Martinez's intuition was very accurate. At this time, Lambo and Gu Ren were receiving arms from the United States in an apartment building.

This batch of arms has a large number, including pistols, bulletproof vests, submachine guns, rifles, grenades, flash bullets and other series of equipment, and two large boxes are installed.

"Okay, Mr. Rambo, all you want is here. If you have any other needs, you can contact me directly."

In front of Rambo stood a man wearing a dark blue suit and combed his greasy hair. He took out a small silver box from the inner bag of the suit with a smile, took out a business card and handed it over.

"Okay, please trouble you Mr. Kelilordo." Rambo nodded politely.

"Then I'll say goodbye first."

Krelodo was about to turn around and leave the room. He had just taken two steps and turned around and said, "By the way, Major General Sam asked me to take you to say hello. He was recuperating in Houston recently. I hope you can go over and see him after this time."

Rambo paused, a trace of memories flashed in his eyes, and nodded heavily and said, "I understand, please Mr. Kelilodo, take me to tell Captain Sam, and I will come and see him in person when the matter is over."

"Okay, then I'll say goodbye."

After saying that, Liluo left the room without looking back.

"Are you going to fight a war?"

Gu Ren, who had not spoken, walked over and stared at the weapons, grenades and bullets in the box and touched his nose. The number was too large, enough to arm a squad.

Rambo squatted down, picked up his favorite M60 universal machine gun from the box, and then took out a large box of magazines from the box next to him, and pressed the bullet onto the machine gun.

With a click, the bullet loaded!

He slowly stood up with the machine gun in his arms, turned to Gu Ren and said, "You are right, this is a war!"

Rambo lowered his head? Looking at the M60 machine gun in his hand? It seems like he was back to the memory of sweeping everything decades ago during the Vietnam War.

He touched the X scar on his right face? He immediately remembered the scene of being surrounded by skeleton gangs a few days ago.

Ten years have passed? Although Rambo is unwilling to admit or recall everything he has experienced? But time tells him that past experiences are always buried in his heart? They will never disappear.

Bleeding? Scars, pain...

All this seemed to be engraved on Rambo's heart, and he would never forget it unless he died.

A skill learned in the Vietnam War jungle? Didn’t go with time? As a comfortable life disappears, it is not really a useless place.

At this moment, Rambo's eyes were cold, thinking of Cabrey who was almost attacked, and the humiliation of that night? I remembered that damn war, and the teammates who died in the war? I remembered the hometown that I could never go back to, and he murmured to himself: "...This is my war with them!"

revenge!

Is this the last stubbornness deep in Rambo’s heart? The last struggle.

...

On the road, a sports car is galloping.

Gu Ren is sitting in the driver's seat? Drive along the road to the suburbs.

Rambo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, wiped the sharp dagger on his hand? His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of murderous aura in his eyes.

They are preparing to directly attack the villa of the Skeleton Gang leader.

Half an hour ago, while Gu Ren was thinking about how to make an action plan around the villa where Martinez lived, Rambo directly carried two large boxes and stuffed them into the back seat of the sports car, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Gu Ren asked him what he was doing, and Rambo replied directly: [Find them and kill them!]

"Are you sure we're going to rush to Martinez's villa so blatantly?"

More than an hour passed in a flash, Gu Ren looked at the GPS location. They were only five kilometers away from Martinez's country villa. At this time, there were already large fields on both sides of the road surface, and no figures or traffic were seen.

"How are you becoming so cautious now?" Rambo glanced at him and inserted the dagger into the leather bag around his waist.

Is this called caution?!

Gu Ren was ashamed. Who knew that gang bosses like Martinez had arranged gunmen around the villa? They rushed over in a daze, and they might be beaten as targets.

But when he thought of Rambo's fierce fighting style, he felt relieved. At least he knew how to prepare for a detour in advance. If he had the first time he saw Rambo, he would have been in a coma and woke up with a dagger to trouble them.

Although after experiencing several worlds, Gu Ren no longer acted recklessly like Rambo in the first mission world, and learned to detour and understand the plan. But when he came, he naturally could not retreat at this time.

