Metropolis: The most powerful face-slapping system

At the border, Ah San's army was slowly approaching, but they did not cross the border rashly. After all, Huaxia's night vision goggles were not vegetarian anymore. Once the infrared sensor sensed it, they immediately found it.

Their action tonight is to create a riot, and the main force of the riot is these supernatural beings.

Among them, the leader is the monk who just attacked Lin Tian.

According to their plan, it is true that there are Chinese supernatural beings on the current border, but there are almost no supernatural beings like monks. The only one who can make monks afraid is the commander of the western theater, the commander Ye. two.

Thin Man and Scar Man.

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together, said a Buddhist word, and walked towards the border with his Zen stick.

On the Huaxia border, there is a sentry post at 200 meters, and a mobile post at 500 stations. In addition, it is now a period of confrontation, and there are patrols patrolling around the border continuously. Every 10 minutes, a patrol passes the border.

Yuan Jun is a sentry soldier on the border. He has been in the army for three years. Now he is the squad leader. At this moment, he is at his post, holding a gun, and carefully guarding the territory of the motherland. He knows that the dark shadows on the opposite side, They are enemies that endanger the motherland and the people, and he must take good care of them.

Suddenly, as if he heard something, he immediately raised his gun, looked at the darkness in front of him intently, and shouted sharply: "Who is it!"

Hearing the sound, the surrounding teammates rushed over quickly.

"What's the matter, monitor, what's the matter?"

"What did you see?"

Yuan Jun shook his head, expressing that he was unclear. Within 500 meters of the sentry post, more than a dozen soldiers had already gathered, and the mobile support was very fast.

Suddenly, there was another sound in the darkness.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
As if something was coming this way, Yuan Jun immediately picked up the searchlight, turned it on, pointed it at the darkness ahead, and instantly illuminated the front. In the vagueness, the soldiers saw a monk walking towards them with a cane Come.

Seeing this, a comrade-in-arms nearby shouted: "Hey! Master, this is the border of China. Have you lost your way and made a mistake? Turn around and go home."

Hearing his comrades shouting, the monk still had no intention of stopping, and continued to move forward.

Yuan Jun thought to himself, how could there be monks running towards the border at such a night and at this time, thinking, Yuan Jun pressed the abnormal alarm button on his body to call for reinforcements.

"Hey, that bald man, didn't I hear you?"

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
In response, the monk continued to move forward, the knocking sound of the crutches and the ground.

"You ride a horse."

As he said that, some comrades around him started to raise their guns, aimed at the monk, and said sharply, "I'll say it again, if you go any further, don't blame me for being rude?"

Because the monk continued to move forward, the tension among his comrades became more and more serious. Finally, at a distance of five or six meters from the border of China, that is, in front of the soldiers, the monk stopped. He picked up the Zen staff and forced it down. Immediately, Yuan Jun and the others could feel a distinct tremor under their feet, and many small rocks around them were rolling down.

"Amitabha!"

The monk clasped his hands together and spoke standard Mandarin Buddhist language.

Yuan Jun and others clenched the guns in their hands and looked nervously at the weird middle-aged monk in front of them.

"Hehehe, all benefactors, don't be nervous, the old monk is not here to make trouble, but just to find someone." The monk smiled, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

Yuan Jun stepped forward and asked, "I don't know who the master is looking for?"

The monk clasped his hands again and said, "Amitabha, I have a disciple who just turned ten years old. Before the sun set, he was still in front of me. Now it's dark. He was playful and got lost. I just came to your place. I want to go find someone."

Yuan Jun squinted his eyes, holding the gun in his hand, ready to take it out at any time.

Find someone?

Just kidding, come to the border to find someone at night?
Play Lugou Bridge with me here!

He said in a heavy voice: "I think the master made a mistake. Today, our army did not find the disciple of the master. Presumably he should have returned to the temple early to look for you. I hope the master will go back sooner."

Hearing this, the monk pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, is that so, no way, no way, my disciple is really not in your place, right?"

Yuan Jun put his hands behind his back and made a gesture. The teammates behind him immediately understood what the captain meant, and they left immediately.

Seeing this, the monk immediately said, "No matter what, let me go and have a look."

Yuan Jun was holding a gun, staring at the monk with wolf-like eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Hearing Yuan Jun's words, the monk seemed very sorry and said: "Amitabha, alas, my Buddha is merciful, why does the reality have to persecute the old monk like this?"

After saying this, the monk clasped his hands together and stood on the spot like a Bodhisattva hanging down. Two seconds later, he said, "Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a swishing sound from behind the monk, and dozens of black figures sprang out of the darkness like wolves!
The pupils of Yuan Jun's eyes dilated instantly. After three years of special forces training, his reaction was different from that of other teammates. He immediately raised his gun and prepared to shoot. As soon as the gun rang, the entire front line could hear it, just when his hand was about to pull the trigger. , a big hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up. What's more frightening was that he couldn't use his strength anymore.

Even so, there was no trace of fear in Yuan Jun's eyes. He moved his gaze downward with difficulty, as if he wanted to see the monk's face clearly.

Seeing this, the monk looked at Yuan Jun with great interest, playing with his taste: "Do you want to dance too? Ordinary people."