Chapter 459: Hyperspace Commando!

Hewlett-Packard held a smart phone in his hand, looking at the antique in his hand, he really didn't understand what the Commander likes, he likes to use such an old-fashioned communicator.

"Commander, there are more than 20,000 Restoration Army surrounded by ghosts, please help."

"Oh." Su Chen responded lightly.

HP was taken aback, what does oh mean?

It must be that the Commander doesn't know how anxious the situation is now, and must let the Commander know the important role of the Restoration Army!

Thinking of this, HP hurriedly said: "Master Commander, I think there is something wrong with these ghost tribes. Ordinary ghost tribes don't use any tricks. What they like most is straight-forward battles. There may be some big secrets in it." .”

"HP, you seem to have forgotten something." Su Chen reminded: "I can support you with weapons and supplies, but the Restoration Army always belongs to you personally, and has nothing to do with me, so you understand ?”

Hewlett-Packard is also a smart person, otherwise he would not take the initiative to find Su Chen, trying to persuade Su Chen to support him in returning to the country.

He thought of one thing, even if it was his dead father, it was impossible for the commander of a base to help him unconditionally, he had to pay something.

At this moment, HP suddenly realized, and said: "Master Commander, I understand, after the restoration of the country is successful, you will not only be the regent, but anyone who is your descendant can become a prince with a different surname!"

Hewlett-Packard is very clear that he has nothing but the Restoration Army now, and he can only make a reciprocal deal with the identity of the future king.

Su Chen doesn't care what HP will give him, if he really needs it, he will take it with his own hands instead of being given to him by others.

He just wanted to let HP know that the Red Police Base and the Restoration Army are two different things.

When the National Restoration Army went out to fight and asked the Red Police Base to take action, they would have to pay the action fee, and no one would care if they used too much free stuff.

"I've already made a move."

HP looked into the distance, there was no big movement over there, where did he make a move?

In a place that HP couldn't see, in an ordinary-looking stone house, there were three elderly ghosts sitting. They were the king and two confidantes of this ghost tribe.

"King, do we really want to kill these people? If so many people die, will humans send strong men to deal with us?" A confidant asked worriedly.

Another confidant dismissed it: "This time is a huge opportunity for us. If we can use these human corpses to satisfy the appetite of that one, we will no longer be a small tribe, and become a medium-sized tribe just around the corner. Great hope!"

"Wang, what do you think?" The two confidantes looked at their Wang.

The ghost king thought for a while, and said: "Continue to act according to the original plan. As long as we get the help of that person, we will definitely be able to become a medium-sized tribe and have our own tribe's name!"

Among the ghost tribes, only medium-sized tribes are eligible to have a name, and small tribes with large numbers are not eligible.

While the three ghosts were talking, three figures appeared behind them silently, but they didn't notice it at all.

The three figures don't seem to have anything special about them. Their outfits are almost the same as those of the SEALs, but the color tends to be white. They are the Hyperspace Commandos!

The three of them glanced at each other, dropped something casually, and the body disappeared again.

The sound of something falling on the ground surprised the three ghosts. It was unimaginable that someone approached without them responding.

When they discovered that there were three more strange-shaped things on the ground, they had a fatal crisis.

"Run!" As the ghost king of the eighth-level ghost clan, his instinct is the strongest. From these three things, he feels a breath of death, which is definitely a powerful weapon for human beings.

The moment the sound appeared, three things exploded.

boom!

The stone house was blown to pieces, and the two confidantes died on the spot. Most of the Ghost King's body was missing, and the defective heart was exposed. However, the powerful constitution of the eighth order prevented him from dying for a while.

The Ghost King's eyes widened and he let out a deep roar, he is not reconciled!

Originally killing these human soldiers and handing over the corpses to that person, he could get the support of that person. It was only a matter of time before he became a large tribe, and the future was bright.

He never dreamed that he would die here, in his lair.

How did humans come in, and how did they drop the bombs? Just three bombs were able to kill him, an eighth-order ghost. This news must be passed back!

Just when the eighth-level ghost clan made some moves, three figures appeared in front of him again. Looking at the three humans in front of him, the ghost king knew that he was out of action.

"A ghost king who is on the verge of death is still worth something, do you want to take it back?" A member of the hyperspace commando asked.

"Well, Mrs. Yunru may need such an experimental material. She is not dead after all, so take it with you."

The third member didn't speak, and put his hands on the ghost king's body, the teleportation ability was activated, and the three of them and the ghost king disappeared in place.

This small tribe has not yet discovered that their king is missing.

"What was that sound just now?"

The huge explosion was not only heard by the ghosts, but also by the soldiers of the Restoration Army. They were very puzzled what happened.

Soon there were seventh-level ghosts who wanted to go to find their own ghost king, what to do next, but after he passed, all he saw were rubble and two mutilated corpses.

"My lord! How could this happen? Where is the king, where is the king?" The seventh-level ghost clan was very flustered.

A tribe without a king is not qualified to be called a tribe at all. Sooner or later, it will be annexed by other tribes, and they will also become inferior ghost tribes.

Just after the seventh-order ghost race returned there in a panic, something even more shocking happened.

A series of explosions appeared from the ghost camp. In just a few tens of seconds, he saw that the ghost soldiers were almost killed and injured, while the human soldiers were unharmed!

"As expected of the Hyperspace Commando, this C4 bomb is really a 6!" Su Chen couldn't help but sigh.

When Hewlett-Packard asked him for help, Su Chen had already issued an order to ask the Hyperspace Commando to solve this matter. This time the situation is not suitable for the Hyperspace Air Corps to appear on the stage.

With only one unit, Su Chen solved the crisis of the Restoration Army. The key is that HP is still in a daze, he has no idea how Su Chen solved this problem.

"My lord Commander really has other trump cards. Before I become a king, I must keep a low profile!"