The two soldiers ignored him and continued to pay attention to the "soldiers" who might come over at any time, but they didn't know that there was only one person acting there from beginning to end.

Ge Zhen can play tactics and fight weird battles. He uses his own tactics to interpret another meaning of the sender in addition to head attacks.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Ge Zhen killed the two soldiers with two swords, fast, ruthless and accurate, and did not give them a chance to make a sound.

After killing it, he moved to the side of the soldier who was hiding in another, and killed him silently in the same way.

"puff!"

He stabbed the other person's lungs, covered the other person's mouth and nose, and the knife quickly turned and released the air inside as fast as possible.

When the air is released, there is no breath to cry, and the death is silent.

This is the tail of the entire bag. Ge Zhen slowly touched the tail, slowly killed it, and then wiped it into the center of the bag and continued to kill it one by one.

It's all by disguise!

There was no bloody smell. Ge Zhen killed a person and stuffed the rotten leaves on the ground into the wound, allowing the rotten smell to eliminate the bloody smell.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff…"

The massacre was still in progress. When these soldiers saw that Ge Zhen thought he was his own, they had no precautions and did not know who was killed until they died.

The "Soldier" did not appear, and Ge Zhen here continued to massacre until he reached the position of the bag.

"Why are you here?" The temporary person in charge saw Ge Zhen touching behind him silently.

"Bang!"

Ge Zhenyang shot his hand and the bullet hit his forehead, with a wicked smile hanging in his eyes.

There is no need to hide now, because there is only the last hole left in the entire cloth bag ambush, and there are only about a dozen people in the last hole.

Everyone has seen the cloth bag. The mouth is the smallest, the middle part is the thickest, and the bottom is also very large. Now Ge Zhen has slaughtered the entire cloth bag, so the remaining mouth is not enough to worry about.

"What are you doing?" a soldier next to him roared.

"Bang!"

Ge Zhenyang shot him a peanut.

At this time, the remaining people began to understand that this was not theirs at all, they were soldiers.

"The soldier is here!"

"The soldier is here!"

“…”

The roar rang, but unfortunately no one responded.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

Like a tiger in the jungle, Ge Zhen carried a rifle and carried out a rapid frontal assault on the remaining people.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff…"

The soldiers were shot and lay down one by one in a pool of blood.

After the massacre was completed, Ge Zhen destroyed the entire bag-shaped ambush, and his killing hand became soft.

He sat on the ground, leaning against a big tree, rubbed off the disguise on his face, and raised his head and poured two large mouthfuls of white wine.

"Is there anyone who can fight?" Ge Zhen said on the radio on the body: "Is there anyone who can fight?"

The arrogant voice clearly reached Thor's ears, and he was comforting the guests in the villa with expressionless expression.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of biting an apple sounded, and sitting next to him was a middle-aged man who looked particularly elegant.

Middle-aged people are nothing. Normally, successful people are basically middle-aged people. This is a successful demarcation.

All efforts when you are young are accumulations. Only when you are in your thirties or forties will these accumulations show a blowout explosion, pushing people directly from obscurity to the other side of success.

But this middle-aged man was a Chinese. He wore a pair of eyes and slowly gnawed the apple in his hand.

One mouthful after another, slow, giving people a particularly elegant and enjoyable feeling, making people drool.

"Mr. Xiao, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Thor stood up and smiled at Xiao He.

"Okay." The middle-aged man pushed his glasses and said, "Mr. Thor, I have a little advice before you leave."

"Sir, please speak, Sir." Sol respectfully.

It can be seen that he respects the middle-aged man in front of him very much, and he respects it in ordinary sense, mixed with a hint of admiration and awe.

"What happened here. If you can, please avoid it. Don't confront each other head-on." The middle-aged man pinched the apple core and looked at the other party sincerely: "You are a very good person, there is no need to get involved in this storm. Do you know what I mean?"

Hearing this, Thor's pupils shrank violently, and he could hear that this was the advice of the other party to leave his life for him.

"Sir, I'm just eating this bowl of rice, there's no way." Thor said helplessly: "I'm just a life-long man, and I can't decide when I die."

"Haha, so I'll look up to you." The middle-aged man smiled while gnawing at the apple core: "You can always recognize your identity and never surpass it at all. This is your most valuable thing. Well, I won't say much. Remember to find me at the last moment. This is my private phone number."

A bodyguard next to him took out a card and handed it to Saul.

Originally, Thor wanted to turn it off, because once he took this card, it would be like accepting the other party's invitation, and he now belongs to this place.

But this card is very attractive to him. I don’t know how many people want to get Mr. Xiao’s private phone number in this world, and many leaders of small countries can’t even ask for it.

But now this card is placed in front of him, how can he not be moved?

This is the leader of the Chinese think tank. He entered the house. Whether it is the White House or Buckingham Palace, he would be the most honorable guest as long as he walked in.

Let me put it this way, every country has its own think tank, and every country's think tank will ask for the Chinese think tank and the Mr. Xiao in front of you.

However, many times it is useless for you to ask for it, and people ignore you at all.

"Mr. Xiao...this...I..."

Thor wanted it very much, but his steps were stepping back little by little, trying to curb his inner impulse.

Seeing him like this, Mr. Xiao smiled. He walked over and held the card in his hand and stuffed it into Thor's hand.

"Hold it, this is not a hot thing, haha." Mr. Xiao patted his shoulder: "If you have something to do, just be busy first, I have no problem here."

"Okay, Mr. Xiao." Thor held the card tightly, took three steps back and then prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait!" Mr. Xiao called him: "Try not to have a head-on contact with the soldier Ge Zhen."

"Yes, I understand, thanks Mr. Xiao for reminding me."

Thor looked grateful. He knew that the other party wanted to recruit him, but he was just a life-long man and now he had to work hard for this place.

Watching him walk out, Mr. Xiao slowly gnawed the apple core clean without wasting any of it.

"Sir, let's leave." said a bodyguard. "In three days, it will become extremely chaotic."

"It's okay, no one dares to touch me no matter how chaotic it is." Mr. Xiao smiled and said, "I'll take a shower first, and the soldier Ge Zhen will come later."

"Sir, he..."

"I really want to see him." Mr. Xiao waved his hand and walked towards the bathroom.

“…”

Every guest here is extremely noble. The third district is Speaker Wright, who is in charge of a country's power; the fourth district is the leader of the Chinese think tank.

Ge Zhen must be here, Mr. Xiao just wants to meet him.
Chapter completed!