Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 505 The Proud King of Fighters

This time he came to Handler Forest to fight, and the King of Fighters was very unhappy.

Among the three major mercenary groups invited by the 'organiser', the White Shark mercenaries are not the largest in number (only 18), but they are the best equipped and the most powerful.

When he received the invitation from the organizer, the King of Fighters was very dissatisfied with the fact that the organizer had also invited two other garbage mercenary groups (in his eyes, the other two mercenary groups were garbage) while inviting them. It's a disgrace that those people are out on missions together.

It has to be said that people in that country, except for the congenital shortness of men, have a strong sense of superiority in any other field.

However, the boss of the White Shark Mercenary Group is Smith.

Compared with the King of Fighters, Smith, the Scot, has a far-reaching strategic vision: the organizer offers such a high price, and it is absolutely bullying, extremely low-risk and profitable business. Only a fool would not accept it. Woolen cloth.

He doesn't care if the White Shark Corps can perform well in this mission, for example, being called the "Optimizing Jade Pillar" by the organizer.

He only cares about whether the money is enough, the less dangerous, the better, it is best to come as a spectator, and it is best to stand aside and slap your hands.

After Smith led the team to Handler Forest, according to the organizer's request, he led his army into his position and waited for the fish to take the bait.

Before the battle started, Smith got the news: there were about 50 enemies, and according to the information provided by the organizer, they were probably China's elite agents.

When he first learned that the other party was a Chinese agent, Smith's blue eyes froze for a moment.

As the boss of the white shark mercenaries in Africa, Smith has certainly heard of the sharpness of the Chinese agents.

In fact, most of his subordinates also know this.

I didn't expect to be against the Huaxia agents——Smith frowned, faintly feeling that this business was not as simple as imagined.

However, when he saw thousands of fanatics, and the other two mercenaries who behaved calmly, this fear quickly disappeared: Even if the Huaxia agents are as good as the legend, so what?Don't forget that 50 of them are fighting thousands of people!
Sure enough, as Smith expected, after the battle started, even though the enemy made the fastest reaction immediately after being attacked and achieved certain results, those desperate fanatics were like moths. Like putting out a fire, one after another presses down on it.

Although there were at least seven or eight fanatics to fight off a Chinese agent, but half an hour after the battle started, Smith breathed a long sigh of relief: the battle was basically over.

According to the current fanatics' life-for-life style of play, unless those 50 Chinese agents are undead Transformers, or sooner or later they will run out.

An hour before the start of the battle, the White Shark Legion was like poisonous snakes hidden in the grass, coiling there quietly, waiting for the best time to strike.

Undoubtedly, Smith's tactic was correct, avoiding insignificant casualties among his subordinates.

Only the King of Fighters and a few others were full of complaints, complaining that they couldn't go into battle and have a good time.

Just like the islanders who are the special enemies of the Chinese people, the peace-loving island people also hope to deal a fatal blow to the Chinese people at the right moment.

Smith smiled and said: "My dear friend, please keep your patience and recharge your batteries. Because it won't be long before you will have a chance to show your strength."

Sure enough, more than half an hour later, Bie surrounded the enemies within half a square kilometer and was forced to start a scuffle.

So, the White Shark Legion, and the other two legions, moved.

On the one hand, it was the Chinese agents who fought hard for more than an hour and paid a small price when they broke through the encirclement.

On the other hand, there are hundreds of professional mercenaries recharging their energy. As soon as the melee started, the situation on the battlefield entered an almost one-sided state. Within a few minutes, there were seven or eight Chinese agents lying in wait. dead body on the spot.

There were already a large number of fanatics, but after the addition of well-equipped professional mercenaries, they became even crazier, amicable, yelling, almost a dozen people besieged and killed an enemy.

Such a result is predictable.

"A group of dementia!"

The King of Fighters, who especially likes close combat during battles, saw five or six fanatics surround a Chinese agent, chop off the enemy's head, dissect his stomach, dance cheerfully in a circle holding hands, and cursed in a low voice. said a word.

But then, his eyes froze, and he flew into the bushes, raised his hand and grabbed a seriously injured Huaxia agent, and with a strange cry, he slammed his fist hard on his face!
Bang - the sturdy head of a human being was blown away by the King of Fighters!
Thousands of peach blossoms bloom tragically.

Holding up the enemy's corpse with one hand, like a human bear, the King of Fighters roared to the sky: "Ah!!"

The roar of the King of Fighters attracted the attention of others.

Those fanatics dancing around the corpse were all dumbfounded after seeing this scene.

And the two Huaxia agents who were desperately trying to break out of the encirclement saw their companions die so tragically, their eyes were tearing apart, and they rushed towards this side with roars—but they were surrounded by more fanatics and quickly disappeared. In the sea of ​​people.

"A group of sick men!"

The King of Fighters sneered, and with a flick of his right hand, he threw the 70-kilogram corpse onto a nearby tree, and then fell to the ground.

