Chapter 349 Is It Better to Sing the Oboe

Looking at Chuhe's leaving back, Ilikovic felt speechless for a while.

After the other party walked away, he lowered his head and glanced at the cat-eared man lying on the ground, looking extremely miserable, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

"Damn Falk! That Dongfang boy is young and always looks smiling. I didn't expect him to be so ruthless with his hands."

Ilikovic saw all of Chuhe's previous moves.

The opponent's attack on the enemy was black, and even an old mercenary like him felt a little bit inferior.

The man with cat ears lying on the ground should be completely useless.

Chuhe's actions just now not only broke the cat-eared man's limbs, but the last slap directly broke the latter's spine.

Regardless of how strong the cat-eared man's physique is, and no matter how powerful his strength is, even if this guy is lucky enough to survive this time, he can only spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed.

In short, it's just a batch of misery.

If it were him, instead of just living the rest of his life like this, it would be better to die directly, at least it would be simpler.

Since it's already like this

Thinking of this, Ilikovic possessed himself and lifted the cat-eared man up.

Immediately afterwards, he walked towards the bushes beside him, muttering to himself:

"Forget it, I hope you can cooperate more in the future. If you can do this, then I will help you and send you on your way."

Leaving aside how Ilikovic interrogated the cat-eared man, let's talk about the situation on the Chu River first.

After coming out from behind the green belt.

The eyes of the protagonist group all fell on him.

"Shua!"

Before the temporary commander Outlander could speak, Brother Smith and Todd, who lived in the rear, raised their assault rifles in unison.

And quickly opened the safety device on the gun body.

For this move of his subordinates, the temporary commander Outlander just frowned slightly, but he didn't stop him, obviously acquiescing to the other party's actions.

Seeing this scene, the expression on Chuhe's face remained unchanged, and at the same time he did not stop.

However, he was quite upset in his heart.

When he was nearly 10 meters away from Fran Madison, he stopped slowly, and then took off the goggles on his face.

"I said, this is how you said you wanted to talk?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the few people holding their guns.

Immediately afterwards, a look of disdain appeared on his face.

"Really, this barbarian is a barbarian. What I just said on the front foot, the back foot can swallow it back by itself. It's really shameless!"

In the next few sentences, Chuhe used all the native language of the Xia clan, and he only muttered in a low voice, but did not say it out loud.

However, to his surprise, after his words fell, Fran Madison, who was more than 10 away from him, frowned.

It's not without reason that I feel surprised.

As far as Chuhe knew, Fran Madison's identity was an intelligence officer in the foreign intelligence department of Yingjiang's family, and Qi was in charge of intelligence compilation.

With such an identity, it is not surprising that the other party can understand the language of the Xia Clan.

But the problem is, the distance between him and the opponent is now 10 meters.

Follow normal conditions.

The other party shouldn't and it is impossible to hear his whisper just now, but judging from the other party's reaction at this time, it is obviously not the case.

As the saying goes: If something goes wrong, it must be a demon.

The scene in front of him can only prove one thing, and that is: the actual identity of the other party is definitely not as simple as it appears.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help thinking in his heart: "This is interesting. It seems that even if you have watched the movie "The Nether" beforehand, knowing part of the plot in advance is not a panacea!"

"Fuck! How could it be an oriental? Shit, I hate orientals the most in my life. None of these squinting eyes are good things."

Just when Chuhe was thinking about these things.

Standing behind Outlander, the temporary commander of the protagonist regiment, Todd, the tuberculous man holding an assault rifle in his hand, suddenly couldn't help muttering a few words in a low voice.

Well.

Well, it's a whisper, but this guy's voice is not low at all.

Not to mention that Chuhe is a warrior-level beast master, even if he is just an ordinary person, he can still hear the other party's so-called muttering from this distance.

Squinting? None of the Orientals is a good thing?

The next moment, Chuhe suddenly raised his head and looked at the other party fiercely.

This talkative ghost really deserves to be a hated character.

Among the white skins in the West, there is a common habit of racial discrimination.

In their eyes, apart from their so-called Transcaucasian race, other races such as Mongolian race and Black Continental race are just inferior people.

In the past, this phenomenon was very common.

However, with the development of the times, the country where these white skins are located, some white leftist ideas have become prevalent, and everyone is equal, so the situation has become slightly better.

However, this is only a superficial phenomenon.

The reality is that certain concepts have already been engraved in the bones of these white skins, and some things are not said on the surface, but they still think so in their hearts.

Chuhe doesn't really care much about this kind of thing.

This doesn't mean that he agrees with the other party's point of view, but that he doesn't want to argue with these uncivilized barbarians at all.

Because it doesn't make any sense at all.

What other people think, he can neither interfere nor stop.

What's more, a person with a strong heart like him has long regarded himself as the best human being in the world.

But again, if you don't care about it, you won't care about it, but he will never allow anyone to say such a thing in front of him.

It is also for this reason that when the talkative Todd said these inexplicable words without hesitation, he had already sentenced the other party to death in his heart.

And it's the one that executes immediately.

"What are you looking at, tell me, who are you and why are you here?"

Facing Chuhe's eyes, the chatterbox ghost seemed indifferent, and saw him shake the assault rifle in his hand, and then said directly.

"Todd, shut up, you don't have a place to speak here!"

Hearing this, Fran Madison, who was closest to the Chu River, finally couldn't help it anymore. She turned around and gave him a hard look, and a stern look flashed in her eyes.

"hehe!"

At this moment, Chuhe suddenly laughed.

Get off your horse? collaborate with each other?

Forget it, never mind, since someone dares to say such a thing, they must bear the corresponding price.

The next moment, a fire dragon descended from the sky and directly hit Todd, the talkative ghost.