The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

He didn't see a subordinate under him secretly hiding a pistol, he didn't see it, the members of the Snowy Brigade saw it.

K7 nodded and said, "Now let your subordinates squat on the open space in front of you."

"Have you heard what this gentleman said? What are you still doing there, you all squat for Lao Tzu on the open space in front." Evra roared at his subordinates.

When all the subordinates squatted on the open space as ordered, they turned to K7 with a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "Sir! Do you think this is satisfactory?"

Evra doesn't mind bending over now, because he knows he has to bow his head now, but later... not necessarily!

As long as there is a chance, he will make all these international friends see God!

K7 ignored Evra and said indifferently to his comrades: "Didn't Z7 just envy the weapons these people hold? Now these are all ours, but I don't like the M that was facing my head just now. rifle."

"I don't like it either." G3 felt the same way, and added, "I don't like these people either."

These people cannot be spared.

Xia Jinyuan locked the big non-black man in his own hands, and said to Ye Jian, "Push him, get out of our vehicle, and complete the clearing." This time, they communicated in Chinese.

And these robbers with bloody hands didn't know the language of the country he spoke. When he was dragged back, his eyes rolled, and Evra, who was full of anger, realized that something was wrong.

Especially seeing an international friend who was taller than himself directly stepped on the weapon that he finally grabbed, Evra felt so uncomfortable.

These weapons in front of them don't know how many times they have passed by the god of death before they spell it out, but these people don't pay attention to it at all!

Wait, what are they going to do?

Evra, whose neck was held by a knife, was forced to back up, with a look of horror on his face, while K7 over there said in Marceau language: "Back up, don't pick up the weapons in your hands."

Evra felt the breath of death, and just as Ye Jian stepped back, the dagger lightly moved away from her neck, and Evra resisted.

And the big non-black man with a gun hidden behind his waist suddenly drew his gun. He shot quickly and shot directly at the front K7.

"boom!"

When the gunshots came, this group of ten or so robbers who made a living by looting passers-by had entered a countdown to their lives.

The big non-black man who shot the first shot did not have a second chance to shoot. He who killed his companion was directly hit in the forehead by the pistol bullet in K7's hand. The bullet passed by with a "bang". The skinny Marceau robber fell to the ground with a thud.

Red blood and white brains quickly flowed out from the back of his head.

The sub-shot is a small-caliber single, and the entrance wound is small, but the bullet twists through the brain, passes through the skull to shred the tissue, and then spins out. The exit wound has a hole about the size of a walnut.

The dagger in Ye Jian's hand slashed towards Evra's throat, moving very fast, like lightning to deal with the robber who was still thinking of hitting his own ideas.

Evra never thought that he would not be able to escape from a woman's hand. He widened his eyes from the severe pain in his neck. He felt liquid rushing out of his neck.

"Gooo...goo...goo..." He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, only goo...goo, and soon there was no goo.