Everyone has something that must be protected in their hearts and must not be offended, called the reverse scale. For Su Ming, this absolute absolute is Su Su.

So, when Fujita Koji said that and took out Su Su's photo, in an instant, the air in the entire spacious conference room seemed to be frozen! He didn't care that the other party was just talking, but he was really ready to put it into practice. In short, even a little bit of a weak sign is not to be offended.

"What did you say just now! I didn't seem to hear it very clearly!" Su Ming lowered his head, closed his eyes, and spoke very calmly, but if he looked closely, he could find that even his hands, who were always calm, were trembling slightly.

"Haha--it doesn't mean anything else to say. Please rest assured that as long as Mr. Su Ming is willing to cooperate with us, there is absolutely no need to worry about the safety of his sister!" He probably didn't know much about Su Su's existence for Su Ming, and even at this moment he was content with Su Ming's retreat. Fujita Koji was satisfied with the words "working".

But the next moment, Su Ming's head suddenly raised, and from the eyes that were enough to frostbite the soul, a few gazes bloomed, with extremely strong murderous intent, without any concealment, and it was so naked and naked, which was also the most true portrayal of his mood at this moment.

Even the general who was used to seeing big scenes would inevitably feel a little palpitation. In that look, it seemed that he could hear countless miserable wails. It was the soul who was about to fall into hell. The last bit of souvenir in the world and the locking of murderous intent brought him an unprecedented chill, which spread along his spine and spread to his whole body in a moment.

Fuji Fujita moved back slightly like a conditioned reflex, and his heel in military leather shoes hit the foot of the conference table. In an extremely quiet environment, it made an extremely harsh sound, as if it catered to Su Ming's sight, giving him a feeling of terror.

Before this, he had never thought that his eyes could be so terrifying. However, just as the cold sweat on his forehead was about to roll down, a figure blocked in front of him - a young man who had been called Kasamuni before.

"Su Ming! You are too presumptuous! You dare to be rude to the general! Don't forget your identity-" Kasako rebuked with a stern voice, standing calmly in front of Hiroshi Fujita, completely unaffected by Su Ming's arrogant murderous intent, and even as a reply, his eyes became particularly sharp.

The black bloodline stretched upward along the base of his neck, and in a moment he crawled over the lower half of his face, making his originally neat chin look a little deformed, and his teeth also look particularly abrupt - sharp, slender, and particularly hideous.

If you dare to challenge Su Ming, you naturally have a certain strength. As expected, Kasami is indeed one of the few phage adapters in the Self-Defense Force, and the one with the highest adaptation rate.

Perhaps it was the environment he was in that he did not realize the terrible part of the extreme adapter, or it was possible that he had some prejudice to Su Ming, a non-attacking phage adapter. In short, in this mentality of a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger, he did not have any fear or timidity, at least on the surface.

"You - how dare you...the idea of ​​beating Su Su!" Almost word by word, Su Ming said such words with some difficulty, stuttering, almost reaching the level of gritting teeth.

And the moment he finished speaking, before he could even see the trajectory of his movement clearly, Su Ming disappeared in front of the two people.

"Bang--" A muffled sound, to be precise, it should be the impact of the sharp weapon passing through the body. Then, Su Ming's face, which seemed to be about to become ice, slowly became clearer than ten centimeters away from Fujita Koji.

"Answer me-" Staring at Hiroshi Fujita's eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person, but Su Ming still asked relentlessly, "Tell me, where did you get the courage to attack my sister, and dare to threaten me with Su Su's affairs."

I used two "dare" in a row, as if in Su Ming's thinking, the threat about my sister was so incredible.

The calm tone was exactly like the words of Yama's death, because in Fujita's sight, he noticed particularly clearly that behind Kasaki who was blocking his body, there was a palm dripping with blood, and in the middle of that palm, a kidney that was still emitting heat in winter was trembling slightly.

Looking at the face that was so close, even if there was no trace of hideousness, even if there was no use of the vocal power, and it could even be called handsome. However, with such appearance and such words, Fujita Koji, who was used to seeing the blood, was speechless.

His lips trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple squirmed twice. He never expected that as the strongest adapter in the Self-Defense Force, he had no time to react and had no resistance. He was as weak as a chicken, simply being held in Su Ming's hand, and he was not even able to resist and struggle.

