"What happened here?" The gate opened, but the special forces were all foolishly at the gate. They looked at the messy house, wondering what was happening here.

Nighthawk squeezed past everyone, and the mess he saw was also stunned. He saw that the hall of the room was full of corpses, blood was everywhere. What was even more terrifying was that the heads of these people were cut off and rolled aside like a ball.

"What kind of plane is this? Is the collective suicide party?" Jun Shi touched his soft hat, not understanding what was going on here. Could it be that these people knew that their doomsday was coming and they had to cut off their lives first?

However, the method of breaking is too ruthless. He cut off his head and threw it aside casually, then he fell to the sky. Do you think you are Xing Tian, ​​and you can continue fighting without a head?

"What nonsense? Someone here must have come one step earlier than us." Nighthawk glanced at the room alertly and said coldly: "Be careful, everyone, the people who come here are very good. The guards here are killed unconsciously, and the blood has not dried yet, and our friends should have not left."

The special forces began to enter the main building in search formations. As the intelligence said, there were no less than thirty guards in the room, and from their clothes, it can be seen that they were different from the guards outside.

The guards dressed like American soldiers were all facing the same fate at this moment. The head was cut off and they died without any warning. This killing method was both cruel and showed that the killer was very professional and could kill so many people silently. All the special forces present thought that they did not have the ability.

Everyone was cautious and alert to the most standard tactical formation, for fear of meeting the murderous demon alone. According to the murderous demon's technique, it was not difficult to secretly kill someone in the dark.

Stepping on the sticky blood, they walked forward step by step. After searching the basement, they continued to search for each room, and they found nothing except seeing the dead.

There is only the last room on the second floor. In fact, there are only two huge rooms on the entire second floor. There is Xingluo's house.

After handling busy military affairs, he usually brings a few beautiful beauties here in the evening. The second floor is a forbidden area, and even his personal guards cannot go up.

So no one knew that Xingluo was resting in that room, but now there was one door open and there was no one inside. The special forces quickly surrounded the other room, and Xingluo must be inside.

Nighthawk stood at the door and winked at Yasha and Daniu. The two nodded at the same time, turned around and took a deep breath, and the explosive power of their bodies was concentrated on their legs. Suddenly, the whole body accelerated, and kicked open the heavy door with a bang.

The special forces rolled into the house and occupied every corner as quickly as possible. The gun pointed the gun at the front at the same time, but after seeing everything in the house clearly, the special forces were once again confused.

Xingluo sat on a sofa, with several half-naked women under his feet. At this moment, they were all lying in pools of blood, and Xingluo also widened his eyes in horror. His whole body was trembling, and his lips were so white that it was a little scary.

A woman was sitting next to Xingluo with a knife holding a smile, but the sharp tip of the knife was pressing against Xingluo's fat and short neck. The blood on the blade was crystal clear, like some rare gem.

Behind them were two men. One of them was tall, thin, and had a very gloomy face. The other was burly and bulging, but smiling, as if he was not afraid of the special forces who suddenly broke in.

"Is it you?" Nighthawk recognized the tall and thin man at a glance, in the legendary Tomb of Khan on the grassland. It was this man who almost killed all of them in the underground. Nighthawk would never forget this man.

"It's a great honor for Mr. Nighthawk to remember me." The leader nodded slightly. He has always been like this. No matter how dangerous or terrible he is, he is fearless.

"It's hard not to remember you, you impressed people too much." Nighthawk snorted coldly: "Since you are here, then this person sitting must be your immediate supervisor Miss Bren?"

The woman holding the sharp knife was Bren. She and the leader escaped from the sea. They worked hard to escape from the sea under the artillery fire of the Goryeo Navy.

From the day she set foot on land, she was about to start her own journey of revenge. When she turned back to T country, her heart was filled with the flames of revenge. It can be said that the only belief that could make her survive was revenge.

Bren nodded at Nighthawk with a smile and said in a charming manner: "Mr. Nighthawk, we are considered old friends. It's a pity that we only met until now. You are the same as I thought, so handsome."

Nighthawk smiled coldly. He knew what role this Bren was. He was a strong enemy when he was in the grassland, and he was cruel and ruthless, no different from a poisonous scorpion.

