A huge explosion came from the direction of Motuo Valley, which made movements within dozens of kilometers.

Lewis, who was about to do something on the way to attract the attention of the Bureau of Investigation, extinguished the lit fire-blowing bottle in front of an energy library and threw it into the sand. He looked at the firelight in the distant valley from a distance. After a moment of stunnedness, he finally laughed out loud, admitting that his small-scale quarrel was as if it was too much to be on the table compared to the movements there.

And facing the energy jar in front of him, the simple combustion bottle he made before was so cold.

It's like a guitarist who can use some single-beat songs and barely out of tune in a subway. Facing the melodious music and shocking singing of a real professional master, he had to silently put his piano into the piano box and seal it up. He didn't dare to play the picture and really couldn't afford to lose that person.

He kicked several burning bottles in his hand far away. Lewis felt that life was so lonely and bloody.

In the imperial army, he had seen strong men, powerful soldiers, and generals who never gave up at the last moment. But today, in this situation, people who were too busy to take care of themselves and were still seeking counterattacks, and those who were so fierce in counterattacks were really rare, even among those bloody soldiers.

He paused for a moment after sighing that the young man was terrified, and hummed another song to continue on the road.

That was a battle song.

"The passing years urge water, my life is not falling flowers

Wine is in the cup, throwing plows and hoes for guardians, and making armor for rainbows

Destiny cannot be determined by heaven, what are the concerns?

Fighting is endless, what are you afraid of

I walk on the road to the end of the world, and destiny comes to trample on the

Don't make the sand floating in the wind, don't make the grasshopper on the autumn leaves, don't sit and wait for the ice and snow to melt

Life is not determined by heaven, freedom is priceless

The battle is endless, let me set off..."

The singing accompanied his whimpering figure as he drifted away and the firelight from the mountain passes in the distance, whimpering among the yellow sand of the hills.

“…Fate cannot be determined by heaven, freedom is priceless…”

"The battle is not over, let me set off..."

"The Lord, the attack on the Motuo Valley, located 90 kilometers from the Kuangtou Valley... is certain."

In the light curtain, facing the Panama where he was talking tremblingly, the Speaker of Star District Ganeshson's expression was extremely calm, but his face was covered in black air, which made him look weird, "One person, one armor, the defense power of Motuogu is messy? In the scene, I only saw him alone."

Panama was on the other end and lowered his head heavily, "It's true that he underestimated this kid... I didn't expect that he could grab the mecha. In the mecha, the tactics are so clever. I'm afraid that we have to send out the "Eight Heavenly Kings" under our seats to intercept him steadily."

"Then call eight of them to join your pursuit team. They are best at chasing... We should have done this long ago. Before, we underestimated the vitality of Lin Hai, a small bastard." Ganarson's face froze, "Compared with this, what makes me feel that the problem is how he knows that Motuogu is the industry at hand... Haha, it makes me sweat. Zhao Jing, I'm afraid that the loser will not end well. My life is not allowed to fail. Zhao Jing is such a living example. If you cannot capture alive, you should give priority to killing this little bastard. At the same time, tell Kegumo that he will step up the search for Radil and others. I want to return our batch of tobacco. That batch of tobacco is related to the foundation for us to open joints at the top of the empire in the next ten years. It is our wealth and equipment and material guarantee for the House of Commons."

"I understand that the Motuo Valley has caused riots. People from the Planet Security Bureau are afraid that they will arrive afterwards."

Ganarson looked calm, and a cold chill appeared in his lips. "That place has been exposed, it's time to clean it. What we did in the past, today, do it."

Countless people wearing black combat suits descended from several rotorcraft with red vortexes and came to the terrifying drug manufacturing factory in Motuo Valley.

At first, the factory staff who came to pick them up were rushed up in horror, as if seeking shelter. I wonder where the terrible mecha that was hidden in the darkness was now, and whether it was staring at them like a demon. The people above them finally arrived and could finally capture hope from despair.

But what was waiting for was the man in black armor and black helmet pulling out the pistol from his waist, pressing against the forehead of the deputy leader of the factory, and lifting the skull with one shot.

When the pale brain flowers, broken bones, and broken nerve endings pounced on the faces of the people behind them, they finally realized something, and the people who were shaking and even shaking out the urine in their bladder had not yet reacted from the great fear of realizing it. The man in black who had descended from the rotorcraft had already come forward and pulled their heads. Then many people felt that their heads were twisted aside by force, and then the heavy meat-cutting and cold stinging came from their necks. They were cut and roared, covering the spurted blood column and falling down with incredible and huge fear.

