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But the next moment his bullet was blocked by a layer of energy shield, and then an iron ring flew over and knocked Price out directly.

"It can be seen that you are a group of elite soldiers." Wenwu turned over and kicked the ghost that rushed towards him from behind with a dagger in his hand. "I will give you a chance to live. As long as you swear allegiance to me, wealth, beauty, power, you will have it all at your fingertips."

"What big talk are you making!" Falme, who also held a dagger, made a feint and waited for Wenwu to dodge sideways. The dagger, which was his killing move, turned into a silver line and slashed towards his throat.

"Not bad... but this seems to be a military fighting technique. Who did you learn it from?" He put his palm on Falme's arm, turned his palm and bit the tendon on his wrist, raised his hand and pulled it, then kicked Falme's ankle and he flew out and hit the wheel of a pickup truck. "I just can't learn it well. At most, I can only bully the elderly with weak blood and qi."

"Monster..." McTavish emptied his magazine, but the energy waves from Wenwu's armband blocked all of them. McTavish knew that the guy in front of him was not something their current equipment could handle, so he didn't even change the magazine, and directly pulled out his pistol to continue to contain Wenwu, and then summoned Lancer's subordinates with stronger firepower or Koko's subordinates to take action.

But the next moment, he was knocked out, and the flashing armband easily defeated his efforts. McTavish, whose internal organs were severely injured, spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and then with the dance of the armband, almost everyone here was defeated in an instant.

The 141st Special Service Team, which had been invincible in the camp, could hardly withstand a single move from Wenwu. After the bullets they fired were blocked by the energy released by the Ten Rings, they were left with only the option of engaging in close combat with Wenwu. However, it was obviously a foolish plan to fight with a fighting master who had lived for thousands of years.

However, at this moment, Wenwu suddenly jumped back, letting go of the wounded who could have been easily captured. The reason was nothing else but a golden umbrella that was thrown like a spear. As a warrior, Wenwu was very sensitive to this type of throwing weapon. He had not felt such a terrifying whistle for hundreds of years, just like an ancient crossbow.

No! Wenwu quickly adjusted his guess. The power was far greater than that of the spear. Before it even touched his ribs, the strong wind made his ribs feel a burning pain.

"It seems that I have underestimated you. There is such a skilled fighter among you. No wonder you have the courage to force your way in with such a small number of people." Wenwu retracted his momentum and retreated. The arm rings on his hands were activated to their maximum power. He looked at the woman in front of him with serious eyes.

Binjiang, wearing a short white cheongsam that showed off her beautiful figure, looked at the person in front of her with some interest, "Interesting! I thought I could finish you off with just one spear! Come on, let's fight, but the commander said he doesn't want to delay it too long, so you better be careful..."

"Hmph..." Wenwu was about to sneer and mock his opponent, but the smoke and dust that suddenly exploded due to Binjiang's kick on the ground made him retreat madly to the right rear. However, it was already a little too late. The strong fist wind collapsed on his waist, and he immediately let out a muffled groan "Woo..."

1-88 Leave No Trace 3/10

"Is this something a human can do?" Stark, who was standing aside, had a shocked expression on his face. The battle between Binjiang and Wenwu almost shattered his three views!

Binjiang and Wenwu are both masters at the pinnacle of fighting skills, and the power of their fists and feet is enough to cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split. It may not be possible to tear the sky apart with a punch, but it is almost no difficulty for Binjiang to shatter the earth with a kick. A flying kick can create a big crater like a cannonball falling to the ground.

The noise is no smaller than when the drones operated by the humanoids explode, and it’s even more exaggerated!

Well... it was mainly because Binjiang was exaggerating. The Thousand Chance Umbrella swept across and directly hit the truck loaded with more than ten tons of cargo like a bowling pin, and the terrorists in the camp shot at her to support Wenwu. She opened the Thousand Chance Umbrella and rushed forward, directly knocking away everything that blocked the road like a bulldozer passing through! She also grabbed a generator nearby and threw it out. This generator was like a shrapnel bomb, creating a bloody massacre in the camp.