The accelerator was stepped on under his feet, which accelerated the speed of reaching the last five kilometers of the villa.

Five or six minutes later.

"We're almost here." Gu Ren said as he looked at the navigation.

"Run directly!"

Looking at a country house vaguely visible on the plain about half a kilometer away, Rambo said with a little excitement: "Didn't you say that your car can launch two more micro missiles?"

"how?"

"Now is the time for you to show it. Let me see how powerful your missile is!"

Hearing this, Gu Ren looked at Rambo, saw his face flushed, and chuckled: "Okay! Let you see the power of my sports car!"

It just so happened that Gu Ren also wanted to try the power of these two small missiles. He didn't have such a good opportunity to directly fire the bomb without any cost.

Immediately, he controlled the steering wheel with one hand and turned on a small switch on the operating wheel with the other, and suddenly there was a virtual interface of the car body on the LCD screen in the car.

Through it, you can clearly see the two headlights on the front of the car sinking directly into it, and the two small missiles that were already ready slowly extended out of the empty position of the headlights.

These two small missiles were improved by the British "Spike 2" ultra-small missile developed by the United States in 2019. It is about 83 cm long, 8.5 cm in diameter and weighs about 5.4 kg.

Although it is less than one meter in length, it is indeed extraordinary. It not only contains infrared imaging, but also has two thrusts, which can reach an astonishing range of 2,000 meters. At the same time, it is filled with metal hydrogen developed by the United States. This is a very powerful material, which can even reach 35 times the power of ordinary explosives.

This is equivalent to the weight of the same missile. This small missile less than one meter is filled with metal hydrogen, and its power is 35 times that of the same volume of missiles!

"Leave it to you Rambo!"

Rambo looked at him in confusion and saw Gu Ren's body tilting slightly, holding the steering wheel with his right hand, giving up a position.

Gu Ren pointed to the red button on the LCD screen and said, "Press this red button and you can directly launch the missile. It has great power. It is just right for such a distance. If you are closer, you may be affected."

Upon hearing this, Rambo looked at the villa a few hundred meters away, looked down at the red button, and walked forward without saying a word, put his right hand directly on the screen.

His eyes were staring at the villa and the several black vans parked at the door, and immediately pressed them down.

‘Let them know what despair is!’

Just finished speaking.

With a whoosh!

A small missile was directly launched, and a flame ejected from its tail.

The two of them could clearly see that a missile with a fire on its butt was flying at high speed in the air. When the speed broke through to the extreme, several iron pieces ejected from the missile, which was a device to protect the missile from being passively triggered by strong vibrations in the vehicle.

It's approaching!

A distance of several hundred meters, when the missile flies at high speed, it is getting closer and closer!

At this moment, in the living room of the villa, six or seven subordinates of the Skeleton Gang were smoking and playing cards.

"Listen! What's the sound?"

"What's the noise? Don't blame me if you lose. You haven't given me the money I won just now!"

"Yes, don't admit your debt if you lose."

While everyone was still teasing, the first minion who heard a strange noise was frowning and listened carefully. The sound was very strange, a bit like the sound of a balloon deflated, but there was also a little bit of a match.

"What are you doing? You can't play cards!"

Someone urged him to get up.

After listening to it, the minion looked at the direction of the kitchen again. He didn't smell the smell of gas, so it shouldn't have been leaked.

Forget it, maybe it was the sound of cars passing by outside.

While he was thinking so and preparing to play cards, he suddenly felt a shadow on the window opposite him. When he looked up, he saw a ball of flame flying quickly!

The minion was stunned at first, then roared: "Fak, there are missiles!"

Before everyone could react.

The missile directly smashed the glass, mixed with debris, and after smashing the wooden wall, it hit the cement wall in the middle of the house.

"Boom..."

There was only a huge explosion, and the missile exploded directly, and the powerful gunpowder instantly covered the entire villa.

At this moment, on the road a hundred meters away, the sports car was parked on the side of the road.

Rambo watched the villa explode into pieces, and the surging flames swallowed everything around him. The huge and amazing power seemed to take him back to the battlefield many years ago. He was excited and surging inside, and couldn't help but yelled loudly: "It's so exciting!"

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Chapter completed!