"What's your name?"

"Who are you?"

Although a group of police officers who rushed over did not know Fang Yuanshan, no one came forward to interfere when they saw the many bodyguards around him.

"Why are you here to Colombia?"

This American in his early thirties has the arrogance unique to white people. After looking at Fang Yuanshan, he sneered: "I hold an American passport and come to Colombia through formal channels. As for what I am here for, what does it have to do with you?"

Fang Yuanshan's "good temper" does not mean that his subordinates have a good temper. The bodyguard leader in formal clothes walked up to him and grabbed his hair and punched him hard.

"I...I...I want to sue you for human rights violations."

The bodyguard let the American man grab the hair and look at his raised face and said, "I'll ask you again, what have you been to Wenjiya for?"

Seeing Fang Yuanshan's face turned cold, the American man calmed down and said, "I am a photographer and an editor of a magazine. I came to Wingia to collect folks. There are proof documents in my suitcase. If the sir doesn't believe it, you can take a look."

A policeman stepped forward and opened his box, found the ID and a pile of photos, and several other items of change of clothes, and everything seemed normal.

"Don't you say it?"

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Fang Yuanshan's mouth, and then walked out of the parking lot without saying a word. The bodyguard behind him directly followed the American man. A policeman tried to come forward to ask why, a bodyguard took out the ID and lit it, and then quickly chased after him.

When he got on a French-made "signature" military explosion-proof vehicle, several bodyguards had already carried the American to follow him out. There were too many people at the airport just now, so Fang Yuanshan couldn't explain in detail. Now that he saw him getting in the car, he didn't wait for him to continue to struggle, he slapped him hard on his face.

"Why did you hit me? What crime did I commit? And who are you? Why did you kidnap me?"

"If you call me a ghost, you will die~"

Seeing the big men in the carriage looking at each other, the American man didn't dare to shout anymore and became silent.

"Since you have been caught, then just say it quickly, so you can save yourself from suffering in a while."

Seeing that he was still as if he was not afraid of boiling water, Fang Yuanshan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and turned around and said, "Come on, knock off all the teeth in his mouth~"

"You...you..."

When he heard Fang Yuanshan say "Teats", the American who was slumped on the floor of the car became extremely frightened and murmured for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

"I know you agents are all trained, but it doesn't matter. You are useless to me, so I won't negotiate with you. After knocking off your teeth, I will have someone strip you naked and throw you into the jungle. I believe you will become a ball of feces tomorrow."

No threat can catch up with this naked murderous intent, and according to the agent's understanding of Fang Yuanshan, he can definitely do such a thing.

"I...I am an overseas Secret Service staffer of the CIA."

"What else?"

"I am responsible for the things in Colombia, and report any political, economic, military and other information in Colombia to the headquarters. The rest of the matter is not my business, and I don't know anything about it."

Fang Yuanshan saw a lot of problems from this agent. Last year's leak obviously did not completely give up the CIA, and he did not expect to make a comeback so soon.

"Send me an order to increase the intensity of investigation. In addition, notify the Colombian government that any Colombian citizens who help or engage in espionage will be severely punished once they are verified."

Before the car arrived at the camp, a call came from there, and a group of mysterious people attacked the "Saraki" camp in the west again.

“stop~”

Fang Yuanshan, who walked down from the explosion-proof car, looked at the darkness before dawn in the distance, his face was covered with a ferocious expression, and said in a gloomy mouth: "Grass, mud, horses, you are still excited if you don't get angry, let you know today~"

"Give me more alert~" A sentence was still floating in the air, and Fang Yuanshanren had disappeared from the spot, leaving behind his men who were stunned.

Fangyuan Mountain, running wildly in the primitive jungle at a terrifying speed, gradually boiling.

As his strength becomes stronger and stronger, there is no one in this world who can fight. It is not wrong to say that he is invincible in the world. It is precisely because of this that Fang Yuanshan has not taken action for almost a year, and no one is worth his action.

But today, the person who came to make trouble repeatedly was obviously prepared. Most of his subordinates were veterans who retreated from the battlefield, with rich combat experience and strong individual soldiers. In this case, dozens of people were killed by the opponent. You can imagine the opponent's strength.

The straight-line distance between Wingia and Saraki is about 80 kilometers, and it takes less than an hour to drive on the flat ground. But the problem is that this is a rainforest, and there is no direct road between the two places. It takes at least half a day to walk without air transportation.

