Only Filipinos can obtain US military standard weapons. Wang Hu could not imagine how he would encounter them in Rwanda.

"Fuck!" Tang Simao changed the magazine, "I can't hold it anymore, there are too many of them!"

"Clang, clang, clang!" The small dock built with wooden planks and iron sheets obviously cannot be used as a solid fortification. The dilapidated walls are full of bullet holes, and the house is creaking and may collapse at any time.

"Tang Simao! Cover! Old Xu drives the car!" Wang Hu roared.

"Okay!" Tang Simao responded loudly, pulled away several grenades and threw them out of the window.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The explosion threw up a large amount of smoke and dust. Old Xu climbed out of the rear window and started the World War II British Army SAS version of the Willys Jeep that he had bought from the local market. The roar of the engine covered up the sound of gunfire. Wang Hu and Tang Si Mao started.

He fired his gun and fired wildly at the door, then quickly climbed out of the window and climbed into the car.

Lao Xu stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the intense friction between the wheels and the ground produced a large amount of white smoke, and the Willys Jeep rushed out screaming.

"Hurry to the warehouse!" Wang Hu ordered. Damn it, the news must have leaked! Who is it? African? Intermediary? Or is there a mole in the company? The chaotic thoughts made Wang Hu's temples ache, and he turned on the hot quantum continuity

Communication terminal, "Hey! Hey! Canary! Canary! Can you fucking hear me?"

"Zizi... hello... I am... Que... you... Zizi... there is someone... run... quickly... run... Cairo!"

"Hello? Hello? What did you say?"

"You... Zizi..."

Next, there was a lot of electromagnetic interference, and a lot of noise came from the communicator. It was obvious that the news had been leaked, that there was a mole in the company, and the profits from arms trading were comparable to drug trafficking. Wang Hu believed that someone was doing this for money.

I will definitely sell him out as a low-level agent.

A sense of powerlessness made Wang Hu feel a little frustrated. Fortunately, Lao Xu got rid of the group of people, and the three of them ran towards the town two kilometers away like frightened rabbits.

Just twenty minutes passed in a blink of an eye. Before Wang Hu could take a breath, he heard Tang Simao's frightened scream, "RPG!"

"Boom!" Wang Hu's vision went dark, and the entire jeep was rolled away by a rocket bomb!

The injured Wang Hu covered the wound under his left abdomen. If he hadn't jumped out of the car in advance, he might have been captured by the Filipinos along with Lao Xu and Tang Simao. If they fell into the hands of those Southeast Asian monkeys, they might have been killed.

What torture!

He staggered through the narrow alley, half of his trouser legs stained red by the gushing blood. Although Wang Hu avoided most of the blast damage, a piece of shrapnel was directly embedded into his weak abdomen, leaving the fragile

The kidneys were crushed to pieces.

"If I had strong power, I wouldn't..." The large amount of blood loss made Wang Hu a little dizzy, and he had already begun to talk nonsense. Behind him, several pursuers wearing khaki camouflage uniforms followed the blood stains closely.

Relentless pursuit. A lot of blood stains along the way are not only the best signposts but also a prelude to death.

What Wang Hu didn't notice was that the quantum transmission communication terminal he was holding tightly in his hand had been frantically sipping the blood in his body. The high-strength fiber shell was strangely red, and it looked like it was being smelted in a blast furnace.

The iron block burned like crazy.

"You! Weak insect, are you eager to gain power?" Suddenly a strange voice sounded in Wang Hu's mind, grand and majestic.

That huge pressure went straight to the bottom of my heart.

"Who are you?" Wang Hu asked back. He quickly approached the corner of the long and narrow alley, pulled out his Type 56 pistol, opened his eyes with great effort, and carefully observed his surroundings. There seemed to be the sound of pursuers searching in the distance.

"Do you desire strong power?" The voice continued to ask. His tone was unquestionable, as if he didn't care about Wang Hu's question.

"Damn it! Who are you?" Wang Hu growled. Is it a hallucination? A fantasy caused by excessive blood loss?

The pursuers were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they could hear their chaotic footsteps. Wang Hu took a few big breaths and held his abdomen firmly. The pain made him feel like his head was going to explode.

"Do you long for strong power?" The voice continued to ask. It was mechanical and dull, and gave people a feeling of perseverance.

Wang Hu shouted angrily: "I want to get powerful fucking power!" No matter where this damn voice comes from, Wang Hu will roar out the anger in his heart!

"Then open the door." The voice continued to sound, and the quantum transmission communication terminal in Wang Hu's hand seemed to melt at this time, turning into a ball of diluted mud, emitting a strong light and wrapping it in his hand.

"What door? Where is the door?" Several bullets roared towards him, and Wang Hu could even feel the burning sensation of the bullets tearing the air.

"Right there!" the voice said these three words.

After the other party said these words, the quantum communication device suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a mysterious force pulled Wang Hu to push open the door of the tin hut on the roadside! The body was on the verge of death..."

