"Hey, don't come over, come over again, we'll shoot."

"Let's go down, lie down, labor and capital will let you lie down."

Six or seven men pointed guns at a white man walking slowly towards them, but their bodies were involuntarily retreating. Those who didn't know thought that these men were the victims.

At this time, the people in the car were also stunned, looked at their heads in a daze, and exclaimed: "Here is a waste of life, hurry up, everyone searches the guys."

Just when most people were about to get weapons, one of the calmer people shouted: "Don't, they are extremely nervous now. Once they are stimulated, they may really shoot."

"What should he do? It's impossible for us to be beaten to death by watching our heads."

"Stop making noise, look."

Just as a group of people were quarreling to go down to help them, the white man had already walked to a AK-47, and the man with the gun kept saying something loudly.

Facing the gun of the black hole, the white man put down the man in his hand, grabbed it, grabbed it, and then snatched it. Then, under the gaze of more than a dozen or twenty people inside and outside the car, he broke the ak-47 in half, then twisted it again, twisted it into a trick, and stuffed it into the other party's hand.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go. Now I'll move the stone in front of the car right away, or I'll turn you into this gun."

Six or seven bandits looked at the ak, then looked at the big man's hands, subconsciously swallowed, and their minds exploded with a "buzzing" sound, but their feet immediately ran towards the front of the car like a rabbit.

"I. Damn, when did our group produce such a tough character?"

"I don't know either. I heard that he used to follow his boss, but then disappeared and no one had ever seen him."

"I remembered it too. His name seems to be Locke, who once helped the boss block bullets."

"No wonder I'm so fierce. It turns out that it's the person around the boss..."

When the people in the car saw that they were unarmed, they dared to attack the gun of the black hole, and even twisted a pure iron cast ak into a twist. How much wrist strength does it take?

After the bandits who blocked the road and robbed the stones away, Locke outside the car glanced at them left and right, looked down at the guns in their hands, shook his head and turned around with a funny expression on his face.

Smack sex~

When the people in the car saw that they got on the bus, they immediately gave out warm applause, and some whistled, exclaiming: "Head, you are so fierce."

"Wow, boss, tell us quickly, that gun is just made of plastic, right?"

...

Facing everyone's stunning and puzzled expressions, Locke, who sat down, smiled without an answer.

The more he did this, the more people in the car felt that he was unfathomable, especially the "thorny" Levery, who was a little ashamed now.

Relying on his outstanding performance in the army before retiring from the army, Levery has been in a strong momentum since joining the Nan'an Ministry, and there are many people who subdued him in the army.

To be honest with the mission, he always thought he would be the leader. Unexpectedly, a leader was airborne in the group, which made him very unhappy. Although he would not deliberately find fault, it was inevitable to say strange things. Who knows...

Although his face was a little embarrassed, fortunately, there were some good brothers who could smell the smell when farts. After the embarrassment, he also surrounded him.

"Boss, you are the most powerful person I have ever seen."

Seeing his head full of in front of him and behind him, Locke, who was sitting with his arms in his arms, grinned and asked, "Do you think I'm very awesome?"

"Of course, I was a Golden Eagle before joining Nan'an. In my opinion, our fighting instructors will not be the opponent of the head."

"Yes, the Vales in the United States is known as the king of karate, but in my opinion, it is probably a big difference compared to you."

Locke only showed his amazing wrist strength, but these soldiers saw something unusual. Not to mention cast iron guns, how many people could twist it into twists even ordinary plastic pipes?

"You think I'm awesome, that's because you haven't seen a real master yet."

Hearing his words, Levery disbelief: "Head, unless the gun just now was fake, I don't believe that there are people in this world who are stronger than you, even the boss..."

It would be fine if he questioned himself, but seeing that he even dared to doubt Fang Yuanshan, Locke's face turned cold and he turned his head and looked at him quietly.

When Levery knew that he said the wrong thing, he looked embarrassed when he saw this. Fang Yuanshan's reputation was a god-like legend throughout the Nan'an tribe and could not be desecrated at all.

However, it is precisely because of the mythology that those who have joined the Nan'an tribe in the past four or five years rarely see Fang Yuanshan taking action. Even the group has changed so much, he has not shown "miracles" in front of everyone from beginning to end. It is no wonder they suspect it.

"You don't have to guess the boss's strength. I can tell you that the boss is invincible in the world." After saying this, Locke stopped speaking.

