Peerless Genius System

In a small, dark sewer well, Tang Wanqin had a strong sense of claustrophobia, like being buried alive, making her suffocate, suffer, her chest bored. The only light was penetrating through the small hole on the well cover, and the fresh air seemed to have to come through this hole, so that the more she felt suffocated, squatting here for a few minutes, she was a little unbearable and wanted to call Sholo to remove the well cover.

At this point, a noisy footstep entered her ear, as if someone were walking in her ear, shocking her in the atmosphere, and then there was the roar of a car, which she knew was coming from the rebels of Libya.

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“Colonel! ”

A Libyan rebel leader saluted Hamis.

“Where are the people?” Hamis asked eagerly in the voice of the coarse mine.

“In that house.” The leader pointed to the building in the distance, 78 stories tall, and replied.

Hamish pushed him away: "MD, if you know where he is, why haven't you taken him down yet? ”

Just say it and go out to prepare yourself.

The leader immediately stopped him: “No, Colonel, the man's shooting was accurate, and a dozen of us have died under his gun, all with one bullet in the head. ”

“Gun in the head? ”

Hamis opened his eyes in amazement, and a leader had reported this to him earlier in the factory, and now it seems that the factory is doing the same, and the shooting is so accurate, when it's really a little bluffy.

The leader said, “I've got everyone covered up, Colonel, and you've got instructions! ”

“Instruct my ass to go up there and kill me alive. I'll give you $100,000!” Hamish was angry, he had more than 800 people here, and a sniper who had revealed his position had nothing to fear, and the direct human naval tactics pressed on him, and the result was absolutely unmistakable.

“Yes."

The leader quietly took orders from Hamish.

There must be a courageous man under the reward. I heard there was a 100,000 prize money. The Libyan rebels poured from all sides to that house like crazy.

“Come on, come on, I'll kill you! ”

Sholoh's eyes beat deep in the private building, and the beast in his body woke up, and his body was essentially exuded with intense brazenness.

Two hundred Libyan rebels had just rushed into the civilian house, and it was not clear what was going on. The ceiling on his head seemed to bear precise bursts, collapsed without any signs. More than a dozen people were killed alive. Some stones were heavy and the edges were extremely sharp. After hitting a Libyan rebel army, his belly was cut open, his intestines were exposed naked and the images were incredibly bloody.

The rest of the Libyan rebels stunned, shooting indiscriminately at the top and climbing up the stairs.

Just as they stepped onto the third floor of the stairwell, a dark thing crossed an arc trajectory in the air from a corner, landed on the stairs, and then sneaked down the stairs, all the way to a dense crowd.

“It's grenades!!! ”

There was a Libyan rebel who lost his sight and shouted.

Just after his voice had fallen, the grenade exploded and a hot wave broke out of the corridor, accompanied by a terrible scream, the smoke rose, the viscera of the limbs splattered, more than a dozen rebels crossed the scene of death, the bodies lay seven vertical on the stairs, the surface of each body was burned in large areas, and the walls on both sides of the stairs were covered with blood.

“Hiss ~”

This bloody picture caused the Libyan rebels, who had just lost their minds with a huge bounty, to breathe a chill. Many people fought their way out of the house and the other side took advantage of the terrain. They went up so blindly that they feared that they would be blown to death by hand grenades before they reached the top floor.

“Hey, what are you thinking? ”

At a time of uncertainty, a slightly dramatic voice came from above.

This subconscious rise of the Libyan rebels saw the extermination of their colonel's 100,000 reward for the capture of Chinese fighters alive.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom."

Respond immediately and shoot.

But Schollo reacted faster and was as agile as a spiritual monkey, flashing out of the hallway at the moment they fired.

When they arrived on the fifth floor, they saw a man in a camouflage suit facing them in the messy hall.

“Hands in the air! ”

The squad leader held the gun and drank loudly.

“Humph...”

Sholo's shoulders shrugged slightly and smiled coldly.

Listen to this laugh, these Libyan rebels are trembling, and all they feel is that all their hair is at its roots, and it's too pervasive.

“You hear me? Put your hands up!” The captain spoke again and scolded.

“None of you know if you're going to survive the next moment. Do you have the right to ask me to raise my hand? ”

As he said that, Sholo turned around slowly, his eyes had lost any emotional color, the scarlet was like blood, bloodthirsty cold, and the murderous breath emanated from his body, as if to instantly cool the whole house down to the ice.

Red... red eyes?!

This group of Libyan rebels only felt a chestnut on their soul. Never before have they seen the human eye as scarlet. The survival instinct cultivated in the viciousness prompted the team leader to shout wildly: “Shoot him, kill him! ”

The prize money was not enough to appease their inner fears, and everyone pulled the trigger.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom."

The bullet flew across, the shell casing fell, the gunpoint caught on fire, and the dense bullet staggered Sholoh's figure around.

But no one thought that the moment they fired, Sholo's figure disappeared.

Gone?

Where have you been? Is this a ghost encounter?

A group of Libyan rebels were frightened for a moment and could not return to God, searching around for Sholo's figure.

The squad leader suddenly felt a cold attack on his heavenly lid and raised his head. He saw only one steel bar fall on his head. He didn't even have time to react. He watched the steel bar smash into his head.

“Pfft ~”

The captain was killed instantly, his head was smashed in by this steel bar, his skull cracked, shattered, blood and white slurry burst out of his skull, his head smashed into a beach of scum, like a corpse with no head, and he landed stiff.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the Libyan rebels were horrified, their eyes widened, and one stick smashed a man's head into a slurry. Is this still a man? This is a demon!

Prompted by fear, they fired wildly again.

Sholoh became a phantom, turned into a ghost, avoided the bullet attacks, came one after the other to the Libyan rebels, and aimed them in the head with a stuffy stick, but the stuffy stick was replaced by a steel bar.

Every time I smashed it, the rebels in Libya were going to pour down a man, full of bloody heads, and the blood was spilled with white viscosity.