Monster Factory

Five seconds to think about time?

Think carefully?

General Bakler was so angry that he was so angry that he was about to erupt as if he were awake in the middle of Kilimanjaro volcano.

The young man who does not know the immensity of heaven and earth must not have fully understood his true identity.

In the territory of the State of Tagana, no one dared to ask him to consider anything while General Bakr was in office.

“Well, I'll give you a choice.” General Bakler stared hard at Ye Qing, "Within five seconds, you and General Mop released three of my men and compensated me for another $10 million in damages. ”

With his voice, the group of miscellaneous armed men standing behind General Bakler have touched the AK's safety switch one by one.

He has endured so long in the face of General Mopu.

One dominates the western part of Nicaragua and the other calls for wind and rain in the territory of the State of Tagana. Ping Su, because there is no conflict of interest, the relationship is not too frigid. It is almost impossible to meet and enter the confrontation mode without even saying hello.

It is also because of General Mopu's outrageous attitude that makes him even more angry.

General Moppe saw the scene and immediately put his hand behind his back and made a gesture. Those SS members strained their muscles one by one, and as long as there was a slight movement, they would relentlessly tear each other to pieces.

Time flies a little, five seconds is just a few breaths away.

“Five seconds have passed. ”

Ye Qing took a few steps backwards, and the metal experts who had been standing on both sides immediately replaced him, putting Ye Qing's escort behind him.

Ye Qing said with some regret: “Looks like you chose not to cooperate, let alone compensate. ”

The air around the original sword pull crossbow became instantly solidified.

General Bakler's fierce expression was a little stunned. Is this young man insane?

“No one dares provoke my dignity.” General Bakler decided to do whatever he wanted to do, and he was going to teach these foreigners a harsh lesson.

He was trying to lift his hand, but he couldn't.

General Bakler made a mistake.

The young man did not look threatened, but his anger drove him out of his mind.

If he can calm down and analyze it, think about it, only inside the eagle that was shot down by his men, showing the tech content of the place. And General Moppe is an anomaly, and he's tough on his attitude. I don't know, he can probably guess the identity of the young man in front of him.

There is no time left, General Bakler has just been prepared to lift his hand. His mind suddenly felt a blast, as if something had happened between the flashes.

By the time his consciousness returned, he found his own men flying in the air.

Just a meter out in front of him, two cold-faced Huaxia men, one of them, kept his legs up high.

He was kicked off by lightning like a leopard.

Without waiting for him to land, he had just returned to his consciousness and was instantly frightened out of the sky by a shock coming down from the sky.

In the middle of the sky, he saw a hot, lava-like line of fire pouring out of a black shadow. By the time he landed, the lava line had been thrown straight behind him.

In the roar of the fire line, like the roar of Death.

“Boom boom boom boom boom boom!”

General Backler and his men, the first reaction was to curl up and hold their heads.

In their frightened eyes, the platoon behind them, consisting of dozens of pickups and several Land Cruisers, suddenly turned into paper paste. The line swept over the convoy, which instantly collapsed, sparkling with light and smoke.

General Bakler finally understood that the lava line was made up of an oversized naval bomb.

These projectiles, fired from high altitudes, are so dense that they can be connected to a straight line of fire.

The bomb landed and the earth trembled. Their convoy was completely torn to pieces by this line of fire, and the flames rose and the smoke rolled over, and it was General Backler and his miscellaneous men who saw death descend into general panic.

In their incredible eyes, a black aircraft measuring 30 meters long, tens of meters wide, tore up the rising black smoke and appeared above their heads in a monarchical position.

No one can describe this shock scenario, the black aircraft just stuck over these miscellaneous armies, and the powerful tail currents generated by the four thrusters blew them into the wind's floating grass.

In addition to Ye Qing, SS members, including General Mopu, chose to squat on the ground.

This sudden blow from the sky, even if it strikes more than twenty metres from their target, still scares them overwhelmed.

Good thing they recognized the black aircraft and knew it belonged to the giant animal industry, which was why they couldn't resist running around.

General Bakler's side was finally reflected in the miscellaneous army, which had been rolled over by a violent air stream. Afraid, they raised their arms and opened fire on the aircraft that had covered the entire sun over their heads.

dīng dīng dīng ~

After a flash of Mars, the aircraft was naturally undamaged, but instead those who hit the indestructible shell and bounced back, adding a few more unlucky ghosts to the crowd below for free.

Once General Mopu has returned to his senses, ask the SS members to hand over the ignorant army of miscellaneous cards.

……

When he came, General Bakler was very spirited.

General Bakler, now, is tied back to his hands by his belt.

The cartoonists, one by one, shrunk under the Central Bus, and they were both scared and excited.

Living in China, who has ever seen anything like war?

But the scene was a little too big for them to feel like they were sleepwalking for a while.

The moment before, they were also shivering at Cerser under threat from three border inspectors. As soon as Ye Qing arrived, the three border guards were sentenced to a life sentence, even the rescuers they had moved in - the local warlord whose platoon seemed so big that he was scared to death by the aircraft that had descended from the sky.

Of course they won't admit that they were almost frightened by that or something, and they think it's the most exciting day in 20 or 30 years.

Chen Qiuqiu, a small, well-known aesthetically beautiful comic artist in China, has become obsessed with Ye Qing's eyes. Comics are usually good at creating heroic male protagonists. Yet only today did Chen Qiuqiu find that reality is always more exciting than comics.

A “male protagonist” she could not even think about appearing in front of her.

“Well... that aircraft, it's like we've been on a witch flight. ”

“Not like, sure. If you look at the four thrusters, you'll see which company, besides the giant animal industry, can make them.” Qin Feizhou shrugged directly next to the Central Bus door, feeling both excited and nervous.

The other girl kept biting her finger, “He's so handsome! ”

The male cartoonists stopped talking. They kept staring at Ye Qingshadow, and their eyes were full of worship.

Ye Qingzheng and General Mopu now looked down at General Bakle, who had been tied up backwards. The latter are slowly plunging into a silent and immense abyss of tension under the watchful eye of both.

Eventually, General Bakler chose to break the silence, and he cried out: "I… I make amends, $6 million a piece, as long as you let me go. ”

“Late.” Ye Qing never let go of his thoughts.

The conflict had broken out, and even if the witch aircraft had descended from the sky, it had not directly targeted the crowd with defensive machine guns, but had simply shot their means of transport into pieces of iron. But in the aftermath of their attack, a couple of bad luck guys were hit by a bounce.

Their ability to survive is problematic, as are the acts of those three men who dare to rob their fellow citizens of their valuables, which must be severely punished.

Forgive them, surely they will not willingly swallow this breath.

“Spread them out and dig until we're done with the mining. ”

This is the simplest and roughest way. Ye Qing has no time, and he is not in the mood to ignore the warlord relationship on this land.

There is no impact on Ye Qing whatsoever on the political turmoil that would ensue if General Bakler were taken to the mine.

“Yes." General Mopu lifted his chest immediately.

He took out the stone blade that symbolizes power again. He laid the blade on General Bakler's shoulder and smiled again. "Now, as the supreme consul of Anutu District, I declare you...”

Short blades appeared, leaving General Bakler angry, and he growled, “Mope, do you know the consequences of locking me up? ”

“The king of the western realm of your house, willing to be a hyena for foreigners? ”

General Mopu laid his short blade and punched him hard in the face of General Bakler, who said seriously: “Mr. Ye is the real king of our western realm. ”

“You are the hyena, and only hyenas are foolish enough to piss off the majesty of the Prairie King. ”

“I am Mr. Ye's envoy in the West. ”