"Do you need a pair of glasses, brother?" The American soldier holding the gun waited for a moment and saw that his companion had not been put into the needle for a long time and couldn't help but quip, but the chatterbox companion did not respond, which made him feel that the situation was not right.

He quickly looked at the American soldiers who were given the injection. His exposed skin, whether it was face or hands, was full of red and red like cooked crabs. He was so shocked that he subconsciously reached out to test the temperature of his companion's forehead. The "Zhongzhu point" on the back of his hand happened to be attached to the "Yuwaku point" on his companion's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a hot stream of heat poured into his companion's body. The American soldier holding the gun stiffened all over, and he felt that his body was burning as if his internal organs were being scorched...

A second later, Beilong slowly opened his eyes, pushed away the two American soldiers and turned over and got out of bed. At this moment, the two American soldiers who had originally maintained a delicate balance also fell to the ground.

Their skin color gradually returned to normal, but their eyes were empty and there was no breath, so they could not die anymore.

The fire dragon's true energy shook the hearts of the two American soldiers, and Beilong walked out of the room and went to the command room.

In the command room with the door closed, Captain Lieutenant Colonel Martin drank red wine while ***ing, which was so pleasant!

This time, he made a great contribution! Lieutenant Colonel Martin never expected that he would have the chance to capture the alive Beilong. He had to thank the Russians. If it weren't for the Russian rocket launcher, the mutant killer whale would not have been killed. The mutant killer whale would not have been killed, and the mutant killer whale would not have been knocked out and fell into the sea. His submarine was like a pie falling from the sky and picked up this big advantage!

By the time I brought that Chinese back to the United States, I would be able to be promoted to colonel steadily! The more Martin thought about it, the happier hesitated. Now the submarine was returning, and it would not take long to arrive in Alaska. He relaxed his whole body and mind.

The pleasant "Kang Maobei's nose choked to death" came from the earplugs, and Martin couldn't help but put his hand on his crotch. There was no way, the long ocean trip was too boring. For Martin, who was in his prime, if he didn't return earlier, he would die in his own hands sooner or later...

Because he was so focused, Martin didn't react suddenly until a man appeared at his desk and even tapped the table with his fingers. The double anger of passion and privacy discovered made Martin angrily pull off his earplugs and stand up:

"Law……"

His neck was strangled by a strong hand, and his curses seemed to be a rope cut by a "click" of a scissor. Martin looked at the man in front of him in shock and fear: I bought tears, why is this happening...

"Tell me," Bellon said to him in a standard San Francisco accent: "Who told you to come, what are you here?"

As he said that, Bellon let go of his hand, Martin was finally able to breathe fresh air again, but he had no intention of resisting.

He watched the battle between Beilong and the mutant killer whale and even secretly participated in the battle. He knew what kind of strength Beilong had, so Martin honestly explained everything he knew: "It's General Thomas, he is the commander of our Marine Corps, and he sent us...

"Our mission is to drive away the mutant killer whales to attack the contestants of other countries on the ashore, and wait for an opportunity to capture the bloodline heirs. After you arrested General Thomas ordered me to take you back immediately, probably to whom I would give to research. I don't know the more advanced secrets..."

"Very good," Beilong nodded: "Now you can take out all the delicious and delicious things you have hidden."

Martin was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Beilong tidied up his collar with a smile and pushed him down on the swivel chair: "Go to the United States with you."

"Ah?" Martin was shocked. Even if Beilong asked him to turn around and drive to Russia immediately, he would feel that it was normal. But Beilong actually asked him to drive to the United States. What exactly is this Chinese doing?

...

In fact, it is really close to Russia to the United States. Even Cape Derzhnioff, the easternmost part of Russia, and Cape Prince of Wales, the westernmost part of the United States, are only separated by a Bering Strait, and are only 82 kilometers apart.

But even if it was only such a short distance, General Thomas had sent a company of Marines to wait at the secret port, and after receiving Belong, he would immediately transport it to the California scientific research base.

"It's just to receive a secret prisoner." A black platoon leader rolled his eyes and teased the Marine Corps Company Commander Brady, who was so anxious that he smoked one by one: "Relax, guy!"

Although he was just a platoon leader, he was a veteran and even joined the army for more than the company commander Brady.

"Black Hand, you don't understand." Brady shook his head with a frown. "Black Hand" is not discrimination against black platoon leaders. The meaning of the nickname is that black platoon leaders are particularly bad at attacking the enemy, but their company likes black platoons from top to bottom. As a Marine platoon leader, black rap is very high: "That secret prisoner is very dangerous, we must keep ourselves on alert."

"Everyone of us is very dangerous!" Hei Shu shrugged, and looked around and winked at the brothers. The brothers all responded with laughter: "That's right! We are all dangerous people!"

Brady shook his head slightly and was too lazy to respond to anything. How could General Thomas pay great attention to it?

Under the night, a submarine slowly emerged from the sea water, like a whale shrouded in darkness.

Brady's eyes lit up and he gestured to the black hands and the others: "Stop messing around, guys, get ready to work!"

"Okay guy!" The black hand gestured a thumb and whispered: "I want to see how dangerous he is!"

The captain of the submarine opened, and the first person to walk out was Lieutenant Colonel Martin, who had already gained weight.

Brady gave Martin a casual military salute and asked directly without hesitation: "Where is the person?"

Martin looked at Brady with a bitter smile. A white and powerful hand grabbed Martin's back neck, lifting him aside like a little chicken, and then a Chinese boy standing behind him appeared. The Chinese boy was carelessly pinching Martin's neck with one hand, lazily holding a cigarette in his mouth. The moon smiled and looked at Brady with bright eyes under the moonlight:

"Are you looking for me?"

Fake! Brady couldn't help but change his face, and he picked up the m16 assault rifle in his hand without thinking.
Chapter completed!