The most spectacular scene is the sunrise on the African grassland. The golden scattered in the sky stains your eyes and makes you feel what is truly insignificant.

After the wildebeest herd moved, the originally small amount of hay was also eaten, but this did not prevent two men who did not eat grass from standing face to face.

"Brother, I'm not your opponent."

The man who was talking was naked, with the flame tattoo on his lower abdomen, like a real ball of flame burning.

A strong chest and a knife-like face; the most obvious feature is the two-inch scar hanging on the right eye, and a few millimeters deeper, his eyes will be broken.

He was wearing camouflage pants that looked like iron, and his belt was wrapped in an iron plate wrapped in bullets, but it would not affect his force and movement. He was wrapped in two sharp sabers, his face was cut with cold knife, and his body wrapped in bronze skin exuded a strong sense of danger.

This is a young man with a sharp edge. Someone dared to say "no" to him. His tightly clenched iron fist would penetrate the other party's chest without hesitation.

"Ha, I know I'm not my opponent, why are you trying to stop me?" A hoarse chuckle made the dry wind around me quiet.

With the rising sun on his back, he couldn't see his appearance clearly. He could vaguely see his equally resolute face. Judging from his well-proportioned figure and slightly hoarse voice, he was also a young man of age.

The naked man clenched his fists and slowly loosened it, and then clenched again. The crackling sound of the joints made his scalp numb. He said word by word, with a little anger and reluctance: "You go? I'm worthy of our six hundred brothers!"

"Don't say I'm sorry, why are you so sad?"

The man pressed the baseball cap on his head, and the backpack he was thrown to the ground by him. He sighed but felt a little dissatisfied: "You and Xiaoshui are there, so I can leave with peace of mind. Here, it is not the other person's business; only those who can live to the end can walk out of this grassland with a smile. I smiled and let me leave."

"I don't want you to leave!"

With a shout of hoarseness, Ahuo's muscles tensed instantly. Without waiting for the other party to say anything, he stomped his feet and rushed towards the other party. It was like a lion on the grassland pounced on his prey, with a sharp and fierce ferocity.

Bun! A ball of flame burned out of nowhere. A golden flame gushed out from the upper body of Ahuo, wrapping his whole body and igniting it. The flame, with an unyielding momentum, turned into a comet falling from the sky, and wanted to swallow the man in front of him in the next second.

Bang! It was like a slight sound of dry firewood cracking, but it touched the pause button of the screen.

Just a snap of his fingers, the huge fireball that rushed completely stopped in front of him, and the flames did not tremble at all, as if frozen.

The heat wave that came to his face lowered the brim of his hat and blew the half-old jacket. But his legs remained motionless, and Ahuo did not have the strength to let him retreat.

"After so many years, my irritable temper just doesn't change. How can I suffer less?"

In the plain words, a white cigarette was thrown out between his fingers like magic, ignited the outer layer of the flame more than half a meter high, and began to slowly savor it. "It's time to quit."

A slightly rough right hand stretched out, and the golden flames automatically dispersed in front of his hand, allowing him to gently pat Ahuo on the shoulder.

"Your ability needs to be practiced more, and your control is never enough. Flame is the least easy to master, but it is also the most powerful ability to kill. But remember, your power is used to kill enemies, not to your own brothers. Ahuo, don't let me down."

I picked up the backpack on the ground, slapped the dust a few times, held the cigarette in my mouth, and walked leisurely towards the first day. All I left here was the gradually elongated shadow.

"Leave! No see!"

The waving movements of his hand were a bit chic, chic and unrestrained, and it seemed that nothing could make him nostalgic.

"Ah! Ah!" Ahuo, who had recovered his movements, knelt on the ground, and was drained from the man's back. He pounded the ground like he was venting. Balls of flames gathered around him and spread, but could not steam the two drops of water on the gravel...

"Tsk tsk, embrace tomorrow and feel comfortable!"

He took a deep breath at the sun and touched the dust on his face, although it was a little muddy.

Han Chi had a smile on his lips, looking at the endless grassland, his smile continued to fill his eyes.

I finally have to go back. I have to say goodbye for eight years.

What are you reluctant to let go? Nothing is reluctant to let go. So why are you crying?

I really can't bear to part with these brothers and I really want to keep going here crazy, but this kind of life is not what he wants. Although I don't want to admit it, his shoulders are still under heavy responsibilities.

Take a breath and walk more than ten kilometers forward, there will be a road running through the grassland. I hope to meet a kind driver who takes him as a craftsman and let him leave this chaotic territory sooner or later.

If he stays for one more second, he has the urge to turn around and return. This urge is a real devil. He has retired now and is no longer the powerful Shura. He wants to be an ordinary man and enjoy a peaceful life.

Standing next to the simple road paved with hard soil, the thumbs up were a common etiquette for stopping the car. Soon, a Liberation Truck stopped in front of Han Chi. A black brother happily took out a double-barrel hunting rifle and pointed the gun barrel at the head of the oriental man.

Han Chi shook five old man's heads in his hand, and what greeted him was the flawless white teeth of the black brothers.

What a pure and friendly African friend.

Jumping into the back box of the truck and enjoying the last glance of the grassland, you can hear the sound of explosions and guns, like a gift clock to send him farewell. Fortunately, all the enemies were cleaned up before retirement. Otherwise, there might be one or two missiles loaded with nuclear warheads to see him off at this time.

"Where is a faraway place, there is a good girl. Whenever people walk past her tent, they will look back and look nostalgically..."

The vicissitudes of singing make people feel sad, deserts, oasis, tribes, and familiar scenes of trucks gradually disappearing.

The black brothers seemed unable to appreciate such elegant literature and art, and directly played heavy metal rock music in the carriage. Han Chi did not study this kind of music, but he still slowly cheered up his spirits in the melody of the bass.

Although, he prefers to see a group of African girls jumping around with a few grass leaves around a pile of fire. They are the gods of war on the grassland, and the girls in the tribes are serving sleeping unconditionally. However, Han Chi's taste is normal and he has never dared to try it.

In fact, the skin texture of those girls is quite good, and the front and back are standard. In addition to the concerns of not being able to find it when turning off the lights at night, it is actually no different from the girls in China...

Get back to the point.

Before he was sixteen, he was a playboy who enjoyed life. He had no interest in life or had no goals to strive for. Eating and waiting to die seemed to be a rhythm of life that would never change in his life.

He has tried all kinds of things that should not be tried during the rebellious period, drugs, sex, violence, theft, and that is endless depravity.

After he was sixteen years old, he was suddenly put on a battlefield full of smoke and was covered in scars in the rain of bullets. He was forced to start training his body, awaken his soul, and find the motivation to survive.

So, at the age of twenty-four, he was a well-known strong man in the world of supernatural powers and the leader of the strongest mercenary.
Chapter completed!