The cold time did not last long, but was broken with a loud shout-

"Tell me! Where did you get the courage? Is it based on your identity as a general who is not valued at all? Or is it based on this Wusaurus who has an adaptation rate of only 77.8%!" Su Ming no longer restrained his anger that was almost about to be burst into pieces, and roared out like thunder, causing the eardrum of Fujita Hiroshi who was so close to him to death.

With the words like venting, the kidneys in the hand were pinched like a pair of mud, and a strange sound of shattering was made.

Then, his waving arm carried Kasamu's insignificant weight, crossed half of the conference room, and hit the wall behind Su Ming. The blood overflowing from the wound was sprinkled freely due to oppression, and a charming trace was drawn on the snow-white white wall.

"Dong--" The sound of the body falling sounded, and Fujita Hiroshi, who had already seen it, came to his senses. Then he realized that Su Ming had faced him without any obstacles just less than ten centimeters away in front of him.

"Su Ming! What are you going to do? I am a major general of the military headquarters, you...uh--" I was about to act aloof and use my identity to restrict Su Ming's Fujita Hiroshi. Halfway through his words, there was only a whimpering sound from his throat.

With one hand stuck on his neck, Su Ming directly raised Fujita Hiroshi, who had already needed to look down on him, and looked at him with a cold look, without giving him a chance to speak. The force on his hand slowly tightened. No matter how he slapped or struggled, it could not stop Su Ming from his determination to kill him.

At this time, Su Ming was already in a state of complete recklessness. Even if he killed the federal major general openly, he would at least be sentenced to life imprisonment, and such a thing was completely ignored by him.

Fujita Hiroshi was not an adapter physique. Under Su Ming's hands, even Kashiki's chicken was not as good as that of Su Ming. His legs were slowly slowing down, and the strength of his struggle gradually weakened. But even at the moment when he was about to die, he still couldn't understand why it was just a small threat that Su Ming had to kill him.

Gradually becoming empty, his eyes scattered, staring at the direction of the conference room door. At this point, he had not given up his last chance, so he could only hope that someone could rush in and stop Su Ming, the madman.

Time passed by in seconds, until his sight became blurred due to congestion, and finally someone responded to his call.

"Bang--" The door was opened. When I saw that figure, Fujita Hiroshi really felt that she was definitely the most beautiful angel in the world.

Because the noise in the conference room was too loud, even if you could hear it on the fifth floor, Qiao Ai, who was a little worried, hurried down. The moment he hurriedly pushed open the door, he was immediately frightened by the scene inside.

When we met in the morning, two people who were touching the dog had already turned into dead dogs, and the other slowly turned into dead dogs on Su Ming's hand. Blood was scattered all over the floor along the ground, and even the walls were covered in blood, just like a slaughterhouse.

"Ah--" Such a scene scared her, covered her mouth with some surprise, and then hurriedly asked, "Brother Su Ming, are you okay?"

Fuji Fujita was almost so angry that he vomited blood. He was not far from the point of something wrong, but the people who came in were still concerned about whether Su Ming was causing this situation.

It was also when Su Ming heard the sound of opening the door and Qiao Ai's question that Su Ming's agitation calmed down slightly. Although he still couldn't help but want to kill Fujita Hiroshi immediately, it was still a bit bad in front of Qiao Ai. Moreover, if he did this, the subsequent matters would undoubtedly become very troublesome.

His brows frowned, as if he was measuring something, then he loosened his hands and threw Fujita Koji's already limp body to the side like garbage.

"Cough--" It was the first time Fujita Koji felt how wonderful it was to be able to breathe! The cold air poured into the air inlet, choking him and coughing loudly, but still couldn't stop his desire.

As he gradually became clearer, he saw that Su Ming's shoes turned around when he was kneeling, and then walked straight out without saying a word. For Su Ming, he no longer wanted to talk nonsense to the dead.

"Su Ming - you wait! This matter is not over!" Although he was speechless, Fujita Hiroshi still struggled to vent his anger in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah! That's right! This matter is not over!" Su Ming paused for a moment, but he didn't look back at him at all, but just said the same words as him.
Chapter completed!