"What happened? Answer me immediately! Damn it! Where is the person?"

Faced with this sudden interruption of communication, Michael had a gloomy face, and not far from him, the others also showed nervous expressions at this time. Obviously, although they did not know what the front line is currently in, it can be seen from Michael's side that this is definitely not a good thing.

"Damn it!!"

Michael also seemed furious at this moment. He smashed the table hard with a heavy circle, then stood up and walked outside with big strides. Seeing him leaving, the adjutant hurried to Michael's side and asked with an uneasy expression.

"Sir Michael, where are you going?"

"I will lead the team to the front line in person and order the mobile troops to prepare immediately and cooperate with us from the side. I will take action personally to completely eliminate the resistance of these damn wilderness residents. At that time, I will let them taste the power of our Federation Legion! Order the "Harrier Eagle" to be ready and set off immediately!"

As he spoke, Michael stepped out of the camp with big strides, but when he saw the scenery in front of him clearly, Michael was stunned.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Outside the camp, white mist covered the whole world. Looking up, even the searchlights in the camp could not penetrate the thick fog, and could only see some faint light sources. Seeing this scene, Michael frowned, and then he turned his head and looked at the sentry standing guard outside the camp.

"How did this happen? When did the fog come out?"

Hearing Michael's inquiry, the sentry hurriedly stood firm and then answered.

"Report to you, it was about five minutes ago, but the fog was not as thick as it is now... In fact, we are planning to report it to you..."

"never mind."

Hearing this, Michael became more and more upset. Such a thick fog came out from where. Why hadn't anyone ever heard of such a thing before... Why did it fog? This question is no longer important to Michael. Now he only hopes to gather the team as soon as possible and then eliminate those stubborn country bumpkins in one fell swoop. Michael believes that as long as he takes action himself, there will be no problem. To blame him, he can only be too stupid for the idiots on the front line. He has given them enough information, but he will actually be like this!

It's so damn!!

Michael grinded his teeth, then walked into the fog with great strides. Although the fog in front of him was relatively dense, it was not as good as not being able to see what was in front of him. He went straight to the temporary apron behind the camp, where an armed helicopter was quietly parked on the platform without any movement.

What happened?

Looking at the still-moving armed helicopter in front of him, Michael couldn't help frowning. He had already issued an order to prepare the mobile troops. Why did the armed helicopter in front of him not obey his orders at all? Thinking of this, Michael walked to the helicopter and soon, he saw the driver sitting in the cockpit, with his head hanging down, and seemed to be sleeping. Looking at the scene in front of him, Michael couldn't help but get angry from his heart. He reached out and knocked on the window hard. But the driver had no reaction. It seemed that he was sleeping soundly...

"Fan Chuan, damn it, I'll tell you to get up, have you heard it! You stupid lazy guy!!"

Seeing the other person sleeping so sweetly, Michael became even more annoyed. He took out his pistol and smashed it hard towards the window. With a "bang", the driver who seemed to be sleeping soundly finally made a move - his body fell softly to the side, and the head rolled down from his neck without any restraint and pressed against the glass.

What's this?

Looking at the eyes that were dazed and lost intent through the glass, Michael did not react at all for a moment. But soon, he immediately took a step back and raised his gun vigilantly and stared at the surroundings.

What happened? Why was your driver killed?

While staring at the surroundings with vigilance, Michael was also extremely surprised for a moment. At this time, he realized that the surroundings seemed to be too quiet. Logically speaking, he had just issued an order, and the camp should have started to take action at this time, but there was a quiet surroundings, and there was no sound at all, and there was also this damn fog...

fog?

Thinking of this, Michael seemed to remember something, and he was shocked. He remembered that Shrek had reported that they had encountered fog before... Could it be that there was something wrong with this fog?

Can't stay here anymore!

Thinking of this, Michael reached out and touched the pendant hanging around his neck. Then he quickly turned around and returned along the same route. Now the first thing he had to do was not to go to the front line, but to return to the command center immediately and demanded that the entire army evacuate. At the same time, he secretly scolded his guards for being a group of food and being touched in but had no reaction at all. Don’t these damn bastards have eyes?

"Immediately, we were attacked! Damn, you guys..."

As he rushed into the camp, Michael stopped involuntarily before he even finished speaking. He widened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him, not knowing what to say at all.

In front of Michael, the command center that was still very lively just now was already dead silent. The staff who were busy handling tasks had fallen into a pool of blood. Their bodies were scattered in pieces in the blood, and they looked like pieces of meat chops. Not far away in front of Michael, a young man wearing a black windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat was standing there. His right hand was raised, and the shiny and sharp scalpel in his hand was stabbing into the neck of a woman in a military uniform not far away. The woman struggled desperately,

Trying to escape from Feiren's hands, but it was useless. Feiren's scalpel was inserted accurately into her trachea, making the woman unable to breathe air. She opened her mouth in vain, as if she wanted to breathe like a fish, but she could only hear some "hissing" sound from the incision. Then Feiren swung his right hand down with force, and the scalpel in his hand quickly dissected the woman in front of her. For a moment, the internal organs were mixed with blood and leaned out from the inside like garbage. The woman who was originally struggling sharply also trembled suddenly at this moment, and there was no movement.

"Ah, you're the commander here?"

It was not until this time that Faren put down his right hand, turned around and narrowed his eyes, and looked at Michael in front of him with a soft smile. At this moment, Michael was already ashen. The opponent's attack was too fast, and he didn't even have time to stop him. Faren had already killed his adjutant, which made Michael feel extremely angry.

"You bastard, you actually killed Susan!!"

“I don’t think this is the problem.”

Facing Michael's roar, Feren seemed very calm. He even moved his wrist and shook off the blood stained from the scalpel.

"As uninvited guests, this is your rightful end, isn't it?"

"very good."

Hearing this, Michael's face was also gloomy. His eyes were red and he stared at Feiren fiercely.

"I will kill you and let you die miserably in pain. You damn yellow-skinned monkey!"

When he heard Michael's words, Faren just raised his head and smiled slightly.

"What a pity, what I hate the most is racism and nigger..."

As he said, Feiren flipped his fingers and under his movements, the scalpel quickly rotated and divided into bright and dazzling sword flowers, and then was held in the hand by Feiren again.

"It seems that treatment is inevitable."
Chapter completed!