, and he always had to give something.

At this moment, HP suddenly realized, "Master Commander, I understand that, after the restoration of the country, you will not only be the regent, as long as you are descendants, you can become a prince with a different surname!"

Hewlett-Packard is very clear that he now has nothing but the Restoration Army, he can only use the identity of the future king to make equivalent transactions.

Su Chen didn't care what HP would give him, if he really needed it, he would take it with his own hands instead of giving it to him.

He just wanted to let HP know that the Red Police Base and the Restoration Army are two different things.

The Zhuang National Army went out to fight and asked the Red Police Base to take action, but that had to pay the shooting fee. Free things were used a lot, and no one would care.

"I've already made a shot."

Hewlett-Packard looks into the distance, there is no big movement over there, where is the shot?

In a place that HP cannot see, in an unremarkable stone house, sit three old ghost clan, they are the king and two confidants of this ghost clan tribe.

"Wang, do we really want to kill these people? If humans die so many people, would they send strong men to deal with us?" A confidant asked with great anxiety.

Another disdainful look: "This is our huge opportunity. If we can use the corpses of these humans to satisfy the appetite of that one, we are no longer a small tribe. We are just about to become a medium-sized tribe. Great hope! "

"Wang, what do you think?" The two henchmen looked at their king.

The ghost king thought for a while and said, "Continue to act according to the original plan. With the help of that person, we will be able to become a medium-sized tribe with the name of our own tribe!"

Among ghost races, only medium-sized tribes are eligible to have names, and a large number of small tribes are not.

As the three ghost races talked, silently, three figures appeared behind them, and they didn't notice it at all.

There is nothing special about the three figures. The dress is almost the same as the SEAL, but the color is inclined to white. They are the Macross!

The three glanced at each other, throwing something away, and their bodies disappeared again.

The sound of something falling on the ground surprised the three ghost races. Some people approached when none of them responded. It was unimaginable.

auzw.com When they found out that there were three more oddly shaped things on the ground, they had a fatal crisis.

"Run!" As the ghost king of the eighth-order ghost family, his instinct is the strongest. From these three things, he feels a breath of death, which is definitely a powerful weapon for mankind.

The moment the sound appeared, three things exploded.

boom!

The stone house was smashed and the two confidants died on the spot. The ghost king's body was less than half, and the missing heart was exposed. However, the powerful constitution of the eighth order prevented him from dying for a while.

Ghost King's eyes widened and a deep roar in his mouth, he was not reconciled!

It was only a matter of time before the human soldiers were killed and the corpse was handed over to that person. It would only be a matter of time before the large tribe became a bright future.

He never dreamed that he would die here and die in his old nest.

How did humans come in, and how did they put down the bombs? Three bombs could kill themselves, the eighth-order ghost clan. This news must be passed back!

Just as the eighth-order ghost clan moved, three figures appeared again in front of him. Looking at the three human beings in front of him, the ghost king knew he had no drama.

"A ghost king who is on the verge of death is still a little worthwhile. Should I bring it back?" A member of the Macross asked.

"Well, Master Yunru may need such an experimental material, anyway, he didn't die, bring it."

The third member did not speak, put his hands on the ghost king, the teleport ability was activated, and the three and the ghost king disappeared in place.

This small tribe has not yet discovered that their king is gone.

"What was that voice just now?"

The loud explosion was not only heard by the ghost races, but also by the soldiers of the Zhuang Nationalist Army. They were very puzzled about what the situation was.

Soon, a seventh-order ghost clan wanted to find his own ghost king in the past. What should he do next? When he passed, he saw only gravel over the ground and two incomplete corpses.

"Adult! How could this happen? Where is the king, where is the king?" The seventh-order ghost clan was in a panic.

Tribes without kings are not qualified to be called tribes. Sooner or later they will be annexed by other tribes, and they will also become inferior ghost races.

Just after the seventh-order ghost clan panicked back over there, something even more shocking appeared.

A series of explosions appeared from the ghost race camp, just a few tens of seconds, he saw that the ghost race soldiers were almost dead and wounded, while the human soldiers were completely harmless!

"I really deserve the Macross commando. This C4 bomb is really 6!" Su Chen couldn't help but sigh.

When HP asked him for help, Su Chen had issued an order to allow the Macross to resolve this matter. This time the situation was not suitable for the Timed Air Force regiment to debut.

With only one arm, Su Chen resolved the crisis of the National Recovery Army. The key is that HP is still a face of coercion. He has no idea how Su Chen solved this problem.

"Master Commander really has other cards. Before I become a king, I must keep a low profile!"

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