Although Binjiang has not yet deployed its ship equipment to use artillery fire, its combat power is already so strong that it is almost unstoppable.

"Hurry up and get in the car!" Ghost carried McTavish, who was about to faint, Price was carried by another soldier from Task Force 141, Tojo and Rem carried Farme, and R and John's members of Team 141 were covering their rear. They kept shooting towards the rear, suppressing the terrorists who had the courage to approach them.

"Stark! Get in the car! Now is not the time to discuss science. Leave the battle to Lancer's men!" Seeing that Stark was absorbed in watching the battle between Binjiang and Wenwu, Ethan went up and grabbed Stark's arm, pulling him towards the three pickup trucks that John and his men had seized when Lancer ordered Binjiang to launch a raid.

"At this time, Marco, who had let go of his heart, showed for the first time the terrifying fighting power that he could unleash as a sandman in battle. In the eyes of the opponent who looked at him as if he were a ghost, he rushed to the opponent under the fire of two machine guns, knocked the opponent's machine gunner away with one punch, and then pulled out the general-purpose machine gun and just kept firing, suppressing the opponent's firepower by himself.

At the moment when John and his team seized the pickup trucks and SUVs, Marco didn't wait for John to call him. He dropped the general machine gun with an empty magazine, jumped onto a nearby pickup truck, turned the gun around and used a 12.7mm heavy machine gun to blow up all the remaining vehicles. As a former auto mechanic, he fired directly at the gas tanks, and the exploding fireball engulfed the cars and the terrorists next to them! Marco's ferocity even exceeded John and his team's expectations. John loudly praised Marco for his wanton venting of violence on the radio. Such teammates on the battlefield were really reassuring.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?!" Stark pointed to a place not far away and punched Wenwu's shield formed by his ten rings, almost sending Wenwu flying. But this was not the end. With Binjiang's long hair flying, he kicked Wenwu's shield with a fierce whip kick, which almost blew up the shield even though the 141 team's concentrated fire hadn't moved it!

"I saw it! Get in the car quickly! Staying here will only cause trouble for others!" Stark's actions and shouting had made the 141 Task Force and the M4 guarding the passage nearby look at him with dissatisfaction, but he was still staring at the battle between Binjiang and Wenwu without knowing anything.

"Hey!" SOPII directly pushed Stark into the truck bed without giving him any chance to talk nonsense. Then he and John beside him immediately hung up the fender of the pickup truck, signaling the wounded of Task Force 141 to sit in the front. Then he patted the fender, signaling John's team to drive!

The remaining people quickly boarded the other two vehicles, then stepped on the accelerator and began to evacuate. As for Binjiang, the commander said they didn't need to worry for the time being, and they could evacuate at any time if they wanted to go to Binjiang!

"Mother Fei, I found something very good for the commander. I just used one-third of my strength but failed to break the shield of this thing." Binjiang stood on the ground, looking down at Wenwu who was breathing heavily in front of him, and at the same time summoned Frederick the Great who was more powerful than himself without hesitation, "Lianjiazi... But it's not you who are strong, it's these iron rings. Without them, you are at most just stronger."

"For thousands of years, no one has been able to speak to me like this." Wenwu propped himself up and stood up, then once again assumed a fighting stance. His pride would not allow him to run away with his tail between his legs like a stray dog, so he stood up once more.

"Oh ~ Thousand Years? It seems that the function of the armband on your arm may not be as simple as the one we see, which is to release a wave and hold up a shield, right?" Binjiang's eyes began to gleam. Isn't this a coincidence? When he came here, he didn't bring anything for the commander. Everything is just right!

Binjiang grabbed his Thousand Chance Umbrella and thrust forward. Although the move was ruthless, Wenwu had already determined the direction of the thrust, so he dodged the moment Binjiang attacked. However, Wenwu's pupils shrank urgently, because a circle of sword blades suddenly popped out from the edge of the Thousand Chance Umbrella, and spun as Binjiang turned the umbrella handle.

