The last leader of the world starts with an elite infantry squad!

Ignoring Wang Lao Er who retreated back into the crowd in disgrace

Zhao Dong raised his right hand, and someone immediately handed him an electric horn.

After adjusting his mood slightly, Zhao Dong's sad voice came out from the speaker that was severely distorted after being flooded with water.

Well, it sounds more heart-wrenching this way. Uncle Dong said he is very satisfied with the tone.

"Sir, I am Zhao Lin's father."

"I would like to ask you, on what basis do you have the power to attack an ordinary citizen?"

"He's only 22 years old! I'm almost 70! What a tragedy of human nature that an old man dies a young man!"

"As the saying goes, the people should not fight against the officials!"

"But today, I, an old man, want justice! I want an explanation!"

"Otherwise, not only will I, an old man, disagree, but the hundred or so people in our Luobo Village will also disagree!"

"We will sue you even if it costs us our lives!"

Zhao Dong's last cry was like a cuckoo crying blood.

Although there was some acting involved, he was his own son after all, so Zhao Dong's voice was filled with real emotion.

As soon as the words fell, the hundred or so people in Luobo Village all shouted

"Correct!"

"I'll sue you! I'll sue you!"

"We're going to sue you to death!"

...

Lu Chong stood in the heavy rain. Even though he was wearing a raincoat, his whole body was almost soaked by the water vapor. The sticky feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

After listening for a while, he picked his ears anxiously.

"Fuck, what the hell are they talking about?"

"Clatter and tattle!"

"What are they shouting behind me, saying they want to fuck me, fuck me to death?"

Lu Chong, who was from the south of the Yangtze River, listened for a long time but couldn't understand anything. The Mandarin with a heavy accent, the hoarse broken loudspeaker, and the heavy rain made him more and more impatient.

"Fuck it, attacking a military vehicle with a knife is fucking justified? What a bunch of troublemakers!"

"Little Ben, you tell me, you are from Guangji, did you hear clearly? They are talking about Diaomao!"

"Are you yelling that you want to fuck me?"

The signalman standing by was also a little uncertain.

"I didn't quite hear what he said."

“He is your father”

“He wants you to explain.”

"About a hundred of them disagreed."

"I'll risk my life to kill you"

"What you heard afterwards was a group of them shouting, 'We're going to fuck you, we're going to fuck you, we're going to fuck you to death'"

"Fuck it! It's fucking crazy!"

Lu Chong was so angry that he punched the hood of the Mengshi 3 armored vehicle.

He couldn't figure it out. Has the world changed?

Those thugs in the military factory were scared when they saw guns, so why did the people here ignore them again and again?

Is it true that my three-man team has no deterrent effect at all?

"A bunch of armed criminals! Thugs!"

"I'm going to see how they do me today!"

As he spoke, Lu Chong pulled out the Type 92 pistol from his waist, stared at the old man in the crowd who had just scolded him with a loudspeaker, and rushed straight over.

When little Aben saw Lu rushing over, he quickly called on two squads of soldiers in the platoon to follow.

Kata~

Kata~

The sound of gun bolts being pulled was heard, indicating that all the soldiers were ready to see blood.

"Fuck you! Scream?"

Lu Chong was a tall and strong man. He rushed into the flock of sheep like an angry brown bear. He held the Type 92 pistol in his hand upside down and used it as a mini baton.

He hit the yellow-haired man with the lip stud in the front with a hammer.

Hey~

At this moment, Huangmao felt that his head was about to split apart.

He covered the bloody bump on his head with a look of horror and backed away screaming.

After smashing the yellow-haired guy on the right, Lu Chong chopped towards the left with lightning speed.

The edges on the back of the pistol were as sharp as a knife. The man with a crew cut holding the machete was unable to react in time and a finger-long cut was made on his forehead, with blood flowing out.

But he had no intention of fighting back and could only hide in the crowd behind him in embarrassment.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you! You're scolding me!"

"How dare you scold me!"

Just like that, Lu Chong alternated between left and right, swinging his pistol into a round shape and smashing it violently.

The thugs blocking his way were knocked down by him and fled away screaming in agony!

With such a ferocious attitude, Lu Chong used the 92 pistol in his hand to smash through the crowd and rushed to Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong looked up in horror at the warrior in front of him who was acting as if he was in an empty space. He couldn't understand why the warrior seemed even angrier when it was clearly his son who died.

Is there any justice in the world?

Lu Chong couldn't understand why the old man in front of him dared to scold him!

Lu Chong, who was about 1.9 meters tall, pinned down Zhao Dong, who was about 1.6 meters tall, like Xiang Yu beating a goblin, and smashed Zhao Dong's head with his pistol.

"Too fierce!"

"That's fucking fierce!"

Upon seeing this, the surrounding villagers began to crawl away, fearing that if they retreated too late they would also be held down and beaten.

At this time, the follow-up troops of the first company arrived. As soon as the company commander Jia Sanniu got off the car, he saw Lu Chong surrounded by hundreds of people, each of whom was holding a weapon in his hands.

"Fuck it, this is outrageous!"

"Surround me!"

"If you dare to move, you will be killed without mercy!"