Trafford’s Trading Club

Dressed in a black leather jacket and with her long blond hair cut into a sleek short haircut, Jess sat on the motorcycle and stayed on the desert-like road.

Right in the middle of the highway in this chaotic part of the Middle East.

When a truck was approaching, getting closer and closer, and even when it kept honking its horn, she seemed to have no intention of leaving.

Finally, the truck had to stop suddenly, and two men with scarves wrapped around their cheeks stepped out of the truck.

By the way, they also have gun heads on their hands, and they are a popular type in the Middle East. The popular name...should be the machine gun whose scientific name is ak47.

"who are you!"

"Go away!"

Both men pointed their machine guns at Jess and shouted viciously in Middle Eastern dialects.

At this moment, a charming smile suddenly appeared on Jes A's face, but the two men were more willing to call it a sneer.

They felt something was wrong. They, who were usually brutal, looked at each other and quickly made a decision. They decided to shoot the woman who was blocking the road.

However, just when they were about to pull the trigger, the woman in black leather in front of them reached out as fast as lightning and pulled out a silver pistol from behind the front of the motorcycle.

Aim, burst fire, two extremely fast shots, two extremely accurate shots, hitting the eyebrows of the two men who had only half pulled the trigger.

Bang bang!

The loud sound of gunfire should be able to be heard very far on this vast road.

"Damn it!"

At the same moment, one of the four men with the same clothes and equipment jumped out from the back of the truck, and he also had a bullet belt wrapped around his body. They also immediately chose to give this woman a crushing glance!

At this moment, the engine of the motorcycle roared like a beast. Jess grabbed the steering wheel of the motorcycle with both hands at the same time, and after pressing down the shock absorber of the front wheel heavily, he pulled the front of the motorcycle up hard. The huge driving force of the rear wheels made the motorcycle almost stand upright.

The motorcycle turned into a beast and charged directly at the men. After pulling out the silver pistol from the front of the motorcycle, Jess also pulled out a black pistol from his left leg.

The two guns, from the left and right sides of the motorcycle, still fired accurately!

When the bodies of several men fell down at the same time, the motorcycle stopped suddenly before it even reached the headlights of the truck.

Jesus rolled his long legs and got off the motorcycle. She climbed over the front of the truck easily and got to the back of the truck.

Here, Jess saw a dozen children ranging from seven or eight years old to twelve or thirteen years old. They just hugged each other and looked at the woman standing on the truck in horror.

"It's okay, I will send you home." Jesus looked at these orphans as if he was seeing himself in the past, his voice became softer, and he put away his black and silver guns.

Right now.

“Allah-hu Akbar!”

That was a man who suddenly appeared behind the truck. He was probably hiding behind the back of the truck from the beginning. But at this moment, this man was holding a grenade in his hand!

He was about to pull the safety catch on the grenade!

In the flash of lightning, a flash of lightning flashed through Jess's eyes, and she waved her arms suddenly! A blue-purple arc shot out from her arm and directly hit the man's body.

As if the man had become a conductor, a powerful electric current was wildly raging through his body, making his entire body numb and unconscious.

He himself will never have consciousness again, because he is dead.

"Sister...are you an angel?" A little girl looked at this scene in amazement and said subconsciously.

"Angel?" Jesus shook his head, but then said: "I'm just an Avenger. Tell me where your home is."

She needs to send these children back as soon as possible and then use the communication on this truck to contact a certain stronghold.

The next step is to eradicate this stronghold, one of the strongholds installed in the Middle East under the Michael Club.

After leaving that eastern country, she had eradicated two of the same strongholds in the past period of time.

But only more!

Jes privately looked at the rolling dust and said silently: "I'm...ing!"

Jess privately drove the truck and twisted the steering wheel as hard as he could, causing the truck to turn around quickly. The tires rubbed against the ground, powerfully sweeping away the bodies on the ground.

The body was on the road and was swept away at once.

…

…

A huge body was flying out from the ropes of the ring at this time. Anyone who fell hard to the ground and the audience surrounding the ring ducked in time, so the person flying out from the ring could only hit the floor hard. above.

This guy can't stand up anymore!

The spectators holding tickets to this fighter had to think in despair.

"Anton! Anton! Our Anton! He once again defeated a powerful opponent! This is Anton's seventh victory since he started competing two days ago! Is a myth about to be born? Oh! Oh my god, Anton, you are the most powerful warrior I have ever seen! Call me!!”

The referee raised Anton's arm and shouted wildly!

"Anton!", "Anton!", "Anton!"

The shouts at the scene continued. But Anton... Anton Leer didn't know why, but he hated these people's crazy calls at this time.

He walked off the stage without saying a word, and ignored Nikita's words as he walked over to the lounge.

Nikita, who had chased him all the way to the lounge, closed the door. After thinking for a while, he walked up to Anton and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Aren't you happy that you defeated that guy just now?"

Anton shook his head. He looked at Nikita and suddenly asked: "Nikita, how much money did you make today?"

"Today's harvest is good!" Nikita couldn't help but feel happy when talking about this matter.

"Nikita, do I have enough money to build a tree house base now?"

Nikita was stunned. He had completely forgotten about this matter!

In fact, in just two or three days, through Anton's victory on the stage, he not only received rich bonuses, but even secretly made bets, and also made a huge amount of money. This is what he has done in his life. The most money I have ever made!

"Oh! Dear Anton, you should know that building a tree base is not an easy task!" Nikita said seriously at this moment: "You have to know that a big tree is not just It’s just a tree! It’s still on the land! Do you know land? It’s either private or national! So, you have to buy it together with the land under the big tree to truly own it. This big tree! But to buy and sell land, you need a lot of funds!"

Anton shook his head and said, "But I don't want to continue fighting."

Nikita said quickly: "How can you not fight? You are invincible! You are the most powerful here! As long as you stand in the ring, it means that money is constantly flying towards your pocket, and you need All you do is throw your opponent down! Look, how simple this is!"

Anton stood up.

His figure was so tall that Nikita looked up at this moment, and a strange pressure suddenly appeared in Nikita's heart, "Anton, what do you want to do..."

Anton shook his head, "Nikita, this was my last fight. I won't fight again in the future. I'm leaving! Give me the money I earned!"

"What? You don't want to fight! No!" Nikita shouted subconsciously and angrily.

Perhaps this face was indeed shocking to Anton to a certain extent, so that he subconsciously showed a fearful expression.

Damn it!

This Siberian bear-like guy is actually afraid of his own shouting! Nikita looked at this scene in disbelief. He frowned, but he didn't want to push Anton too hard. Who knew what this guy would do if he was pushed too hard? This guy's common sense is very low!

"Let's do this, Anton! Three more games! Just three games! After the fight, we won't fight, okay?" Nikita said after discussion.

Anton thought for a while, then suddenly stretched out his palm, and especially his little finger.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Hook your fingers! We agreed on three games!" Anton said matter-of-factly.

Who knows what Nikita is going through in his heart right now... Anyway, he is in disbelief, unable to laugh or cry, his heart is racing like an alpaca with this extremely strong man...

Ticked! !

"Nikita! This is a man's promise!"

"Okay...ok..." (To be continued.)