As one of the few combat masters among the ship girls, the moment she fought with Wenwu, she fell in love with the armband on Wenwu's arm. This kind of offensive and defensive thing is a waste if you use it. My commander is suitable! Yes, Binjiang realized from the beginning that his armband could be used by Lanser, so he had been holding back from the beginning, otherwise Wenwu in front of him should have been beaten by her. Although she does not have the terrifying power of 165000 horsepower of Fei Ma, Harbin has 80000 horsepower at full power! At full power, one punch can smash an armored vehicle into a pancake.

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Wu looked at the dagger that was spinning towards him like a meat grinder. He had just dodged but now he had no room to dodge. Wenwu, who had just jumped, had already used up all his strength. How could he have the energy to dodge the attack? He could only cross his hands in front of his chest, trying to use the power of the arm ring to withstand it.

"Boom!" The Thousand Machine Umbrella was suddenly raised, and in Wenwu's horrified eyes, Binjiang with flying long hair had already pounced in front of him, and this time, Binjiang didn't hold back and punched him in the defenseless abdomen. The ground behind Wenwu who was knocked to the ground exploded. It was obviously the rock ground that exploded directly. Circles of spider-web-like cracks covered the ground, and a crater comparable to a direct hit by a 122 howitzer.

"Puff..." Blood mixed with broken organs spurted out. For the first time in thousands of years, Wenwu felt the threat of death! His lower half of the body could no longer feel anything. For a warrior, this was definitely the worst situation.

Wenwu could only desperately throw out the five armbands on one arm, trying to knock the woman away, and then get away as much as possible. As for revenge, he would talk about it after he escaped! In this situation, if he continued to fight with the woman in front of him... For the first time, he clearly realized that death was approaching!

"Are these the things?" But his calculations went completely off the rails, because another figure appeared in front of him and grabbed all five arm rings that he had thrown at Binjiang!

"!" Wenwu was shocked. He no longer had time to marvel at where this powerful man came from. The fear of having his armband taken away shocked his soul. He immediately activated the armband, trying to regain control!

But in front of the big battleship, his actions were meaningless. Fei Ma tightly grasped the five armbands in her hand. These things already belonged to her. She and Binjiang would give them to the commander later! With the shield, Lancer's safety would be greatly improved! So you still want to take it back? Dream on!

"Well... Stark and the others have gone far away. Can M4 cut off all nearby communication lines? By the way, check if there is something in the sky watching here." Fei Ma tapped the headset and quickly asked the retreating M4.

"Nothing was found, Frederick the Great." M4's voice soon came from the communication headset, along with his command, "How long can the SOPII full-screen interference last?"

"There will be absolutely no problems within 5 minutes." SOPII's cheerful voice came from the headset.

Frederick the Great nodded, "Commander, request permission! In 5 minutes, we may be able to return with quite a few toys from Stark Industries."

"Then do it more cleanly. Remember to bury the entire camp with a landslide at the end." Lanser naturally understood Fei Ma's idea in an instant. What should he do? Can he still refuse Fei Ma's idea! ? "

"5 minutes? That's enough!" Fei Ma and Binjiang nodded to each other, and they unfolded their ship equipment together. If Binjiang's mechanical structure ship equipment only stunned Wenwu for a moment, then the mechanical dragon ship equipment unfolded by Frederick the Great shocked Wenwu who was lying on the ground spitting blood!

Dragon! It has a special meaning in China. Wenwu Jingjing only took a glance and knew that these mechanical structures were giant metal dragons! Looking at the other party's huge body, Wenwu instantly felt that his mind was taken away. In fact, it was not just him. When the body of the mechanical dragon cast a huge shadow in this camp under the scorching sun, everyone was trembling.

"The commander said! Raze this place to the ground. No need to leave any traces!" Fei Ma's golden eyes glanced at the civil and military officials beside her, "Don't damage the bracelet. It's for the commander."

