Gao Yang smiled bitterly and said in a deep voice to Nate: "Have you heard of the black devil?"

Nate thought for a moment and whispered: "There is only one Black Devil, the KGB Special Operations Team, I do not admit any other so-called Black Devil except them!"

Gao Yang nodded and whispered: "It's that black devil. The black devil and Satan work together to kill the Butter Knife. Oh, the Butter Knife is their code name, the code name within the KGB. ︽,"

Gao Yang pointed to the corpse, and Neit said in surprise: "Black Devil, are you joining forces with the Black Devil?"

Gao Yang nodded and whispered: "Yes, the twelve black devils were wiped out, eight were killed in battle and four were seriously injured."

Neit gasped and said with surprise: "This is impossible. The Black Devil's people are at least over 60 years old. Can they still fight? And they are fighting against troops like Butter Knife?"

Gao Yang nodded and said, "Yes, the Black Devil has withstood the front, and we have resisted the other side, but I think the Black Devil has taken more pressure. It can be said that if the Black Devil had not resisted the Butter Knife head-on, Satan's people would die at least half of them, because then the Butter Knife would have a chance to re-shot. The exchange ratio between us and the Black Devil and the enemy is basically one to one, but I can say responsibly that the Black Devil is stronger, stronger than us, and stronger than the Butter Knife!"

Nate said in a daze: "It's hard to believe that they are all old men. Will they use modern equipment? How can they compete with the strongest power in the United States? How can it be?"

Gao Yang sighed, "Yes, they don't use night vision instruments or bulletproof vests. But they defeated the butter knife. So, you don't have to be awe-inspiring Satan, you should respect the black devil."

Neit shook his head, glanced Gao Yang, then shook his head again, and pointed at Gao Yang and said, "Now you are the first one."

Gao Yang whispered: "What does it mean?"

Nate smiled and said proudly: "In this world, how many mercenary groups do you think can wipe out the Butter Knife's troops?"

Gao Yang thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No. No, including you."

Nate sighed, "Yes, really not, but you did it. A group of outdated old men and a group of miscellaneous mercenaries wiped out the American butter knife. General, you have to understand that even if you kill half of the butter knife, you have accomplished an amazing feat."

The Ripper walked to the table, put the coffee maker on the table, took out two cups and a small plate from the box, and then started to put sugar into the plate. After putting fifteen pieces of sugar cubes with small tweezers, he pushed the plate and whispered: "Lieutenant Colonel."

"Um?"

"They are all dead!"

"Yes."

After a moment of silence, the Ripper whispered: "It's okay, General, Lieutenant Colonel, please have coffee."

After the Ripper finished speaking, he walked aside and stared at the body of the Butter Knife quietly in a daze. He could tell at a glance that this was a person who had a grudge against the Butter Knife.

Nate smiled and reached out to Gao Yang to make a request gesture.

Gao Yang put a piece of candy, then watched Nait put all the remaining dozen candy into the cup until the coffee overflowed from the cup.

Although he knew about Nate's fault, Gao Yang couldn't help but say, "Can you still drink it? Can it be melted? This cannot be so sweet that it is so greasy."

Nate just smiled, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and whispered: "A team like the butter knife actually fights the national strength of the United States. If you can win and survive, this is a miracle in itself."

Gao Yang said helplessly: "I have said it many times. The black devil is the key to this battle."

Nate shook his head and said, "No, it's all the key. I'm not a mercenary group that likes to compliment others. It turns out that there was one, now there are two, one aurora and the other is Satan."

Nate just stretched out three fingers on his own, and then smiled and said, "There are many excellent mercenary groups, but there are very few mercenary groups that can become legends. Very few. The Iron Virgin Mary was once a legend, but the Iron Virgin Mary has fallen, the angels have become legends, and they have retired, so they will be the eternal legend, the last one..."

Gao Yang said curiously: "Ange?"

Nate shook his head with a dull face and said helplessly: "No, it's you, Satan has become a legend, angels are not, angels are an extremely excellent mercenary group, but angels are not a legendary mercenary group. Whether they can become a legend has nothing to do with strength, no, it has to do with strength, but strength is not the most important key."

Gao Yang pointed to Neit and said, "Hey! What conspiracy do you have? You are not the kind of person who can praise me hard. What conspiracy do you have? Do you want to make me proud? You want to praise me!"

Gao Yang was half-joking and half-serious. Nate praised Satan so high, which made him feel frightened.

Nait said slowly: "I founded the Angel Mercenary Group. I dreamed of making the Angel a legend, but unfortunately, I have not done it yet. There is a necessary condition to become a legend, that is, to do what others cannot do and complete tasks that others cannot complete. Now you have done it, I have not."

Nether picked up the coffee cup and drank it all in one go, like drinking a glass of wine, although the coffee was still very hot.

Nether picked up the coffee pot, poured the coffee into the cup again, and then stirred the sugar cube that had not yet been completely dissolved with a spoon, and whispered: "You have killed the butter knife, you are legendary, and no other mercenary group can accomplish this. I said to start respecting you and Satan, not just talk casually, because I have fought with the butter knife, and I know their power, and can achieve a one-to-one exchange ratio. This is a miracle. After killing the entire butter knife, I am convinced and have nothing to say."

After stirring the coffee, Nether picked up the cup again and stared at Gao Yang and said, "Do you know? I am not afraid of death. I can calmly welcome death at any time, but I cannot become the God of Guns, and you are, and I cannot let the angels wipe out the butter knife, but you did it, so you and Satan have become legends, but the angels and I have no hope of becoming legends."

Everyone has their own ambitions. Gao Yang only wants to die in his bed in the future, but Neit wants to do a grand event, not afraid of death, but fear that death is not brilliant enough.

"The death I imagined is very gorgeous and brilliant, like fireworks, like meteors. Life can be short, but it must not be dull."
Chapter completed!