"Performing system testing...kidney damage 67%..."

"Start repairing...1%...3%..."

I don’t know how long it has been since I arrived, but Wang Hu gradually opened his dry eyelids and asked, “Where is this?” How did I get here? In the impression, in order to escape the pursuit of the Filipinos, he opened a room made of scrap iron and rotten wood.

A hut. But now this place doesn't look like a slum house. It can't even be called a building.

It's like the stomach of some kind of giant beast. It's hundreds of square meters in size. There are criss-crossing pipes protruding from the pink wall. If you reach out and touch it lightly, you can feel an excellent elasticity, and it can be felt with the palm of your hand.

It felt slightly smooth and warm. The tubes were as thick as an adult's arm, were purple-black in color, and actually had a pulsating and vigorous feeling, just like arteries with rushing blood.

There are a large number of light yellow fluffy protrusions under your feet. The ground is vaguely elastic. If you step on it hard, there will be a force that will rebound directly. It feels extremely flexible. The light red walls and floor are covered with dense purple and black ones.

texture, and a strong stench filled the air.

"Did I fall into the belly of a dinosaur?" Wang Hu laughed at himself. He was the only one sitting on the floor in this long passage. He could feel the dense yellowish villi on his buttocks, mixed with a small amount.

The mucus and the pungent fishy smell gave him a shuddering feeling.

"Huh?" What's even weirder is that the huge penetrating wound under the left abdomen disappeared. The unbearable pain seemed to have never existed, leaving only a hideous scar, which seemed to be a wound that was hastily sutured by a bad doctor.

, randomly pulling two pieces of flesh together with threads. Could it be an illusion? But the blood stains and blackened tears on the clothes told him that it was real.

This place...even the air is weird. Wang Hu believes that in backward Africa, those old black men who only think about drugs, arms and sex do not have the technical ability to create such a realistic scene. Could it be the Philippines?

People? Don’t be ridiculous, those Southeast Asian bumpkins are worse than pirates.

Wang Hu roared loudly, "Is there anyone there? Lao Xu? Tang Simao?" But no one answered. The fleshy walls of the passage absorbed a large amount of sound waves, making his cry seem a bit dull.

Just when Wang Hu was wondering, an LCD screen appeared from the light red wall. It grew out of the fleshy wall so suddenly and slowly. If I had to describe it, it was like teeth growing out of the gums.

The images were exactly the same. The screen was full of messy signals.

There was an LCD screen with no TV signal, and there was only the sizzling noise of messy signals in the empty room.

This made Wang Hu breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, something reliable appeared. Fortunately, it was a product of modern civilization. At least it was not a monster's intestines. It was certain that these things were all artificially created products.

"Hello, Screener No. 2506749, welcome to the login server." A voice suddenly came from the LCD monitor.

"Oh no! Who are you?" Wang Hu asked. The sudden voice made him feel awe-inspiring. The manipulator behind all this finally couldn't help but appear. The voice coming from the monitor was actually standard Mandarin. In Africa,

In a strange place, he was engaged in the business of losing heads. He was just a small black gun dealer. He was targeted by some kind of force. He made such a big noise and created such a realistic scene. He was definitely not that big director.

Just kidding, the movie set isn't nearly as perfect.

"I am the overclocking god, welcome to my world! The overclocking world built on the League of Legends game!" This mechanical and dull voice sounded again.

"Don't be ridiculous. Who are you? You're pretending to be a fool in front of me! Why do you have to go to such great lengths for a little guy like me?" Wang Hu sneered disdainfully. Are you kidding? League of Legends is just a game, isn't it?

Well, when I was in China, I was pulled by Tang Simao to play a few games. The man who played with guns all day long was really bad at the game. "You can also imagine such a stupid excuse."

"Scrutinizer No. 2506749, do you want to log in?" The mechanical voice did not answer his question, but continued to ask questions in a dull manner.

"Log in to your sister! You! Or who are you?" Wang Hu roared! That's enough, even if you are a prisoner, you are not a mouse to be played with.

The mechanical and dull voice still asked: "Screener No. 2506749, do you want to log in?"

"What if I say no!" Wang Hu said coldly, with an evil lip line at the corner of his mouth. He would rather die standing than live on his knees! This damn scene must be being watched by the mastermind behind the scenes, and he wants me to cry.

Are you begging for mercy with tears in your eyes? Since he has embarked on the road of smuggling arms, he has long been aware of death at any time. Unless he becomes the king of arms like Victor Butt, Wang Hu will never die in peace.

This man's heart has been baptized by wind and rain and is as strong as steel!

Wang Hu picked up the big black star in his hand, loaded it with a click, and slowly pulled the grenade on his tactical vest with his left hand.

The air seems to be filled with the strong smell of gunpowder!

"Scrutinizer No. 2506749, do you want to log in?" The mechanical voice revealed cold murderous intent, "If you choose no, you will be purged directly!"
Chapter completed!