The recent international news is still being played on the old TV in the bar, and people are not paying too much attention to it. As they said, except for the drug lords who need to go to and from the US border, there is no difference to most people struggling on the lifeline.

The man sat quietly at the bar drinking, ignoring McKessen's eyes from time to time, as if he was just a normal passerby.

The drunk bearded man stumbled to the bar and stared at Macson with his confused eyes: "Give me a few more whiskey."

"No, you're already drunk."

McKeson shook his head and refused the bearded man's request.

"Which eye did you see me getting drunk?"

The bearded man was furious when he heard this. He smashed the bar with both hands, making a dull roar.

“…”

McSon sneered a few times, and instead of trying to argue with the alcoholic, he reached out and grabbed the shotgun in the cabinet under the bar.

The bearded man shook his head: "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, I'm giving me a few more cups."

As he opened his mouth and spoke, a smelly wine spout came out, which was really hard to believe that he was not drunk.

"Well, give me this glass of wine."

It seemed as if he noticed the beer in front of the man next to him. The bearded man didn't say hello and grabbed the cup with his hand as if he wanted to snatch it.

However, when the right hand was just reaching less than ten centimeters away from the man, the direction of the right hand suddenly changed and grabbed the man's shoulder. At the same time, his footsteps suddenly stepped forward and his body came directly behind the man. His eyes were flashing. How could he see how drunk he was just now?

Fighting and grabbing!

If it were ordinary people, it would be difficult for them to react under such a sudden attack. Even if they were captured, they would be unable to make other resistance moves.

But this time, the bearded man miscalculated.

His hand that changed lane was about to grab the man's shoulder, but he felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body felt as if he was hit by a truck. Then he moved over and flew backwards.

"Crazy..."

The table and chairs were knocked into a ball by the bearded man's body, which caused a burst of exclamation in the bar.

But the exclamation only sounded for a moment and was covered by a horrifying gaze.

In the bar where more than ten people were originally, five people suddenly stood up, reached out to take out their guns and pulled the trigger at the man's back.

"Bang bang bang..."

The gunshots continued, and the five people emptied the magazines of the guns in their hands, but they could only change their qualities and saw that the man was not only unscathed, but also shot at the bullets behind him, all of which were more than ten centimeters away from the back, and the situation was extremely strange.

"Is this the only skill?"

The man didn't even look back, and the bullet stuck behind him immediately gained a stronger kinetic energy than before. In a whirlwind, he flew backwards with his original trajectory. The five gunmen were shot into a hornet's nest without saying a word.

As early as the gunmen stood up, McKesson immediately lay down at the bar counter. Hearing the gunshots outside stopped, he held the shotgun and slowly poked his head out, but was stunned to find that the man who should have died was sitting in front of the bar and drinking beer.

"Bang."

After drinking the beer in one sip, the man stood up and walked towards the door, ignoring the people who were so scared that they were lying on the ground, pushed open the door and came outside the motel.

In the afternoon, the Mexican sun shone lazily on the Gobi-like land, and I couldn't feel that six people had just died in the bar.

“Hmm?”

As soon as the man raised his eyes under the hat, he saw a black shadow flying quickly in the distant sky. He was so fast that he immediately flew from the sky to the sky above the motel.

Tomahawk cruise missile?

It seems that it was launched by a fleet in the waters near Mexico.

Hey, it turns out that it is not one.

Just behind the black shadow, at least more than a dozen black shadows followed closely, without exception, all of which were the US military's Tomahawk cruise missiles.

Originally, the conventional charging power of a Tomahawk cruise missile was enough to kill a person on a standard football field, let alone more than ten cruise missiles, and this round of attack alone would cost tens of millions of dollars.

However, compared to the US Navy Third Fleet that is still floating in low-Earth orbit so far, what is this just tens of millions of dollars?

It's time to say it soon.

In an instant, a Tomahawk missile was already on the verge of brink of brink of tens of meters above the motel, which immediately triggered an extremely powerful explosion.

"boom!"

The surging blazing flames and shock waves exploded in less than a thousandth of a second, and in just another thousandth of a second, this decades-old motel will turn into dust after the explosion, but...

The rapidly expanding explosion flames only expanded into a sphere of two meters in diameter, as if imprisoned by an invisible force. In an instant, the surging high temperature and energy quickly compressed back, just like a reversed image lens, compressing to a small point at a faster speed than before, and suddenly lost its light and disappeared, and a trace of half was no longer visible.

When placed in the ordinary sense of time, you can only notice a black shadow suddenly descending, and then the hot highlight flashed, and disappeared without any warning.

Not only the high temperature and flames, but also the shock waves were forcibly cut off before they expanded, so that even the breeze was not stirred up.

Such scenes were staged one by one. The more than ten Tomahawk missiles that flew over and were strangled into the cradle without exerting the amazing power of the explosion.

For the man in front of him, the so-called thousands of missiles cannot change such an end at all.

"American……"

After dealing with more than ten Tomahawk missiles in an understatement, the man frowned slightly.

Are Americans really that brave?

It is not surprising to track down his specific location. After all, he did not deliberately hide his traces, but his behavior of launching missiles immediately was very reckless.

After all, he showed almost the power of gods, destroying Washington in one fell swoop, and also sent the third fleet that the Americans were proud of to space. In such an absolute power gap, he tried to use cruise missiles to eliminate unconventional enemies. His behavior was extremely stupid.

Don't they care about the consequences of angering him?

A black shadow flew over from afar.

Come again?

Just one minute later, the Americans should have known that the cruise missile was invalid, so why did another missile be launched?

It's still a Tomahawk missile.

The man looked moved and knew why the Americans had to fire a missile after an attempt.

Americans are really arrogant and reckless.

He actually... dares to use nuclear warheads to attack on other people's land.

But if you think about it carefully, even his capital and the Third Fleet were destroyed, which completely caused the Americans to fall into madness. In their eyes, his existence was ten times more terrifying than the Soviet Union during the Cold War.

Recalling the irrational behavior of almost falling into a full-scale nuclear war several times in history, the man sighed slightly, feeling that his idea of ​​thinking about everyone was completely wrong.

It seems that the deterrence is not enough, and they will not give up if the Americans and the whole world do not let the difference between them.

Then come on.

The man looked at the tomahawk missile flying in a hurry.
Chapter completed!