Peerless Genius System

For some reason, Jiang Zhiming and Kong Yunhong did not find any hostility, but occasionally heard a crow roar.

The sound was so far away that it was so weak that even Sholo, even if he had just overheard it, it had taken him half a day, and when another gust of wind had swept in, he finally determined its orientation and distance, opened his eyes, turned his head in the northwest direction, and without saying anything, he took the sniper gun and walked out of the car.

Jiang Zhiming did not ask anything, but waved to the members of the special operations team, indicating that everyone followed in battle form and was closely guarded around.

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Five dark-skinned, fluffy-dressed Libyan men surrounded a woman about 500 metres northwest of Sholo.

The woman was hot, wearing a vest and shorts, a bare waist with less than a luxurious grip, and two long thighs were very eye-catching, a large wave of golden hair, standard five officials, although not exceptional in appearance, but in this place of war, she was like a unique scenery line, or a delicious dish with great food, attracting the conquest of men.

On the next floor, there was a fat man lying in his blood, stabbed with more than a dozen knives, and the blood flowing from him stained the surrounding soil, and from his unfocused eyes it could be seen that he was dead, very painful to die, his mouth wide and his distorted five officials, like a struggle from the soul.

“I… I am a journalist from China, you… dare to hurt me in the slightest, the army of our country will… will trample here…"

The woman was terrified and warned them in very proficient English that her voice was trembling because of fear, and that the images of her fellow cameraman being brutally murdered by these thugs nearly collapsed her nerves.

And these Libyan thugs do not understand her words at all, and they do not need to understand them. There is nothing left in their eyes but the glow of lewdness and evil. They speak Arabic, which women do not understand, and put their hands on women.

“What are you doing... Don't touch me...”

The woman trembled indelibly, like a little deer surrounded by five wild beasts flowing through the halla, scared and desperate, she could clearly smell the stench emanating from these Libyan thugs, it was a dirty smell, as if she hadn't changed her clothes in a month or two and had never bathed, she could even see the big eye shit attached to their corners.

Too dirty, too stinky!

She's not the kind of girl who's new to society. How can she not know what these thugs want to do to her? When she thinks about her body being tarnished, her face is instantly pale.

One of the Libyan thugs said something.

The next second, the five of us go together and rip the woman's clothes.

“Stop... what are you doing...”

The woman struggled to resist and screamed. A man was furious and pushed her directly to the ground with brute force. Then she found her right foot dragged by a brutal hand. She was dragged to the ground and slipped. She could hear other thugs laughing furiously, rubbing her back against the ground and hurting hot.

“Let me go, you bastards, let me go...”

The woman collapsed and shouted out loudly, she felt like a pig in the countryside dragged to the stage by people, unable to resist, unable to escape, had no choice but to be slaughtered, tears like rain, at this moment, the civilized world is so far away from her.

In that disgusting, demonic laugh, her hair was messy, dirty by the sand on the ground, her shoes were taken off first, then her stockings ripped off by the stiffs, and her top left her body in a string of "stabbing” sounds.

“Don't... stop... don't...”

A loud and fierce slap fanned on her face, bloodstained the corner of her mouth. This slap allowed the woman to give up her resistance, lie on the ground in desperate cry, tears wet her cheek and all her makeup flowered.

Her hands and feet were stomped when the clothes were almost removed.

When a smelly man was found riding on her, his dirty and disgusting hands rudely tore off her bra and razed the two jade rabbits in her chest, her screams intensified, feeling that she had lost her human dignity.

Five Libyan thugs watched the gorgeous woman on the ground and couldn't help but swallow her mouth, while four others urged their companions riding on the woman to hurry up officers, and they couldn't wait to taste the body of the Chinese woman.

I didn't even know they were surrounded...

The Libyan thug riding on the woman was just about to take off his pants and do his job. An icy gunshot was put on his back of his head, permeating the chill, instantly dispersed all his evil thoughts, raised his head, only to see surrounded by a group of Chinese soldiers in camouflage clothes, his four companions were similarly held by guns, their hands raised their heads and looked at themselves in horror.

“Grunting ~”

Cold tremors, a hard sip of saliva, and a cold sweat burst out all over her.

The Libyan thugs on the woman opened their eyes and slowly raised their hands.

“How dare you bully our Chinese women? Are you tired of living? ”

Kong Yunhong was furious at this time and hit the Libyan thug in the head with a gun butt.

In a state of anger, the power was naturally sufficient, and the rifle butt fell, and the Libyan thug bled instantly, leaving the woman and slamming her head on a dusty ground.

Jiang Zhiming quickly took off his camouflage clothes, covered the woman lying on the ground, and held her up: “It's okay, you're safe! ”

When she heard familiar Chinese, the woman opened her tears from despair, waiting to be seen as a soldier in their national camouflage costume, she cried with joy, put into Jiang Zhiming's arms heavy crying, unsettled, her body trembled in the intolerable Cerser, she couldn't say anything, a vigorous cry, the experience was like a terrible nightmare, reminding her of it, she was not chilled.

Sholo was the first to hear the noise here, but the last to come up, to solve the five Libya thugs who could not help themselves during the war. Jiang Zhiming just went up, just waiting for him to come closer and discover that this woman who was almost violent was so familiar, he almost spoke out and asked: “Are you... Tang Wan? ”

The woman turned her head from Jiang Zhiming's arms and her face unbelievably widened her mother's tears: “Sholo? ”

The two eyes were opposite each other, their faces were so familiar, Sholo was stunned, I really didn't expect to meet Tang Wanyun in Libya, he remembered the most recent meeting with this college girl was at a gathering in Jiangcheng last year, she seemed to say that her profession was small editor...