The Coming of Brother Ming

For God's sake, Alimu, that white-skinned pig is really awesome. He could repair that broken jeep with a wrench. It's a pity that he is not our brother.

He's awesome. No matter how awesome he is, we'll still tie him up. When he builds missiles for us, we'll bury him in the desert and see if his awesomeness can help him survive.

Two terrorists with gauze scarves covering their heads and carrying AKs on their shoulders were chatting at the security post, unaware that they were in danger.

Dover's steps were not fast, but very light, leaving only a series of shallow footprints on the sand dune.

Good day you two, is there an American named Tony Stark here?

Dover stood quietly next to the two terrorist guards. He looked polite and polite. Looking at his smiling eyes, it was completely impossible to tell that he was talking to two armed terrorists. Instead, he seemed to be talking to two terrorists. General chat with gentlemen.

Farke who are you?

Raise your hands and don't move

The two terrorists were startled. When they saw Dover, they reflexively raised their guns and pointed them at Dover.

Oh, gentlemen, I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm just asking if you have an American named Tony Stark here.

Dover spread his hands and looked relaxed, not caring at all about the situation where he was being pointed at a gun.

What are you, Tony Stark, what are you going to do?

Hearing Dover's question, one of the terrorists suddenly rolled his eyes, and then he began to inquire about Dover's details in a more sinister tone.

Oh, it seems that I have found the right place. Gentlemen, can you let me take him away? This will be good for everyone.By the way, I don't like people pointing guns at me.

With Dover's keen perception, he easily discovered the pause in the terrorist's eyes.

In line with the traditional thinking of flower growers, which is to be courteous before fighting, Dover hopes to take Tony away peacefully. Of course, he also knows that this is impossible, but isn't this a reflection of the politeness of flower growers.

Chet, if you don’t like it, then go die.

How can terrorists have a gentle temper? In their eyes, as long as it is detrimental to their interests, they will use their guns and bombs to destroy everything.

You are such a rude barbarian. Hum, if you don’t want peace, then I will destroy you.

As soon as Dover finished speaking, two silk threads instantly wrapped around the necks of the two terrorists.

In an instant, a red mark appeared on the necks of the two men, and then blood quickly erupted from the incision under the influence of pressure.

Two coquettishly red blood flowers bloomed, along with their heads, the whole scene was extremely strange.

Just when Dover easily eliminated the two guards, the base behind them seemed to have received an alarm, and a group of terrorists with weapons ran over.

Alimu Habib

The team leader watched helplessly as two of his men were beheaded in a strange way. For a moment, fear and anger filled his heart.

When they rushed over, all their emotions turned into anger. Under the witness of the true God, they wanted to avenge their brothers.

Damn it, shoot me

At the squad leader's order, all the terrorists pulled the trigger.

The muzzles of more than twenty guns burst into flames at the same time. Accompanied by the symphony of death, bullets filled the sky and headed straight for Dover, not far away.

It’s really ruined my brain. Since a stranger dares to appear here alone and undisguised, he has no confidence in killing you with silk thread. I’m sorry for my silk thread.

A hint of disgust flashed through Dover's calm eyes. He really didn't feel the pleasure of killing these terrorists.

Under the rain of bullets, Dover calmly stretched out his right hand, and the dense threads quickly flew out from his fingers. Each one seemed to have a command, and quickly rushed towards the bullets in the air.

嗞

The bullet heads rotated at high speed and rubbed sharply with the air. With a lot of heat, they hit the silk thread that should be in front of them.

It's a pity that the bullet that had always been invincible encountered Dover's thread at this moment.

During the impact, their energy was gradually consumed until they disappeared. The last bright yellow copper bullets stopped their progress and hung strangely in mid-air.

Seeing the bullet heads neatly stopping in front of Dover as if the stop button had been pressed, these terrorists panicked. Each of their faces hidden behind gauze scarves was filled with panic.

This is no longer something they can understand. This is something only God can do.

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The terrorist squad leader could not speak complete words at this moment. He did not directly know what would greet him next, but he knew that today might be the day when he returns to the embrace of God.

A man who can behead two of his men without blinking will never care if his hands are stained with more blood.

Why are you afraid? Don't be afraid. This is just one of my abilities. It is very simple and very practical.

With light steps, Dover walked behind the bullet wall, and then the bullet-filled wall seemed to have consciousness, opening a door for Dover to pass through.

Look, isn’t it very practical?

Dover raised his eyebrows at these terrorists, seeming to express the practicality of his abilities. However, the more relaxed he appeared, the heavier and more frightened the hearts of those terrorists became.

Okay, I'm going to see Tony. Go back to where you came from, bye bye.

Turning his head in a semblance of a manner, Dover said goodbye to these bullets with a smile on his face.

As Dover's farewell ended, these bullets seemed to really understand. They squeezed a few distances in the direction opposite the terrorists one by one, then charged up their energy and rushed towards their former master.

puff

puff

The sound of densely packed bullets passing through flesh resounded in this vast desert.

In this concerto of metal and flesh, Dover slowly walked towards the entrance of the terrorist base.

When he disappeared from the entrance, the twenty dozen corpses left on the ground outside confirmed the unequal massacre that had just occurred.

The vultures in the distance spread their wings at this moment, and the faint smell of blood conveyed to them that a delicious meal was waiting for them.

The blood-red water seems to have brought some vitality to this desert. Next spring, some sand plants may thrive here.See more prestige official account: hhxs665