Five Hundred and Ninety-Three: Can You Sign Your Name for Me? You Are Too Cunning

Then, the smoke dispersed.

A large number of corpses appeared all around, and a guy in black clothes and a black hood stood there.

Finally, he looked back at the drone, and then flicked the warhead in his hand, directly blowing up the drone that was lowered and flying down.

There was a click sound of the video being interrupted.

The entire headquarters was quiet, deathly quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

He sat slumped in the chair and rubbed his hair in disbelief.

The four commanders all fell to the ground and watched the black screen with rustling sounds. Everyone on the scene could not help wiping their tears in the end.

Compared with death, this battle showed them the unknown power of fear.

The opponent's soldiers were not dead, and before they could fight, just after they crossed the line, one of the most elite special forces teams in the world fell like this!

Death this time in Area 7, which is considered the weakest and weakest among all countries.

However, the tragic death data woke up the proud American emperor. This slap not only woke them up, but also beat them into a fool's errand.

Look at the people in the entire headquarters. The expressions on each of their wives, who are married and have lost their children, are a close-up of their inner journey at this time.

It's evening.

Xu Cheng waved to Diesel, who had been looking up the mountain, and he hurried down the mountain.

Not long afterward, when the evacuees thought a storm was coming, it never came. Two trucks came, piled with corpses!

The corpses of US imperialism’s special forces!

After Xu Cheng got out of the car, he held a cigarette in his mouth and said to the Black Cat gang: "Come here and count the number of people, are they correct? Are they the ones who killed your lair? Look clearly, don't miss it."

The Black Cat gang ran out and saw the bodies of the American special forces in the car, and they were all shocked.

Not to mention them, the dozen foreign captains also came over to look at these corpses in shock.

Xu Cheng walked directly into his office to change clothes.

The refugees and the Black Cat people all opened the corpses, and they all gathered around the car and talked about it. They were all shocked at how these people were killed.

Chekov knelt down to look at the corpses and sighed: "One shot in the head! At least 12 of these people were killed by sniper rifles, and each shot hit the face directly!"

As he spoke, he touched the material body armor worn by the American soldiers and said, "Good guy, the cost of this piece of clothing is definitely tens of thousands of dollars! It is a set with the helmet, and it is all for individual soldiers with high combat capabilities. The soldiers are used as knights to charge."

The black cat man nodded: "With this thing, even our bullets can't hurt them. And in a chaotic battle, with a helmet on the head and these clothes below the neck, it is difficult to hit the face."

Chekov said: "That's right. You see, they all had their faces shot through their heads. The boss is the boss. This sniper marksmanship is terrifyingly accurate."

Mario said: "The strength is not necessarily weak. Come and see the other corpses, 14 people had their throats cut. This is a melee assassination!"

"These three people are the leaders of the special forces this time. This person's name is Cassie. I heard them calling him captain that night. According to other intelligence obtained from the black market earlier, these three people have S-level strength." The Black Cat man looked at it. to Cassie and Zuckerberg and Bowen's corpses exclaiming.

Mario raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure they are S-class and not B-class? This guy with his throat stabbed into his trachea should not be a problem for S-class masters at all. And this guy with a shot to the head and a broken wrist. , for an S-class master, dying from such bullet penetration is an insult. Look at the captain Cassie you mentioned. There are dark bruises on his chest, indicating that his internal organs are necrotic. He should be dead. With the power of one punch, it would be too easy for three people to die, right?"

"They are really powerful." The man from Black Cat said: "The three of them killed the most people that night, and they killed more people than anyone else. Our boss was stabbed three times by Cassie's captain and ran away. I won’t be tortured to death by them.”

At this time Diesel suddenly spoke: "Mario, do you question the strength of these soldiers, or do you not believe in Brother Cheng's strength?"

"I didn't." Mario curled his lips: "Don't let me get into the trap."

Now it is obvious that Xu Cheng is becoming more and more opaque in this team, and everyone respects Xu Cheng as the leader.

After Xu Cheng changed his clothes and came out, he said to all the captains: "There are 28 corpses, 28 pieces of body armor and helmet covers. Each captain will receive one set, and the rest will be treasured."

These good goods belong to the country's military power and are generally not sold to the outside world. Although the cost is not expensive, you can't buy them, so if you keep them, they can be used in mercenary lands.

The captains were overjoyed and began to take off their body armor and helmets one by one.

"Thank you, Brother Cheng."

The other Black Cat people and the San people were very envious. With this set of equipment, it would be more useful to save lives in the future.

After Diesel puts it on, it will be more convenient for him as an assassin in the future.

At this moment, a soldier standing guard rushed in and said, "Brother Cheng, the American emperor's people are here."

The people who came were not from the American emperor, but rather individual mercenaries. They were just forced to come over to negotiate with Xu Cheng.

In his hand he holds a satellite phone that allows for video calls.

Xu Cheng had no choice but to put on his hood again and pick up the video conversation.

The other party is a senior military officer, who should be the commander this time.

"I hope you can treat the remains of our soldiers kindly."

"I heard that your American emperor is very rich. A soldier's body is worth 500,000 US dollars. There are 28 corpses here, which is 14 million US dollars. If it is less, I will leave it all to the vultures."

The person on the other side shouted: "You are blackmailing me."

Xu Cheng: "No, this is the treatment that a winner deserves."

Opposite: "Do you believe that our bombers can level your mountain?"

Xu Cheng: "Don't think that I am illiterate and don't understand politics. First of all, if you want troops to be stationed in, ask the neighboring countries first. Will these four countries allow troops from other major countries to be stationed in? Let alone a fighter jet. If I can drive a tank in, I lose."

The person on the other side is going to be furious.

Xu Cheng is right. These neighboring countries will never let your US imperialists station their troops here and monitor them like they are strangling the throats of the four countries. They will not let any country occupy this mercenary land and become a military key point. Deploy any militarization.

Therefore, Xu Cheng is not afraid of threats from the other party at all. They can only send elite soldiers in the name of fighting criminals, and at most they can send a company's lineup.

A company is really just a gap between Xu Cheng's teeth!

"Okay, my time is very limited. If you want the soldier's body, let the person you arranged come over with cash. I'm very busy, so hang up." After Xu Cheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Before the individual mercenary left, he looked back at Xu Cheng and asked, "Can you sign your autograph for me? You are so cunning!"

(ends tonight, continues tomorrow)