But Fang Yuanshan is different. The space movement is now perfect for him. It has been no longer 100 meters in one second. Every flash of his eyes will not exceed half a breath. He can go all out and even move 300 meters away in one second.

At first, he was still running in the jungle, but at the end, Fangyuan Mountain had already "flyed" directly on the treetops, and ran straight towards Saraki in the way that Master Bodhidharma "crossed the river with one reed".

If someone looked down from a high altitude at this time, he would find that in the Amazon jungle before dawn, a man actually broke through the shackles of gravity and "flyed" under the night sky.

It took 80 kilometers to get rid of the time I had been delayed before, Fang Yuanshan arrived at the eastern suburbs of "Saraki" in less than fifteen minutes.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

"Boom~"

Fang Yuanshan, who was still running wildly on the treetops, heard the sound of cannon fire coming from afar, and the graphene sword appeared in his palm.

"Retreat, these people have problems..."

"Furence, Furence, you don't matter?.uk, I'll fight you~"

"Dadada..."

In the jungle not far from the camp, hundreds of big men in dark green military uniforms were fighting a group of "monsters".

These monsters are very terrifying and shooting on them is useless. Apart from tearing his clothes, they cannot play any role in the "monsters". What's even more terrifying is that these monsters seem to have been injected with excitement and doping, and never tire of them. After being surrounded by them, one of them actually killed 11 people in a row and then rushed out of the encirclement.

Before we arrived on the battlefield, we could see that the casualties and injuries in Saraki Camp were much worse than those in Wengia. The bodies were lying in the jungle, and all of them were fatal to one blow.

"Fuck it~"

Listening to the sporadic sounds that were still ringing from time to time in the distance, fire was almost spurting out from Fang Yuanshan's eyes.

Two members of the Nan'an tribe in the distance were vigilant back to back, and above their heads, a masked figure was squatting quietly on it. The moment they saw the two people turning below, the figure suddenly jumped down from the tree.

"I, grass, mud, horse, go to death~"

The black shadow man was still in mid-air, and suddenly a loud shout broke out in his ears, followed by a pitch-black phantom across the night sky and slashed towards his waist.

"Puff~"

There is no suspense at all. The graphene war knife is like a hot knife cutting tofu, lightly slashing across the shadow's body.

"Crazy~"

When the two soldiers standing below heard a loud shout, before they could raise the branch in their hands, a large bunch of hot liquid was scattered in the air.

"I am Fang Yuanshan~"

After saying a word, without waiting for their answer, Fang Yuanshan disappeared from the spot again and rushed towards the surviving subordinates around him.

There were about 300 people stationed in this camp here, but Fang Yuanshan encountered very few living people and was basically dead.

"Go to die~"

"Puff~"

One by one, these monsters that were inaccessible could not hold on for five minutes under the graphene sword, and all of them were different from each other.

The sky had already appeared a little white, but the forest was still very dark. The tall tree canopy hid all the dirty sins below. Looking at the headless corpse that was still squirming slightly under her feet, Fang Yuanshan felt disgusted.

His four-dimensional image was clearly visible. This masked man was the clones in Area 51 before, and there were also machine-printed codes on their foreheads.

What made him feel incredible was that after the head was cut off, these "monsters" did not lose a lot of blood like normal people, but slowly healed after a little light red blood flowed out.

"Fuck, he has really become an immortal body~"

In order to confirm his thoughts, he found a piece of his body that was still squirming, cut off a piece of his arm with a knife, and then installed it on. A terrifying scene appeared, and granulation quickly grew on his shoulders. After squirming for a while, his arm was intact.

"Is that what the hell is this?"

The four-dimensional image penetrated through the appearance, but fortunately, the epidermis was connected, and the bones inside were still broken. However, with their ability to recover, they were much stronger than his body.

"Boss~"

He was frowning and pondering, and heard the sound coming from his ears. He turned around and looked at it. Seeing that it was Conmas, the person in charge of the base here, he was solemn: "How many casualties are there?"

When Commas heard his question, tears flowed unconsciously and said with sobs: "163 brothers died, no injured."

"Fuck him, those who are raised by cousins ​​in District 51 seem to be merciless last time."

Fang Yuanshan, who had always been revenge at night, suddenly broke out after hearing such a large number of deaths. Without saying a word, he walked towards the camp with a cold face...
Chapter completed!