He was wearing a black leather jacket, and his long blonde hair was cut short. Just like that, he sat on the motorcycle and stopped on the desert-like road.
In the middle of the road in this chaotic area of the Middle East.
When a truck came closer and closer, and even when the horn kept sounding, she didn't seem to want to leave.
In the end, the truck had to stop, and two men with scarves wrapped around their cheeks came out of the truck.
Yes, they also had a gun in their hands, and it was a popular type in the Middle East. People called it … It should be a machine gun called an AK47.
"Who are you!"
"Go away!"
The two men pointed their machine guns at Jes Private and shouted fiercely in the Middle East dialect.
At this time, Jes Private's face suddenly showed a charming smile, but the two men were more willing to call it a sneer.
They felt something was wrong. After exchanging glances with each other, they quickly made a decision. They decided to shoot at the woman who was blocking their way.
However, when they were about to pull the trigger, the woman in the black leather jacket in front of them reached out as fast as lightning and pulled out a silver pistol from the back of the motorcycle.
He took aim and fired. Two extremely fast shots and two extremely accurate shots hit the glabella of the two men who had only pulled the trigger halfway.
Bang bang!
The loud gunshots should be able to travel a long distance on this vast road.
"Damn it!"
At the same time, from the back of the truck, four men with the same outfit and equipment jumped out at the same time. One of them even had a bullet belt on his body. They also chose to sweep this woman with a crushing gaze at the first moment!
At this time, the engine of the motorcycle roared like a beast. Jes grabbed the handlebars of the motorcycle with both hands and pressed down heavily on the front wheel's shock absorber. He pulled the front of the motorcycle up with all his might. The powerful driving force of the rear wheel made the motorcycle almost stand upright.
The motorcycle turned into a ferocious beast, directly charging towards these men. After pulling out a silver pistol from the front of the motorcycle, JES also pulled out a black pistol from his left leg.
The two guns, from the left and right sides of the motorcycle, were still shooting accurately!
When the men's body fell down at the same time, the motorcycle didn't even reach the truck's headlight. It had already stopped.
Jes Private turned her long legs and walked down from the motorcycle. She easily climbed over the front of the truck and came to the back of the truck.
Here, Jes Private saw more than a dozen children ranging from seven or eight years old to twelve or thirteen years old. They hugged each other tightly and looked at the woman standing on top of the truck in horror.
"It's okay, I'll send you home." Looking at these orphans, it was as if he was looking at himself in the past. His voice became gentler as he put away his black and silver pistols.
At this time.
"Allah Al Huakbar!"
It was a man who had suddenly appeared behind the truck. He had probably been hiding behind the truck since the beginning. But at this moment, this man's hand was holding a grenade in his hand...
He was going to pull the grenade's safety!
In a flash, Jes Private's eyes flashed like lightning, and she suddenly waved her arm! A bluish-purple arc of light shot out from her arm and hit the man's body.
The man seemed to have become a conductor, and a powerful electric current crazily wreaked havoc in his body. His whole body was numb and lost consciousness.
He himself would never have consciousness again, for he was dead.
"Sister … are you an angel?" A little girl looked at this scene in surprise and subconsciously said.
"Angel?" Jes Private shook her head, but said: "I'm just an avenger. Tell me where your home is. "
She needs to send these children back as soon as possible, and then rely on the communication on the truck to contact a stronghold.
Next, she will eliminate this stronghold, one of the strongholds in the Middle East under the Michael Club's banner.
After leaving that eastern country, she has eliminated two of the same strongholds in this period of time.
But there will only be more!
Jes Private looked at the rolling dust and silently said: "I'm … ing!"
Jes Private drove the truck, and forcefully turned the steering wheel, making the truck turn around quickly. The tires rubbed the ground, and powerfully swept away the bodies on the ground.
The bodies on the road were suddenly swept out.
…
…
A huge body was flying out of the ring's ropes, and fell to the ground. The audience around the ring dodged in time, so the person flying out of the ring could only hit the ground.
This guy can't stand up!
The audience holding the fighter's ticket had to think in despair.
"Anton! Anton! Our Anton! He once again defeated a powerful opponent! Since the start of the competition two days ago, this is Anton's seventh victory! Is a legend about to be born? Oh! My God, Anton, you are the most powerful fighter I have ever seen! Shout!! "
The referee raised Anton's arm, shouting crazily!
"Anton!", "Anton!", "Anton!"
The scene's shouts continued. But Anton … Anton didn't know why, but he hated these people's crazy shouts at this time.
He walked down the ring silently, ignoring Nikita who came to talk to him, and walked towards the lounge.
Nikita, who had chased him all the way to the lounge, closed the door at this time. After thinking for a while, he walked to Anton, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to win that guy just now? "
Anton shook his head, looked at Nikita, and suddenly asked, "Nikita, how much money did you make today?"
"Today's harvest is good!" Speaking of this, Nikita couldn't help but feel happy.
"Nikita, is my money enough for me to build a treehouse base?"
Nikita gave a start, he completely forgot about this matter!
In fact, in just these two or three days, through An Dong's victory on the stage, not only did he receive a generous amount of prize money, he even secretly placed bets and earned a lot of money. This was the most money he had ever earned in his life!
"Oh! Dear Anton, you should know that it's not easy to build a treehouse base! " Nikita now said seriously, "You should know that a tree is not just a tree! It's still on the land! Do you know the land? If it's not private, it's the country's! Therefore, you have to buy the land under the tree as well. Only then can you be considered to have truly owned the tree! But to buy and sell land, you need a lot of money! "
Anton shook his head, "But I don't want to continue fighting."
Nikita hurriedly said, "How can you not fight? You're invincible! You're the most powerful one here! As long as you stand on the ring, it means that money will constantly fly into your pocket, and all you need to do is to throw your opponent down! You see, how simple it is! "
Anton stood up.
His figure was so tall that when Nikita looked up at him, a strange pressure suddenly emerged in Nikita's heart, "Anton, what, what do you want to do …"
Anton shook his head, "Nikita, that was the last time I fought. I won't fight again. I'm leaving! Just give me the money I earned! "
"What? You won't fight! No! "Nikita subconsciously shouted angrily.
Perhaps Anton's face did have a certain degree of shock, so that he subconsciously showed a frightened expression.
Damn it!
This Siberian bear-like guy was afraid of his shouts! Nikita looked at this scene inconceivably. He frowned, but he didn't want to push Anton too hard. Who knew what this guy would do if he was pushed too hard? This guy's common sense was very low!
"Well, Anton! Three more rounds! Only three rounds! After that, we won't fight again, OK? "Nikita negotiated and said.
Anton thought for a while, suddenly stretched out his palm, and especially his little finger.
"What … What are you doing?"
"Hook your finger! We agreed on three rounds! "Anton said naturally.
Who knew what Nikita had experienced in his heart … Anyway, he was inconceivable and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. His heart was like a llama running wildly with this strong man …
Hook hook hook!!
"Nikita! This is a man's promise! "
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