The King of Fighters, who was splashed with blood all over his body, felt that he was the God of War on the entire battlefield at this time, invincible!
It's a pity that there are too few enemies - it is impossible for him to kill to the fullest, so he can only slap his chest with his hands and express his dissatisfaction by screaming up to the sky.

boom!
Just when the King of Fighters gorilla was beating his heart and screaming like that, he felt a strong wind blowing from the back of his head, subconsciously bent down, and stomped his foot hard on his shoulder, causing him to stagger and rush out several times. meters away.

Turning around suddenly, the King of Fighters opened his eyes angrily, and saw a burly Asian man.

This man has a face as resolute as a knife and an axe. He is half a head taller than him, like a god descending from the earth.

But he was covered in blood, as if he had been scooped out of plasma, and there was a monstrous hatred in his eyes, but he maintained a terrifying calmness.

This must be the leader of the enemy!
The moment he saw this man, the King of Fighters immediately sensed his identity, and all the cells in his body became excited. He suddenly raised his hand to block the fanatics who were about to pounce on him, and shouted in a very proud voice: "His, it's mine!" drop!"

Most of the fanatics stopped obediently, but a few of them ignored the words of the King of Fighters: Squeeze, why is he yours?If you can capture this guy alive, it will be a great contribution!
A huge fanatic threw away the AK-47 rifle in his hand, drew out his short dagger, roared, and rushed to the man first!

"Your, dead, dead!"

Furious, the King of Fighters leaped forward, raised his hand and grabbed the fanatic's shoulder, and yanked towards his arms. His left hand became a claw—it actually forcibly inserted into his stomach, grabbing his liver. The kidney intestines were pulled out suddenly!
The huge fanatic screamed and died instantly.

"Who else dares to come up!?"

The King of Fighters laid the corpse on the ground fiercely, and looked at the other fanatics with cold eyes.

Those fanatics who were not afraid of death when they surrounded and suppressed the Huaxia agents shuddered in unison, and retreated subconsciously: Although they were not afraid of death, they did not want to die under the hands of the King of Fighters.

The fanatics trembled like cats, which made the King of Fighters very happy. They snorted contemptuously, stretched out their right index fingers, and tickled the Huaxia man who seemed to be standing unsteadily, signaling him to come up!
Under the watchful eyes of many fanatics, the Huaxia man, who suffered at least seven or eight injuries and suffered severe blood loss, gritted his lower teeth fiercely, but raised his left little finger to hook the King of Fighters, and then slowly lowered it.

Insult, this is an insult to the King of Fighters, Chi Guoguo. He has been injured like this, and he dares to make such an insult to a powerful enemy. If he is not torn into pieces, how can he be worthy of the famous name of the King of Fighters?
The King of Fighters was furious, and with a loud roar, he jumped into the air and smashed at the man like a bullfighting bull.

The King of Fighters wants to break off the enemy's little finger, pull out his disdainful eyes, tear his heart, liver and lungs apart, and make him a mutilated dead ghost!
When the King of Fighters smashed towards him like a bullfighting bullfight, the man who was injured in many places and was on the verge of falling when he stood there also let out a low growl and rushed towards the King of Fighters.

boom!
In the collision like sparks hitting the earth, many fanatics watching subconsciously backed away.

The King of Fighters also stepped back, three steps back.

The man took six or seven steps back, then opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A fool can also see that in this collision, the King of Fighters won, because the opponent took several steps back than him and vomited blood.

But the King of Fighters didn't feel the slightest joy, on the contrary, he became even more furious: the enemy was able to face him head-on even though he was injured in many places!

What does this prove?
It can only prove that if this Huaxia man hadn't suffered so many injuries, the King of Fighters would definitely not be an opponent.

Even, the moment the two collided fiercely, he could easily break the King of Fighters' neck!
The King of Fighters, who had always looked down on the world, suffered a serious injury to his self-esteem, causing his eyes to turn bloodshot, screaming strangely, and pounced on him again.

This time, he drew his usual samurai sword.

He wanted to chop this daring enemy into pieces.

Only in that way can the hatred in his heart be vented!
However, just as the King of Fighters was clutching his samurai sword in both hands and pounced on the enemy with overwhelming momentum, the Huaxia man turned around deftly and pounced directly into the bushes behind him.

"Coward, trash, Chinese pig, sick man of East Asia, come out and fight me if you have the ability, what are you running for!?"

The enemy's fleeing without a fight almost drove the King of Fighters mad, and he slashed at the bushes with his sharp katana.

But that man, like a bee flying into the garden, or a dragon swimming back to the sea, disappeared inexplicably after plunging into the bushes.

The King of Fighters was extremely angry. After searching a large area of ​​bushes, he cursed endlessly like an old woman who had been rounded by thirty black brothers all night, and finally vented his anger on the disabled man whose head had been smashed by his punch. On the corpse, the knife was chopped down one by one, until the corpse was chopped into meat paste, and he didn't stop.

From then on, the King of Fighters looked down on Huaxia people even more: If you can't fight and run away, what kind of one of the world's most elite agents?

It's just that he didn't seem to expect that the enemy was not only injured in many places, but he also showed his samurai sword - the Huaxia retreated, but they didn't want to sacrifice in vain.

"Sick man of East Asia, shameless Chinese!"

In the next few days, the King of Fighters never saw that man again, he could only use these two sentences all the time to vent his dissatisfaction, even during the night watch.

(End of this chapter)