Hearing this, Wenwu turned around and wanted to activate the remaining bracelets to get him out of his current position, but he was still a step too late. A mechanical dragon grabbed his leg, and then shook his neck. Another mechanical dragon bit his upper body and pulled it to the sides! A section of his arm with the armband just fell in front of Fei Ma, and Fei Ma shrugged at Binjiang, "He's a bit naughty, I didn't teach him well."

"Let us first carry out the commander's orders."

"Yes! Leave no trace!"

1-89 Damascus Continental Hotel

The volcano! It's erupting!

In 5 minutes, thousands of shells (mostly small-caliber shells) were fired from the ships of Fei Ma and Bin Jiang. Countless spots of light swept across the camp. The entire camp was filled with flames and smoke from explosions. The layers of explosions continuously raised dust, forming a dust cloud over the area. Now, even satellites could not see what was happening below.

Countless explosions spread throughout the camp. The two ship girls did not hold back and fired wildly. In a blink of an eye, the well-defended camp, along with hundreds of soldiers inside, was blown to pieces! And because the density of firepower was too exaggerated, it even reached the point where a big pit was inside a small pit.

Binjiang had already packed up their things in advance, so they were unrestrained in their bombing. When the artillery fire came to a temporary end, the entire base had been completely blown out of shape. There was no need to ask strange questions like whether there were any survivors. Even a thin layer of loose soil had begun to appear on the ground.

Fei Ma came out of the camp, looked at Binjiang, and leaned on Qianji.

Binjiang, who was holding an umbrella, shrugged his shoulders. Fei Ma stretched out her hand and pointed. The muzzle of the mechanical dragon was pointed at the higher mountains in the distance. Two rounds of 406mm armor-piercing shells were fired at the mountains. The shells exploded one after another, and the mountain, which had been loosened by the previous shelling, collapsed as a whole. Like a building that was blasted with a directional explosion, the camp below collapsed as a whole. The mudslide buried the entire camp in an instant, completely destroying all traces.

"This..." Stark, who was holding onto the tailgate of the pickup truck, looked in horror at the direction of the distant roar. To be honest, except for Ethan, all the people present were related to the arms dealer. Moreover, the identity of this arms dealer was not the kind of arms dealer who typed orders on the keyboard in the office, so they could probably hear what kind of thing was raging in the distant thunder.

"A salvo of artillery fire of more than 150mm...it's really a big scene!" Rem leaned against the baffle and took a puff of cigarette. "Koko will go crazy when she hears this sound."

"Koko?" Rem's words aroused Stark's curiosity. Yes, curiosity. He was almost driven crazy by his curiosity and thirst for knowledge. "Who are you? You don't look like a military, but mercenaries? Who is that woman?"

"We're not the military, but we're not mercenaries either." Lem laughed and knocked on the pickup truck's rear window. Price and Ghost looked back. Price still had an arm in a sling. He had a slight fracture, so he couldn't move his arm for the time being. "But they are."

Task Force 141, which fought the hardest today, was also the one that suffered the worst. After more than half of their personnel were killed or wounded in the attack on Lancer's ship, nearly half of their personnel were injured and lost their combat effectiveness in the rescue operation they launched today. The only good news is that no one from Task Force 141 died in the battle this time, and even when facing a monster like Wenwu, they almost escaped unscathed.

"What's the matter?" Price glanced at Stark, "After rescuing him, our mission will be accomplished." Price also said after get off work that he would say goodbye to you bastards after my guys finished the basic treatment! And never see you again!

"No, no, no... I don't think so." The Mi-24 Hind that Lancer was on flew directly over their heads. Koko asked Lancer how long their aircraft could fly with the existing fuel and whether they could reach Baghdad. Lancer could only apologize.

And now he had to go pick up Fei Ma and Bin Jiang. Since they had already buried each other, he could naturally land on their heads and then evacuate with his men.

"Then we can only change the location of the evacuation point. We may need to evacuate to another place... There are some unexpected problems in the direction of Afghanistan." Koko's voice also appeared in the communication, "We need to return to Syria and then leave from there. Lancer, do you have any good suggestions?"

