This kind of seed absorbs wood-type energy in the Tai Chi disc, and Wang Dong could also feel that it was growing little by little, so he finally felt relieved. This Tai Chi disc should be treated as a flowerpot for seeds. It is more practical than before, which can only be regarded as a tattoo, and then attracts some messy things at any time, right?

After one thing happened, Wang Dong was about to drive back to Yuehe, but he heard a sound. Looking in the sound, a figure staggered over. When he saw Wang Dong's car at the intersection, he was stunned. His face suddenly showed a bit of sadness. Then he raised the gun in his hand and shouted: "Damn, I'll fight with you, the group of Burmese shops!"

Wang Dong was shocked. Is it good that my brother is a purebred Chinese son and daughter? Why did he become a Burmese shop?

However, looking at the expression on this guy's face, I knew it was impossible to explain for the time being. I quickly made a few dodging moves, and only a few bangs of gunshots were heard. Wang Dong avoided the opponent's attack. Wang Dong also made a very handsome look and stood there to show off his coolness.

But the next second, Wang Dong felt something was wrong. What was the hissing sound? Turning his head and looking, he saw that the wheels were blown out, and he kept leaking air. Wang Dong was helpless. Brother is really an innocent passerby. Is it good?

The guy who did something bad was named Zhu Xuhui. He threw his gun to the ground. He was already a little desperate. He thought that after breaking through the siege, he would have escaped to someone's place with serious injuries, but he didn't expect that as soon as he found the way, someone was waiting for him, and he shot out all the few bullets, but he didn't even wipe the edge?

Zhu Xuhui believed in his marksmanship very much, and the three shots just now had all used their peak strength, so he would never fail. However, he also heard that there is a kind of person in this world who is ten times stronger than ordinary people and can easily defeat well-trained special forces soldiers. It seems that this guy must be such a person...

Zhu Xuhui sat on the floor, panting and sighed: "I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of Myanmar. I would have known that I would have left it for myself..."

Wang Dong was speechless. What kind of deep hatred does this guy have with the Myanmaranzi? He would rather commit suicide than fall into their hands. But how could he look like the Myanmaranzi?

Wang Dong's eyes fell on the car with a tire blown out again, and he suddenly realized that, "Ah, weren't the mercenaries at that time the Burmese shops? It turned out that this car caused the trouble."

Although he shot himself, Wang Dong admired him because of his last words, so he smiled and said, "Where are you brothers? I am a pure Chinese citizen. This car was brought by me after killing a few mercenaries."

"What!"

Zhu Xuhui stood up all of a sudden. The action was too strong. He accidentally involved the wound and suddenly wrinkled his face and couldn't help but gasp.

Wang Dong walked to him with a smile. When he saw this, he realized that Zhu Xuhui's clothes were shattered and were covered in black in many places. It was probably because the blood had crumbled for too long. There were six or seven gunshot wounds, one of which was drooping, and it seemed that it was broken...

"Brother, I'm very injured, and I can still fight so accurately, and perform the mission?"

Zhu Xuhui immediately realized that the other party had known his identity, but this was necessary to keep it a secret, so he could only remain silent. Looking at Wang Dong's correct Chinese language, he was not wearing the camouflage uniforms of Burmese shops. It seemed that he was really a Chinese master...

"My name is Zhu Xuhui, and there are more than a dozen mercenaries chasing me behind me. For the sake of the same country, can you give me a gun?"

Zhu Xuhui originally wanted Wang Dong to help, but he just shot him and exploded his car. He would not beat him up. He still wanted to help? So Zhu Xuhui then settled down and asked Wang Dong to shoot him. He was not afraid of death, but this mission was related to the safety of the country...

"Old Zhu, you look like you, let alone there are pursuers behind you, even if you don't have one, you will probably lose your skin when you enter Yuehe..." Wang Dong looked at Zhu Xuhui, and the light flashing in his eyes made Zhu Xuhui feel frightened.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Dong clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I happen to be very idle. You hire me. I am a super security guard. If you give me money and I will do my business, how about it?"

Zhu Xuhui searched for a long time with a wry smile, then took out a coin with a simple appearance and said, "This is the only one..."

Wang Dong took it and put it in his pocket. It seemed that this guy was a little self-aware. His outfit was not much better than a beggar. It was probably not valuable. So he said again: "Then have you introduced me for your sister who is out of the woods or something..."

Zhu Xuhui: “…”

Wang Dong laughed dryly, then suddenly slapped Zhu Xuhui's body, and several demonic energy injected into his body. One of them was used to nourish his body, and the other few small ones ran towards the place where the bullets were. Zhu Xuhui could only hear a secret hum, and the bullets were all forced out by the demonic energy in an instant.

In fact, Wang Dong had wanted to help him a long time ago. Zhu Xuhui had a soldier spirit, firm, persistent and faithful. After Wang Dong used words to divert his attention, he used demonic energy to force out all the bullets. This pain would probably make ordinary people faint, but he just snorted secretly. It seemed that his usual training was still very good.

Throwing him a dagger, Wang Dong smiled and said, "I don't have a gun, I only have a dagger. You should use it very well. Bye bye, don't let me go."

Zhu Xuhui only felt a warm current flowing into his body. The wound that had tortured him for several days stopped hurting at all, but the bullets were actually bounced out, one of which was bounced on the body of the car, making a bang. The man actually slapped himself and got all the bullets out?

By the way, healed himself?

Zhu Xuhui was about to speak, but saw that there were already branches swaying not far away, and noisy footsteps came. He immediately said softly, "Take care," and then flashed straight away.

He originally wanted Wang Dong to be careful, but when he thought of Wang Dong's skills, wouldn't these people come to deliver vegetables? Moreover, Zhu Xuhui also looked forward to Wang Dong being able to deal with those damn mercenaries!

A buzzing sound came, and more than a dozen men with live ammunition rushed out. The man in the lead had a pair of gloomy eyes. Seeing Wang Dong sitting in the jeep with a leisurely look on his face, he immediately said a few words to Wang Dong.

Wang Dong took out his ears and whispered: "What kind of thing, I can't even speak Chinese, and I dare to come out and hang out."

When he heard the Chinese language coming from Wang Dong's mouth, the leading man's expression condensed. He originally thought that this man was from Burmainian, and he asked him if he had seen a seriously injured Chinese pass by. He didn't expect that he was actually a Chinese!

He took the lead in raising the pistol in his hand, and his subordinates also raised weapons such as AK. With the order of the man in charge, the bullet poured out like a rain curtain.

Wang Dong shook his head speechlessly. As the protagonist, even if he leaned silently on the car, he was still as eye-catching as a scarab in the field and a fireflies in the night. These people must be jealous of him naked!

Looking at the venting barrage, Wang Dong sneered. Although his wood energy was gone, whether it was speed or strength, it was five stars. Can these bullets hit him?

Wang Dong's body flashed slightly, bringing up a series of afterimages, quickly interspersed among the group of Burmese shops. He just slapped or kicked him as soon as he got closer. Not long after, the only person in the dozen people was left, the leader was pinched by Wang Dong's throat.

"Don't kill me."

Unexpectedly, this leader would still speak Chinese language. Wang Dong sneered: "Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I can give you a lot of money." The man took out a stack of colorful banknotes and handed them all to Wang Dong, then looked at Wang Dong with a eager look.

Wang Dong smiled slightly, suddenly pinched his hands hard, and only a click sound was heard, Wang Dong's voice slowly came: "I'm sorry, I only recognize the Chinese currency..."
Chapter completed!