Chapter 2377: The foreign garbage sent back
Marshall wearing a black suit, wearing a black coat, carrying a black suitcase, walked toward the big step not far from a Cadillac.
He opened the door of the car trunk and put the suitcase in.
Then closed the trunk, got into the car straight, and sat down in the driver’s seat.
Just when he sat down in the driving seat, the door of the front passenger seat was opened, and a black figure came in and sat down directly in the front passenger seat.
Marshall’s pupils suddenly enlarged!
The man who suddenly got into the car was not someone else, but was the target of his action, Yash Nics.
He just failed to snipe Yash Nics and immediately sent a hyena agent to hunt down Yash Nics.
But I didn’t expect Yash Nics to appear here unharmed.
That basically means that the agents who chased Yash Nics were cold.
Marshall remained motionless, staring at Yash Nics like a poisonous snake.
In his mind, he is turning quickly. Should he act first, or hesitate?
Yash Nics was sitting in the co-pilot calmly, his expression as if sitting in his own car.
Even Yash Nics didn’t even look at Marshall next to him, but looked at the road in front of the car with a calm expression, and said faintly: “Let’s drive, find a quiet place, so that I can bury you after I kill you, or you can kill. After he got me
, he buried it on the spot.” Marshall is a Chinese expert. He said coldly in Chinese: “I just kill, don’t care about burying.”
That said, but Marshall also knows that this is Yash Nics’s site, and he doesn’t want to. Fight fiercely with Yash Nics in this busy city, lest Yash Nics’s help arrives and prevent him from getting out.
So he started the car, kicked the accelerator, and the car whizzed out like a running wild horse.
Marshall demonstrated superb driving skills, racing in the streets, and the car gradually left the busy city, getting more and more remote.
At this time, we have reached the outskirts, the surrounding houses are gradually reduced, and there are fewer vehicles and pedestrians on the road.
Marshall peeped at Yash Nics as he drove, and at the same time was ready to take a shot.
At this time, Yash Nics took out a cigarette and a lighter, lit a cigarette, let the smoke spit out, and said faintly: “The US military sent you?”
Marshall did not answer, but suddenly slammed the brakes.
harsh brake sounded, and the car strayed, hitting sideways, and the tires rubbed a few black marks on the ground.
At the moment when the car went sideways, Marshall pulled out a pistol backhand, pointed at Yash Nics, and pulled the trigger.
Yash Nics stretched out his left hand, grabbed the opponent’s pistol, and forcibly raised the muzzle upward.
Bang bang bang…
All the pistol bullets hit the roof of the car, and a bunch of bullet holes appeared on the roof of the car.
Marshall didn’t expect Yash Nics to react so quickly, he slammed Yash Nics with a fist with his left hand.
Yash Nics caught the opponent’s fist and hit Marshall’s face with an elbow with his backhand.
With a bang, Marshall’s left cheek was shattered with blood all over his face.
If it is an ordinary strong man, with Yash Nics’s cubit on his face, he will die on the spot.
But this guy Marshall is the first generation of biochemical warriors in the U.S. God-Making Project, and is the strongest existence among the first generation of biochemical warriors, with the title of King of War.
This guy’s pain nerves are basically eliminated, he doesn’t actually feel much pain.
Moreover, his physique is very against the sky, so although Yash Nics is cruel, it is not fatal to him, but instead aroused his brutality and fighting spirit.
He rushed towards Yash Nics frantically, and fought fiercely with Yash Nics in a small car.
Boom boom boom boom –
there seemed to be two steel beasts fighting in the car. The car was bumped and bumped, and the windows and windshield were all broken and devastated.
Finally, the car became quiet.
Obviously the battle is over.
At this time, Dian Chu and a few tiger guards drove two jeeps to the scene.
Dian Chu and the four Tiger Guards got out of the car, and everyone looked at the car on the road in front of them suspiciously.
At this moment, the co-pilot’s door was kicked open.
Yash Nics got out of the car, with half of the cigarette left on his mouth.
Yash Nics took a cigarette, took a few glances at Dianchu, and faintly commanded: “Clean up the mess of the U.S. military, and then send them back. We don’t keep foreign trash here.”
Dian Chu said: “Yes. , The Governor!”