Peerless Genius System

Sholoh continued to make his way to Brewer just the next day, and was expected to arrive in an hour.

Brewer, like Stantin, did not escape the war, but it was not located at the centre of the traffic hub, so it was not occupied by rebels or government forces in Libya.

“Did you find the woman? ”

In an abandoned warehouse in the city of Brewer, a middle-aged man, about 456 years old, with his hands behind his back, looked at the map of the city of Brewer posted on the wall, dressed in a black middle mountain suit, wearing a pair of glasses, his body was quite loose. In fact, he was as thick as a bear and naturally had a superior attitude when he spoke.

Next to them are two young foreign men, dressed in dark camouflage clothes, one with a beard and the other with a clean scratch on his face, of equal stature, with godly eyes, with his sleeves held up and tattooed on his exposed arm, one with a Western dragon with wings, full of mouth fangs and a fierce spirit; one with a skull, shady as if he were a demon from hell.

The bearded man straightened his waistplate slightly, and the posture was absolutely respectful: “Back to Boss, not yet. It's too easy to hide a person in this city, it takes time to search carefully. ”

“Yes, that woman was hiding like a rat, but she couldn't get out of our palms," said another man. "A dozen hunting dogs let her out, and I'm sure it'll turn out soon. ”

“Mm-hmm."

The middle-aged man turned around, his voice was tiny and his tail was dragged long, like a gentle sigh.

“Boss, what about the woman's bodyguard? ”

The bearded man had his fingers tied to four pillars in the warehouse by four strong men.

Each of them was severely tortured, some nails were pryed out and ten fingers were bloody; some of the flesh on their arms was raw and almost only the bones inside were left; others had their noses cut off with knives, and there were three or four dagger-made blood caves on their bodies...

Ten of Sarah Michelle's bodyguards, all ex-militaries, the others died protecting Sarah Michelle, leaving only four of them, tortured and forced to talk about Sarah Michelle's whereabouts.

When they heard that they were about to try themselves, all four of them looked at the middle-aged man in a dazed manner, as if at the last moment of the court, standing with their eyes open waiting for the President of the court to give an expression to the criminal suspect who had pronounced himself guilty.

The middle-aged man carelessly swept a glance from these four men, his eyes sharp and clear: "They're worthless no more, don't they have to kill to keep them? ”

“Yes."

The bearded man focused his head and waved. Four subordinates were given permission to pull out a knife and walked up toward the four men with a high intent to kill.

“Kunsha, the Mitchells won't let you go, just wait for the Mitchells to be angry!” Four people knew their lives were in danger and were about to go to God, and one of them yelled at a middle-aged man in hysteria.

“Okay, I'll wait. ”

Kunsha gently rubbed her no longer youthful head and downplayed the response.

At this point, four mercenaries with a knife came to the four guards, grabbed their hair with their left hand, revealed their necks completely, and then the knife with their right hand, slit their throats like a slaughtered chicken duck, four Michelle guards, struggled to die in desperate pain.

“Boss, according to information received by the Libyan rebels, the NSA in China sent a soldier to protect our prey, code-named 'Destroy', the Red Scorpion and the Cobra all died in his hands, and I have been eager to meet him and then kill him.” The bearded man didn't even look at the four dying bodyguards and crossed the line.

The man with a pale face said: "You can't kill him easily, you have to torture him slowly! ”

Kunsha hummed softly: "I want him dead more than any of you, but everything has to come one step at a time.” He insisted, “Evil Dragon, Skull, you must learn the lesson of Red Scorpion and Cobra. The main reason for their failure must be light enemies, so you can't take it lightly this time. Treat that bloody bastard like the most powerful enemy. Understand? ”

“Yes, Boss! ”

They stood up and replied respectfully.

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A kilometre away from the city of Brewer, Sholoh parked his car in an obscure corner, carrying gunpowder, dived across the river around the city and secretly dived into Brewer City, knowing that the enemy he was facing was not the rebels of Libya, but the enemy he had erected in Jiangcheng, Kunsha.

Compared to the rebels in Libya, mercenaries have higher military proficiency, snipers are certain to have some, it is very necessary not to say that there are hidden snipers waiting for rabbits at the entrances to and from the city of Brewer right now, if he swings big into the city, the hazard factor is conceivably high, so dive directly across the river and enter the city of Brewer in the lowest corner, which is very necessary.

At the end of a street alley in Brewer City, a heavy cold sensation swept in, where the degree of destruction and the city of Stantin would not be so different!

Finding and killing Kunsha is the number one task in Sholo's mind, even at the cost of failing the mission. When Kunsha dared to send troops to attack his family, he had already sentenced Kunsha to death. He could do it. He could forgive him a little, but he could do it to his family. Don't say that he was just a mercenary leader, that is, the Emperor of the Jade Emperor came and had to call him Yellow Springs.

But the problem is, the Kunsha Walkers aren't here yet!

Sholoh walked deep into the city of Brewer, his ears and eyes closely watched the movement around him, centered on him, and the wind within 100 meters could not escape his investigation.

Meanwhile, in a garbage dump in the city of Brewer, a woman poked half her head out of a garbage can full of pungent smells, swept around, found no one around her, pushed the garbage can cover completely away, and people immediately climbed out of it, choking on the greedy breath of fresh air.

There's a pile of garbage, garbage bags of all colors and rotten things everywhere, flies everywhere.

Women's clothes are dirty, dirty, tacitly identifiable as women's camouflage clothes, long blonde hair with all shoulders, pale complexion, fairly clean face, just blurred eyes a little cloudy, a little panicky, a little more frightened.

“Wang... Wang...”

Not waiting for her to catch a good breath, a few dog barks came from afar, she stood scared, then went into the stinking, dirty trash can, still full of flies buzzing hiding, the moment to put the cover on, that stinking nose, filled every inch of space in the trash can...