"The Continental Hotel in Damascus." Lancer said simply. Although he did not respect the rules of others, the Continental Hotel could help you avoid about 85% of the troubles. As for the remaining 15%, Lancer was either familiar with it or could push Stark out to discuss trade and investment with others. Maybe he could even have something happen with the "trade representative" deliberately sent by the other party.

"After you just made a scene at the Continental Hotel in New York, you suggested that we go to the Continental Hotel in Damascus?! Are you crazy?!" Koko's mouth twitched. Lancer's behavior before leaving New York had already spread everywhere. He brought a large number of heavy firearms and went straight into the Continental Hotel in New York. He also threatened to collect gold coins on the spot and allegedly slaughtered the other party's armed forces to suppress the situation, forcing the person in charge of the Continental Hotel to bow his head. This incident made the entire underground world watch.

"Do you believe that they will give me a few bottles of wine?" Lancer said quickly, then opened the door of the hovering helicopter. Lancer hugged Fei Ma and Bin Jiang who jumped on the helicopter, and turned back to signal that AR15 could take off!

"Heh... as long as you promise to leave quickly." Koko rolled her eyes and said unhappily, what kind of evaluation do you have in other people's places? Don't you have any idea in your mind? "But it is also a good choice. I will arrange it. The plane will be parked outside the city. When the time comes, I will contact someone to send you to the US military base in Afghanistan."

"Just arrange it. In principle, these helicopters already belong to General Ross." Lancer's words were straightforward, not intending to take credit for himself. "Once we get there, we can confirm that they are basically safe. Then, according to tradition, the Continental Hotel can provide the medical treatment services that Price and his men urgently need."

"Should I thank you?" Price said in a muffled voice, his tone was quite stiff. Obviously, the death of his teammate was not something that could be easily overcome. But he had to admit that there were many advantages to being friends with a big arms dealer like Lancer. He didn't have to worry about logistics at all. Moreover, the firepower support during the battle to attack the enemy's camp was really strong and left a deep impression on Price.

Plus, Todd was also persuading him that it was normal for a unit like theirs to encounter anything. This time, they didn't even mention whether it was their fault. The other side had clearly raised their hand.

Otherwise, they are all feeding fish in the Atlantic Ocean now, so why bother? You never know when you will need "more friends, more paths."

Price understood the truth, but when the words came to his lips, he always felt that he couldn't say them. After all, it was obvious that Lancer was not going to give him any way out. These words, which were almost like surrender, were really not suitable for Price to say.

"If you don't want to say thank you, you can pay." Lancer said with a smile. He was too lazy to indulge Price, a stubborn guy, because even if you give in to him, he won't be nice to you at all, so why bother to make yourself unhappy? ! So he should criticize him, and when Sheffield really gets crazy, he can help him. Anyway, this guy is unlikely to be used by him, so Lancer doesn't care too much.

Moreover, it is better to invest in John Wick than to invest in a team with a national background like 141. Maybe one day we can win over this god of death.

M4 and his team were already searching for information sources to find out who might have plotted against him. Task Force 141 had not concealed Lancer, and the other party's ship information had been obtained. However, the strange thing was that according to the records, this ship had been anchored in Naples for some time. Task Force 141 was very angry about this, and they had sent people to the ship to check it out. Well, they were completely tricked, and their target was not on the ship at all. The ship had just started loading...

Never mind any important packages. It was just an ordinary cargo ship. Their real target might have already arrived at their destination port successfully under the cover of the wrong information source!

In this way, the huge price paid by Task Force 141 was like a joke and worthless! If Lancer insisted on making trouble, Sheffield would not be able to protect them at all. The brothers who died in the battle might not only not receive the pension they deserved, but also be discharged dishonorably because of the damn confidentiality reasons.

So you say Price was frustrated, too frustrated! Especially after he received the order to cooperate with Lancer, this is simply too much. But what can he do? No way!

As for Lancer, as an arms dealer with enemies everywhere, even Sitwell had reasons to take action, not to mention that because he had just been involved in the mission of the US CIA, even Russia, which should have friendly relations with Lancer, had every reason to trick him.