Then there was the group of men in black who carried out cleanings for all the remaining people in the factory.

Screams, crying, begging for mercy, and then all came down to silence in the sound of gunfire and the strange-shaped cuts of daggers.

People fled, but were eventually caught...cleaned.

Even a fourteen-year-old drug-making boy hiding in the corner of the stairs was shot to death after the man in black passed by. But his body was still twitching. This twitching made the man in black frown and shot more than a dozen times at his body. He was still spasming and fired a few more shots. Until the skin was incomplete, the man in black surrounded and grabbed the next place.

Maybe it was just a few minutes, or maybe it was as long as a century. The sound of gunfire stopped, and the men in black were like they were coming in full force, silently riding the black ghost rotorcraft quickly left without a sound.

In the pile of corpses, someone pulled open the people above, crawled out, turned around, saw the corpses all over the ground, saw the head of the boy, and thought of the youngest boy in the factory, who went astray, smoked, talked and played cards like a sophisticated adult, and quietly sent some money earned here to his parents in the nearby town every month. But now, he is dead.

He seemed to be able to hear the song that the boy sang on the roof of the factory when he was resting yesterday echoed in his ears, "I think of a summer again, the lively coastline, the boy in my memory, the proud declaration, and stretch out his hands to embrace the whole world..."

The boy fled the house after being beaten because of his poor academic performance and his parents' irritable temper. He told him that his parents wanted him to study hard and to enter a good college in the star area and become a lawyer. Lawyers can change the fate of the family and make a lot of money. In fact, he just wants to become a programmer, write his own software and games. He even dreamed of entering Qingyuan College and becoming a existence like the people in the star area who look up to the pride of heaven. That would definitely make his parents have a much higher status in that old community, and make many people compliment their parents and make them smile all the time.

But in the end, because he was unable to improve his grades, he was quarreled day after year by his parents at home, and vented his anger on himself and fled the community school that was despised because of his poor grades.

He came here to make drugs and sell drugs, and later he brought people to teach a lesson to the gangster who had bullied him in a community school. He was fourteen years old, but he was like a mature man in his twenties.

His dream is to become a game design programmer, design his own games, and make many people proud of him.

But at this moment, the boy only had his head left, lying on the ground, his neck was cut off by two bullets, his eyes were open, as if he was separated from his body, and his sky was as pure as a blue sky, and his mouth was still open, as if he was still singing that song.

"Can the boy in memory, the proud declaration, stretch out his hands and embrace the whole world..."

He had another identity when he crawled out of the pile of corpses. His eyes were red, and he trembled and took out the private phone from his pocket, dialed the number on the other end, and after hearing the silence on the other end, he said in pain, "Sir Earl... they started the cleaning... started the cleaning."

His name is Zhang Zixian, and he is the security consultant of the Earl of the Riverside Star. He is Lin Wei's trump card and Lin Wei's trump card to point Ganasan. He can naturally be able to defeat people who are so scheming and have extremely powerful forces in the star area.

Zhang Zixian is the dark chess that Lin Wei, as his confidant, eroded towards Ganasan's power. After going through hardships, he realized that this industry is just one of the countless black industries that Ganasan and his group are among the galaxy.

They can clean them at any time, just like before their eyes, and clean them all up.

The only thing left to the police station is the scene where there is no living person.

They have done this skillfully many times.

The huge and irresistible darkness and despair, the corpses all over the ground, the shock and oppression of the soul, made the security consultant Zhang Zixian buried his head. He once thought that he could become the hero who defeated Ganarson, and in his life, he could have been proud to future generations because he did such a thing without regrets.

But now, he understood that the other party's cruelty was far from what a hero like him who had the so-called righteous belief could look at him.

The world is in front of him, and it is cruel to peel off the original, smelly, disaster, and despairing side.

He wanted to vomit, but he vomited desperately, spitting out everything in his stomach catalyzed by fear.

He found himself mentally collapsed.

But at the last moment of his collapse, he seemed to remember the iron armor that rushed into the factory and the declaration of the iron armor master.

"I am Lin Hai. Please wash your necks and wait for me to cut off the sinful head on top of your head."
Chapter completed!