He had also heard of Bren's methods, and was called the female devil in T country. Anyone who provoked her, no matter who she was, would not end up well.

But this woman suddenly appeared in Xingluo's general's mansion, and judging from their appearance, it was obvious that she was coming to trouble Xingluo. But isn't this woman Carson's daughter? How could she kill her father's beloved general?

All kinds of questions hit him, and he couldn't figure out what this woman was trying to do. Could it be that Xing Luo offended the female devil, so the female devil came to cause trouble for him?

But one thing is certain, just point the gun at the head of the female devil. Any pity for the enemy may be the greatest cruelty to oneself.

"Why are you here?" Nighthawk asked this question coldly.

"Come and kill!" Bren should have shown this: "Didn't Mr. Nighthawk see the dead people all over the room? These are my masterpieces, and I didn't ask anyone to help!"

She raised the sharp knife in her hand and smiled very proudly. But Nighthawk's brows frowned even tighter. The woman said without any concealment that she was here to kill people. Is it because Carson is really tired of her subordinate?

"Miss Brun, Miss Brun. I am loyal to General Carson. I have always admired you very much. You can't kill me..." Xingluo begged for mercy tremblingly. He shivered all over, obviously very afraid of Brun, the female devil.

Bren chuckled and looked at Xingluo, but Xingluo couldn't help but tremble. He knew who Bren was very good, and looking at her smile was even more terrifying than looking at the devil.

"That's right, because you are very loyal to my father, I must kill you. Because, the next person I want to kill is him." Suddenly, the sharp knife cut off Xingluo's head without any warning, and blood spurted out of Xingluo's neck.

Bren was on the side as fast as possible, and the blood did not spill on her. While doing all this, she kept smiling until she saw Xingluo's body falling to the ground, and her smile slowly calmed down.

Nighthawk was stunned. Although his purpose was to kill Xingluo, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw a person dying so tragically in front of him. He was probably the only way to cut off someone else's head, Bren, could have done this trick.

"Mr. Nighthawk, do you think we can be friends?" Bren suddenly said with a smile just when everyone was in a mess.

Nighthawk was stunned and looked up at Bren. The woman's face was full of smiles, and even her eyes were full of sincerity. She really couldn't tell what she was thinking. Do you really want to be friends with her?

But just now, she saw that she killed Carson's confidant general without any scruples, and said that she would kill Carson next. Nighthawk's mind was a little confused. Could this woman be schizophrenic? She wanted to kill her father?

"Do you think we may become friends?" Nighthawk asked.

"In the words of you Chinese, the enemy is a friend. It seems that our goals are the same now, and we must kill Carson. I think I am your unselectable friend in Country T." Bren nodded confidently.

"You want to kill Carson?" Nighthawk sneered: "Give me a reason to believe you. You can't believe the words of the poisonous snake easily, otherwise you won't know what's going on when you are bitten. You'd better give me a good reason, otherwise you won't be able to leave today."

"The reason is simple." Bren said incredibly coldly: "Because that beast killed my mother and brother, I helped him because my bloodline was completely because he had his bloodline. He knew that he wanted me to die in that battle in Fusang. All my kindness to him has been paid back. Now, I want to take revenge."

Nighthawk still didn't believe in this woman, and looked at Bren up and down, but there was no flaw in her eyes.

Brun is a local snake in T country, and the power she can mobilize is unimaginable. With Brun's help, the chance of killing Carson will be even greater. Nighthawk was nervously thinking whether he should believe Brun? If he trusted him, they would probably be wiped out in T country.

Bren suddenly laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Nighthawk, we're just working together. After this matter is over, you walk on your sunny road and I cross my single-plank bridge. As for whether to kill, set fire or trafficking drugs, I will not be unable to get along with China. This is my Bren's guarantee, and I never lie."

Bren stared at Nighthawk's eyes tightly. The woman was covered with a mysterious aura and had a strong sense of revenge. The sense of revenge she exuded was not pretending.

Once upon a time, when his closest comrade died, Nighthawk himself was also covered with this murderous aura.
Chapter completed!