The US military released a video of killing the terrorist leader, the Red Leader, once again proved their determination and strength to the people of the world, and won countless praises at the first time.

That's right, the United States has been conducting global anti-terrorism operations, killing various terrorist leaders, including the largest terrorist organization leader Ben****, and Gaddafi, who was known for his iron skills in the world at that time.

It turns out that they have this strength. This time, the red leader was shot and once again pushed their international police position to a new height. There is nothing they can't do, only what they want to do or not.

But they never dreamed that the release of this video would bring about a series of chain reactions.

There is no need to mention Du Baobao and his group of people who want to take revenge. A group of evacuated soldiers are like wild animals, but unfortunately Du Zhenhua suppresses them tightly.

On the way to Algeria, a sat in a tavern full of dead bodies and blood, delivering food to his mouth.

"At 10:30 yesterday morning, the leader of the terrorist organization Red Leader was killed by the US military..."

a put down the food, stopped eating, stared at the TV expressionlessly, and watched the news seriously.

After reading it, a stood up and walked out with mechanical strodes. He didn't even want food. For him, there was almost nothing that could attract him except food.

Kenya Dadabu, Xu Yibing saw this news and cried in tears: "I want to take revenge...I want to take revenge...I want to take revenge..."

"Yes, you can take revenge." Marcus clenched his fists with a blank expression.

In an hour, countless armed groups active in Kenya started to move. They owe Xu Yibing a favor and a life-saving favor. Not only do they owe favors, but they also need the other party's help.

At the base of the red soldiers, Taotao stood in front of the mirror, hung up his chin-dropped beard very carefully, and cleaned himself up and neatly.

"The latest model of mechanical exoskeleton has been created. You don't need it anymore. Since you don't need it anymore, let me use it."

Taotao looked at his appearance in the mirror with satisfaction, turned around and stared at the five mechanical exoskeletons neatly arranged behind him.

The five mechanical exoskeletons are large and small, the small ones are extremely exquisite and light and fit. The large ones include many additional positions for weapons, even including one of the mechanical exoskeletons on the shoulders.

"Taotao, I'm the one." Anshan pointed to the mechanical exoskeleton and said to Taotao: "I'll test the performance of the weapon."

The mechanical exoskeleton was designed and developed by Taotao, but the weapon system on the mechanical exoskeleton was developed by Anshan's first-hand shooting. The two of them jointly developed the mechanical exoskeleton and finally made five.

Among these five exoskeletons, two are lightweight, that is, they do not have any weapon system and are only used for fast moving, jumping, and shuttle models.

One is equipped with a light weapon system, which mainly serves individual soldiers to fight. There is no weapon system on it, and there are only places where various light weapons are stored.

The remaining two are real individual combat platforms. Almost all individual combat equipment you can think of can be found on it, and it has heavy weapons and a mature weapon operating system.

"Lao An, you are old." Taotao said lightly.

Anshan is old, indeed. He is almost sixty years old and his hair is gray. This kind of thing is no longer suitable for him, and he can no longer run.

Time flies too fast. Xiao Yuanchao, who was still a naughty child back then, was almost thirty...

Anshan is old and cannot run. Similarly, Xiao Hongjun is old and cannot run.

But Xiao Hongjun had to run, even though he was in his sixties, even if his hair was almost all white.

"Dye it harder, I want to turn all my hair black." Xiao Hongjun sat upright on the chair and asked his wife to dye his hair black.

Zhao Xiuying, who was also old, carefully dyed Xiao Hongjun's hair, his eyes full of concentration.

"Old Xiao, you are old, don't argue with others, do you know? Just follow the troops to take Xiaowu home. I don't want anything now, just ask for Xiaowu home."

This is how he has been through his whole life. After receiving the bad news from his last and only son, Zhao Xiuying, the great woman, became extremely calm because her last son died and finally had no worries.

"I know, just wait at home." Xiao Hongjun smiled with his wrinkled cheeks and said softly: "Look, haven't I listened to you all these years?"

Zhao Xiuying did not speak, and continued to dye Xiao Hongjun's hair focused and careful. Each strand must be dyed black and dyed to the roots.

An hour later, Xiao Hongjun, who was covered in black hair and dressed in a well-dressed manner, walked out of his home and walked calmly towards the car company in Area A.

No one informed him to pick up Xiao Yuanchao's body. If Xiao Yuanchao died in battle, his bones could not be retrieved at all. The country would not recognize it, nor would the troops admit it. This is a typical horse-haired body. If you don't need to return it, you should not return it.

Xiao Hongjun understood, but Zhao Xiuying didn't, so Xiao Hongjun deceived his wife.

When he walked into the car company, Xiao Hongjun greeted the soldiers of the car company and said he wanted to borrow some motor oil.

The people in the Auto Company are naturally familiar with Xiao Hongjun because he is the father of the Red Fighter, the in-laws of the Chief of Staff, and the father-in-law of Miscat.

Holding a small can of motor oil, Xiao Hongjun came to Dingdang Street and walked into the once Taotao house.

He touched the top of his head with engine oil and took out a sharp saber to scratch his head.

"Swish...swish...swish..."

Straws of newly dyed black hair fell off, and in a short time, Xiao Hongjun turned into a bald head. Just like in a self-defense counterattack, he scratched his head and showed his ferociousness!

"Bang!"

After scraping the bald head, Xiao Hongjun dragged out a box under the bed and pried it open with one knife.

The box contains two rifles, more than a dozen magazines, more than a dozen grenades, and an old camouflage uniform.

"Crack!Crack!"

Xiao Hongjun took out one of the guns and skillfully pulled the bolt to test. Then, he took off his decent clothes and changed into the old camouflage uniform pressed into the box.

The muscles on his body have long since become loose under the erosion of time, and even sagging, losing their former luster.

But when he changed his clothes, held a rifle, and walked out from the gate with his head held high, his temperament changed.

The God of War, who once roared arrogantly on the battlefield of self-defense counterattack, has returned, and has returned after many years!

"Bang!"

Xiao Hongjun lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, carried a rifle and squinted his eyes and said to himself: "Son, don't be afraid, Dad will pick you up home."
Chapter completed!