Therefore, Lancer and his team simply did not inform anyone of the news, and could only compare and verify the intelligence on their own. From the current perspective, the most likely person is Lancer's known perennial scapegoat in the Marvel world, Hydra!

"Let's get down to business. If you want to perform a talk show, wait a moment." Koko, who was sitting in the helicopter, said in a speechless tone, "Lance's suggestion is fine, but I don't have that much gold coins. It should not be enough to pay for all of our food, lodging, medical care, and purchase intelligence."

"..." Lancer looked at Fei Ma, and Fei Ma nodded. She did have a lot of gold coins in her hand. After all, John Wick had bought a lot of things from Lancer before, and a large part of them was paid for Deadpool. Thinking of this, Lancer suddenly wanted to know if John Wick had finished making trouble in New York. It was just right for him to ask at the Damascus Continental Hotel, "I have a batch of gold coins that I haven't withdrawn yet. I believe you won't ask me for a handling fee, right?"

"Your warehouse really has everything." Koko was immediately happy in the communication. Lancer had a batch of gold coins. It seemed that someone used these gold coins to buy arms. Who could it be? There shouldn't be too many people who would let a guy like Lancer take the gold coins that were obviously going to be taken away by the Continental Hotel. Combined with the lively night in New York, the answer is clear, right?

"We are all in the same industry, so the Continental Hotel is quite convenient, isn't it?" Lanser smacked his lips. You know what, the various services provided by the Continental Hotel are really considerate and convenient for them. As long as you make a request, in most cases, from intelligence to arms, from vehicle maintenance and modification to intelligence transactions, from medical services to equipment replenishment, it can be said that everything is available.

"It's really convenient." Koko didn't object to this.

"Continental Hotel? What is that?" a member of the 141 Special Service Team asked in a low voice. Apparently, he had only heard of Ritz-Carlton, InterContinental, Four Seasons Hotel and so on, but he had never stayed at the Continental Hotel mentioned here.

"A hellish place you can't afford to go to, and you won't go to!" Price sighed, "The Otherworld Hotel, or the service center."

1-90 The most familiar stranger

"Guys! Thank you very much for your rescue operation! So can I make a phone call?" After a long journey by helicopter and then by car, Stark, who looked a little tired, thanked Price and others after landing.

Stark is not a fool. Among the people who rescued him, there were obviously three groups of people. Two of them should be his colleagues, all of whom were arms dealers.

Stark still had a slight impression of one of them, yes, this little girl with white hair. He had seen her at a meeting before. The white hair and the noisy personality left a deep impression on him. Yes, although Stark could no longer remember Koko's name, he knew roughly which side she was from.

As for the one who has always been with me

Stark was walking towards Lancer, and then he saw a guy with a group of girls who seemed to be very good at fighting but were wearing strange clothes. Stark couldn't remember who they were for the time being, but he was obviously familiar with him. When he landed, he even ordered a Big Mac meal for him, which made Stark have a much better impression of Lancer.

But now, Stark felt that the most important thing for him was to call Obaday and Pepper to let them know that he was safe.

"Call to let us know you're safe? That's a good idea, but I suggest you only call someone you can absolutely trust... No, maybe call after you get to New York!" Lancer originally wanted to suggest that Stark call someone he trusted, but he suddenly frowned and changed his mind. For some reason, Lancer felt like he wanted to say a few more words, "I investigated the whole process of your ambush. It was obvious that you were ambushed along your route that day! The probability of a traitor is very high. You'd better call a partner you think you can trust with your life."

"...Thank you for trampling on my poor self-esteem. Um, can you leave your phone in the car so I can get it myself?" Stark twitched his mouth. Lancer's warning made him think a lot. Yes, he, Stark, was betrayed, and he didn't know if he was sold for a good price!

"Oh... okay." Lancer put the phone on the hood. Stark picked it up, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed a number.

