The bullets were pouring like a gust of wind and rain, tearing the smoke, and the airtightness of the sword waving with silver light was like a steel curtain. The sparks of the collision splashed everywhere, and the blood on Lipa's face immediately faded and turned pale, for fear that a bullet would penetrate the blockade. took his own life.

Chi!

A fragment of shrapnel the size of a shattered fingernail slashed Ripa's shoulders, and the slender flesh burst open with blood, which stained the smoke with blood, and Ripa screamed strangely.

Smog's face also suddenly gloomy, and his voice immediately lost its temperature, like an ice ball bursting out of his teeth: "You are courting death!"

The waving three-pronged thorn made a "hulielie" sound, and the trembling sound sang a circle of sonic booms, and stabbed a soldier's shoulder blade fiercely. The white stubble was broken and pierced through the flesh to form a strange shape, and the whole person flew out upside down, and the person fell into a faint due to the severe pain in the air.

The white mist swirled and rolled, as if a python was swimming inside, and the surrounding white scales were like turbulent water currents, which spread out strangely from the place, and lashed towards the surrounding.

The sight was blocked by the thick fog, and the white smoke that seemed to have turned into countless thin snakes entangled a navy who could not dodge, and threw it up high, and pieces of heavy objects fell to the ground, and the soldiers seemed to fall apart. He fell on the broken rock ground, and the scattered stones and bones collided and made a "click" sound.

The smoke was dissipated by the wind, and almost none of the surrounded navy could stand. They were lying on the ground in a mess, and they were all smashed. The muscles and bones were severely bruised, which were all light, and even some soldiers' arms or thighs. The position of the joint is also rife with impact fractures.

Smog gathered Bai Yan, glanced around with his cold eyes, and then gently clenched his palms. He looked at a few guys who struggled to lie on the ground and aimed their guns at Lipa.

With a gloomy face, Smog looked into the eyes of those navy soldiers, and did not see the slightest fear in the eyes of the other party, and some were just decisive as the executor of the order!

"Damn!"

Smog frowned secretly, the soles of his feet were lightly on the ground, and his arm holding the trident thorns flew out with a chain-like smoke, the smoke cord threw an arc in the air, and in the sound of "puchichi", The three-pronged thorn mercilessly pierced through the flesh, retracting back with a piece of sticky minced flesh.

Several arms snapped together and fell to the ground, as if they were still twitching and twitching, and their fingers were firmly biting on the trigger but unable to press it down.

Lipa let out a sigh of relief, and a bead of sweat dripped down the tip of his nose tremblingly down his dry lips. He licked his lips and silently met Smog's hazy eyes.

"Lieutenant Colonel Lipa, regarding the cause of Colonel Monka's death, I would like to ask you about some specific circumstances." Smog said solemnly: "You can rest assured, as long as you didn't kill Colonel Monka, then I promise. No one can hurt you!"

"Thank you!" Lipa subconsciously grabbed the flesh on his stomach, he could feel the coldness in his stomach, and muttered in his heart, "You can't guarantee it!"

Smog walked outside with Lipa, and no soldiers could stop him until the sound of chaotic footsteps came from the edge of the jungle, and some sparse navy rushed over.

Smog glanced over, and Dusqi was leading his subordinate soldiers, the non-commissioned officers of the 153rd branch, and the soldiers left on the warship to face off in silence.

The muzzles of the black holes pointed at each other, the swords were facing each other. Dasqi stood at the forefront of the team, holding the knives at the sergeant of the 153rd branch. There was a tense atmosphere, as if a spark was detonated at any time, both sides would fall land corpse.

When Smoker appeared with Lipa, the face of the 153rd Division sergeant became more uglier, and the navy under him "clattered" and aimed the muzzle at Lipa.

Smog frowned slightly, he was exhausted and impatient, with white smoke billowing all over his body, his right hand clutching a blood-splattered three-pronged thorn, and the smoke cord began to stretch and swim strangely in the air, as if a foraging python protruded out. Bloody fangs.

"For the sake of your own lives, step back immediately and get out of the way." Smog shouted coldly.

The non-commissioned officer of the 153 branch turned gloomy, he stared back without giving in, and said coldly: "Colonel Yarlin's order is to kill the murderer who killed Colonel Monka, even if we die, we will never let Lipa leave. "

"Whether Mongka was killed by Lipa, I will investigate clearly, if it is him, then he will eventually die, if it is not him, but was wronged, then I will never allow anyone to kill him. Smog sneered, killing intent sternly: "One last warning, put down the gun immediately and get out of the way."

"Prepare!" The non-commissioned officer of the 153 branch glanced at his adjutant lightly, then raised his hand gently, and was about to order a shot.

Grumpy Grumpy!

The voice of the phone bug rang, the adjutant hurriedly connected the phone, stood at attention and reported the current situation with a solemn expression, and then quickly walked towards Smaller and handed the phone bug to Smaller: "Colonel Yaerlin hopes to be with you. call."

"Hello!" Smoker answered the phone.

"It must be Colonel Smoker, hehe." The deep and deep voice seemed to penetrate the phone bug, as if following the magnetic wave of the phone bug and crawled directly into Smoker's eardrum from the other end, revealing a cold and stern voice. Taste: "I don't know, is there any misunderstanding between us!"

"There is no misunderstanding!" Smog replied decisively: "I just have doubts about Colonel Monka's death."

There was a short silence, the sound of breathing, and then the voice of speaking continued: "Colonel Smoker's words seem to mean something, but I want to remind you kindly, don't believe anything Lipa said, he is A man full of lies."

"Humph!" The corners of Smog's mouth curved, he felt that Yaerlin was guilty, and his voice showed the taste of being strong and dry, he sneered: "I will judge whether what Lipa said is true or not. Don't bother Colonel Lau Yaerlin, instead of wasting time, let your subordinates get out of the way~lightnovelpub.net~ I don't want to get too much navy blood."

"It seems that Colonel Smalling has a very deep prejudice against me, no matter what!" Yaerlin sighed.

Smog threw the phone bug to the adjutant, and then transferred it to the non-commissioned officer of the 153 branch, only to see him give a military salute, and then took the phone bug, and responded with a somewhat fanatical tone: "Yes, Yar Colonel Lin!"

Waiting for the connection of the phone bug to be hung up, the non-commissioned officer put down his saluting hand, turned around and waved his hand horizontally: "Close the team, get out of the way."

Swish!

In a uniform movement, the soldiers of the 153 branch closed their guns and lined up to get out of the way.

Smoker's frowning brows never stretched, and he sensed something uneasy about the obedience and discipline of Branch 153.

The other end of the phone bug.

Yaerlin hung up the phone, turned to look at Crow, and said in a deep voice, "People are always reluctant to believe other people's good-natured advice, but choose the obsessive path to the dark..."