The topic was all about the boss, so the bull naturally couldn't brag anymore, and everyone sat back, but they were still skeptical about what Locke said about "invincible in the world".

A small episode passed, and the car quickly got on the road and headed towards the northern city of Barcelona, ​​"Berga".

...

There are a lot of messes left by Russia and Yuan Gaoyang. The matter on Malvina Island has been left to the Argentine government to negotiate with the Russian side, and Fang Yuanshan returned to the group headquarters.

In this incident, Yuanshan Group suffered a lot of losses, but Russia also suffered a lot. Two cruisers and one battleship were regarded as trophy.

Not to mention how much the ship itself is worth, once the news of Russian warships being captured spread, it will definitely become the biggest joke since the collapse of the Soviet Union. This will cause great harm to the prestige of the Iron Blood Emperor.

"The announcement has been issued. At present, the response in Asia is the most intense. We unanimously asked our company to give an explanation. Boss, what do you think?"

“How long does it take to recover at the fastest time?”

"If you have to undertake the data calculation tasks of all users, it will take at least one month."

Hearing Oneons' words, Fang Yuanshan's crossed thumbs quickly turned, and he thought for a while: "In this way, do his best to recover, give priority to supplying South America and Asia, as for North America and Europe, and then go back."

"Okay, I know the boss."

After the general manager of Wushuang Technology left, Fang Yuanshan sat alone in a chair and pondered.

The destruction of the original body of Saint Athena caused great damage to Wushuang Technology. The computers using Wushuang system in the whole world were paralyzed in an instant, and the impact was very bad. The group phone was almost blown up this week.

You should know that many military, medical and technology groups are now using the Wushuang system. Not to mention the invisible losses, the direct losses caused by just oneself are as high as 10 billion US dollars.

However, Fang Yuanshan had to do this. He wanted Russia to let everyone in the world know that the ontology of the Wushuang system was not crucial to them. They could give up at any time and create another new one.

Yes, it's recreation.

St. Athena is a biological computer, and its system is in every computer. It will not disappear unless all computers that have been installed in the Wushuang system are destroyed.

Secondly, its body is a biomolecular structure, and it is very difficult to kill it. Unless the entire huge jelly-shaped heart is put into a melting pot and it will not be able to kill it at all.

It is precisely because of these two reasons that he swung his sword to destroy the body of Saint Athena without hesitation.

Anne is still in China. Due to Yuan Gaoyang's reasons, her business is now extremely sluggish. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Yuanshan was taking advantage of the group to rectify the group and sorted out all the personnel from top to bottom.

Dongdongdongdongdong~

“Come in~”

The young secretary who had just taken office walked in with a slightly red face and said in a soft voice: "Boss, the plane is ready."

He stood up and stretched the hem of the suit and said, "Then let's go."

...

At 2:00 p.m. on December 24, a large private plane landed in the northern French city of Nantes. When he walked out of the spiral ladder, Fang Yuanshan reached out to close his shirt on his neck, and then slowly walked down the spiral ladder.

The door of an extended Lincoln under the plane was already opened. After he got in, the bodyguards around him ran quickly with their headsets. Soon four cars drove away from Nantes Airport from the VIP aisle.

"Who does this mean?"

"Ms. Greensha said that Mr. Arnold's last wish during his lifetime was to return to Nantes after his death."

Fang Yuanshan nodded without saying a word, looking at the shadow of the tree flashing by the roadside, with memories, reluctance, and sentimentality inside.

He never thought that this loyal man who had followed him since 2008 had died like this. Many times he thought, how great would it be if Yuan Gaoyang had not been allowed to participate in that genetic test?

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world, and what should have happened still happened.

The car drove along the "Loire" towards the northern town of "Cuelong", which is Arnold's hometown.

When he was a teenager, Arnold immigrated to the United States with his parents, and later joined the US Navy SEALs. He followed Fang Yuanshan not long after he retired.

At 3:00 p.m., the convoy arrived at the west suburbs of Cueron Cemetery.

In winter, the sun sets early, and the sun from the West Mountain shines slanted, sprinkling the cemetery with desolation. The cemetery is dotted with some evergreen trees, making people look more solemn.

Under the guidance of the entourage, Fang Yuanshan passed through the large tombstone and walked towards the northwest. When he reached the end, he stopped.

“This is it~”

Looking at the words "Warren Arnold" engraved in French on the tombstone, Fang Yuanshan was inexplicably sad for a moment, and waved his hand to let all the followers behind him leave here...

(To be continued.).
Chapter completed!