"Hello, regarding all matters concerning Mr. Stark and Mr. Stark's personal privacy, please refer to the official news response from Stark Industries." Pepper answered the phone quickly. Apparently, during the time when Stark was missing, Pepper had been bombarded with calls, and her responses were very official.

But what was said on the phone made Stark show an expression of subway, mobile phone and old man.

"So what's your privacy about me?" Stark said quickly in a calm voice before Pepper was about to hang up the phone.

"..." There was a long silence on the phone, and then Pepper asked in a trembling voice, full of disbelief, "Tony?"

"Yes, Tony, stop. Is there anyone with you? The current line... may not be very safe." Stark naturally knew more than Lancer, and it was even possible that some of the cutting-edge equipment was from their Stark Industries. "Long story short, I'm out of danger now, yes..."

Stark looked to the side. Koko put her business card on the front of the car with both hands. Stark picked it up and said, "Koko Hekmatia from HCLI. Damn it, how could that old man give birth to such a beautiful daughter like you?" Stark still teased Koko out of habit, and then continued quickly, "Anyway, I'm preparing to go to the Continental Hotel in Damascus. I will rest there, and then someone should arrange a plane to take me back to the United States."

"I...I understand...I understand!" Pepper wiped her tears quickly and said quickly, "Is there anything I need to do!"

"Keep quiet. Don't say anything before I arrive in the United States. Let's give that old baby a little shock." Stark said with a smile, but his eyes were a little absent-minded. After getting Pepper's affirmative answer, Stark quickly hung up the phone and threw it to Lancer, "Thank you! Nice phone."

"Snap!" Before Lancer could reach out his hand, Springfield next to him intercepted the phone halfway, took out a disposable wet wipe, wiped it carefully in Stark's wide eyes, and then returned it to Lancer. The scene was very quiet for a while.

"Pfft..." The last group of people couldn't hold back their smiles. Koko turned around and buried her face in Falme's arms and began to shake her shoulders. The wounded soldiers of Task Force 141 were also laughing on the stretchers, then grimacing in pain.

It's nothing. Stark's eccentric behavior does make people feel a little dissatisfied, but the offense is not too serious, so it is still within the tolerable range. But no one knows that the girls around Lancer can't stand it first. Who are you? Discriminating against my commander? !

Although Chuntian's action did not cause any actual harm, it was extremely insulting!

You don't want to touch the things the commander handed over?! Pah! We think the things you touched are dirty. Just look at the way Chuntian frowned when he was cleaning his phone. He wiped it hard as if he wanted to peel off a layer of the phone shell. Don't be too obvious.

"Haha..." In the end, even Stark himself laughed. The tense spirit that had been tense since he was kidnapped finally relaxed. "Man, you are an enviable guy."

"You have one too, right? The person you just called should be a woman, right? You made the choice without hesitation." Lansher smiled and shook his head, then turned around and took his girls into a business car. He signaled to Koko, and he went to the front while Sopii stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

The members of Task Force 141 were already seated in another business car at this time. Following Lancer's reminder, they did not remove their weapons, but simply placed their guns in gun safes. The guns and bullets were separated, but the ammunition was in their pockets. They would go directly to the basement of the Continental Hotel and then go directly to the infirmary for treatment.

"Please, Mr. Stark, I think we've all had a crazy day today.

So all the communication will be held tomorrow morning, what do you think? "Koko looked at Stark and said with a smile. Although there was no dust on her face, she still looked tired.

As the de facto organizer of this operation, Koko has been busy bargaining with all parties. Just now, in order to arrange medical treatment for the 141 Special Service Team, Koko had an argument with the person in charge of the Damascus Continental Hotel. However, in the end, after hearing the name of the person who had traveled with Koko, the other party gave in and gave Koko a good price.

"Okay! I hope there won't be any surprises on the way back this time." Stark was also very tired. He couldn't eat or sleep well during this period! He just wanted to get in the car where Ethan was sitting, but suddenly frowned and looked back at Koko who was talking to R. "Oh... I almost forgot. What was the name of that gentleman just now?"