“One, two, three, four…”

At this moment, at the center of the commotion, a tall man in the uniform of a high-level Federal Army combatant was counting while "detonating" those capable people who survived the "air crash".

This man, named Gusa Westum, is officially recognized as "the number one general of the Federal Army."

His image is indeed very consistent with the general impression of "strong generals": tall and strong figure, strong appearance, serious expression, strong strength, etc.

If you want to say something that does not match the character of the "strong general", it is probably only the name of his supernatural power - the microwave oven.

In fact, this ability is a bit similar to Bud Levins' "Dead Sea". It is both a kind of ability that is a bit useless when the level is low, but after practicing it, it is very terrifying. It is just that the name is higher and the other... is home appliances.

However, the biggest difference between Gusa and Bad is that Gusa is not a hard-working man, he is a genius.

Although he was nearly fifty years old before he improved his ability to the mad level, he achieved this strength without deliberately practicing his ability.

In addition, Gusa was also a very high-ranking family, so even though his strength could give him a place among the "guardians", he was still left in the federal army.

After all, the existence of the guards is kept secret from the general public, but the "No. 1 General of the Federal Army" is a living sign that can be used to demonstrate the image and strength of the Federation - this responsibility is just right for "famous children" like Gusa to take on it.

However... today, the honor of this "famous family" and the "first powerful general" have become a burden.

In a world after the fall of the Federation, people like Gusa must be despised. Even if they have not done anything that is harmful to nature, they will be nailed to the pillar of shame, and will be buried in the ground and stepped on ten thousand feet... Because people are happy to see such things, they are happy to see those existences that they used to look up to fall into the abyss; because whenever such things happen, they will feel that for a moment, they have become existences that can look down on others.

To sum up, Gusa is undoubtedly a "hawkish". He has to resist to the end whether it is for his personal, his family, or for the "face of the Federation", such as something that may no longer care about.

He also understood that for a person like him, in this irreversible wave of times, the only good ending is to die on the battlefield.

"…twelve, thirteen." In just a dozen seconds, Gusa killed all the "air crash survivors" who fell near him.

The guys from Berber's Soul were really bad luck. The hotel they hit when the plane crashed happened to be where the team led by Gusa was ambushed.

Gusa was also inexplicably a little, thinking that I had just taken a dozen subordinates to choose a building with a good vision to complete the defense, but why did an airplane suddenly come over?

Fortunately, Gusa and his team discovered it early and evacuated the impacted area in time, so there were no casualties. However, since the survivors of Berber's soul had discovered their whereabouts when they landed, Gusa had to take action.

"Well... are there two in the sky..." After solving those who had landed on the ground, Gusa turned his gaze into the air and locked on Uviton Horse and his adjutant.

"Sorry, those two can't be left to you..." Just as Gusa was about to attack the two, a strange voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting his movements.

At that moment, Gusa's expression suddenly changed.

Not only was he surprised that someone could quietly come to a few meters behind him, but he was even more surprised that... When he heard the sound, he realized that he could no longer feel the breath of any subordinate.

"Stop looking for it, all the corpses are gone." After a breath, the voice seemed to have guessed Gusa's thoughts and added this sentence.

At this time, Gusa turned around slowly and looked at the source of the sound.

"My name is Levine, but you may not be familiar with this name... The code name given to me by your Federation is - 'Hunter'." The Hunter stood there calmly, facing the first powerful federal general in front of him, and reported to his home.

"I know you." At this moment, Gusa had already put away his surprise and recovered his calmness. While looking at the hunter, he responded in a deep voice, "It just so happened... I have a account to settle for you."

"What?" The Lieba responded quickly, "Do I have a grudge with you?"

"Do you have an impression of the name Jayside Newman?" Gusa asked directly without stumbled around the bush.

"Oh... that guy who can 'send someone back a day ago' isn't it?" Today's Hunter has a very powerful brain, so his memory has become very good.

"The guy who could send someone back a day ago was my friend," Gusa continued.

"So that's it." The Hunter nodded, "I killed your friend, so you have to settle the score with me, right?"

"Yes." Gusa replied.

"If I tell you that my friend was not killed by me, do you believe it?" Lieba asked again.

Gusa thought for a few seconds and replied, "I believe that after all, there were no witnesses when he died. The cause of death was presumed based on his last mission goal during his lifetime. Moreover... no matter whether you killed someone or not, you will have to decide the outcome and life and death at the moment, so there is no need for you to lie about this matter." He paused and changed his mind, "But even if he was not killed by you, you still have some responsibility. I don't think you will deny this?"

"It doesn't matter, you think there is something." Liebadao, "Of course, let me say... Since he died in the line of duty while performing his duties, the person who assigned him the task was the one who indirectly pushed him to death, and the direct responsibility was on the person who killed him; I, a person who was passive from beginning to end, did nothing."

"What you said... makes sense." Gusa is really reasonable. "It seems that there is no personal grudge between you and me."

"No." Hunter.

"Then let us..." Gusa continued, "Without personal emotions... fight to the death."

…………

Meanwhile, another place in the city.

On a street where there is no one, a man is pointing a gun at another man's head.

The man holding the gun looked about forty years old, with his back and head combed, wearing a black suit, and was wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night. No one knew his name, but people only knew that his code name was "n", and his name was - the King of Agents.

The man pointed at the back of his head was also about forty years old, with his back and a black suit, but he was not wearing sunglasses, and there was a hideous scar on his face that straddled the entire face; his name was Jack Anderson, known as the God of Killing.

"Do you know why I didn't shoot?" This is the first thing N said to Jack.

"You want me to know whose hands you died." Jack also knew what the other party wanted.

"Do you know now?" n asked.

"I only know who will die in my hands," Jack replied.

"Ha...you want to say, did you intentionally create the situation at this moment?" n said again.

"Just understand." Jack replied.

"It's too ugly for you to do this, Mr. Anderson." n sneered, "I think that a man called a 'God' should at least have the demeanor to admit his failure calmly."

"I'm telling you very calmly now that you're going to die soon." Jack's response was still so calm.

"Oh..." n sighed, "Then I have nothing to say."

Bang--

Before he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.

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On the other hand, inside the fortress in the air.

"It's almost time for me to go down." The doctor got up and left the seat, greeted Meng Qihan, and walked outside the command room.

"Doctor, you are a little bit angry." When the other party passed by him, Meng Weihan couldn't help but mutter.

"It has nothing to do with you," the doctor said, and had already walked to the door, "This is a personal grudge."

After saying that, he walked out.

"Oh..." Meng Jiehan didn't stop Dr., but just sighed secretly.

Since he obtained the mantle handed down by Master Zhang, Meng Qihan's cultivation has been a thousand miles a day. Now he is quite a bit "seeking through the secrets of heaven and not talking or fighting"; he shows a kind of compassion for many things, but he is unwilling to intervene. This "expert style" is really worthy of being beaten up...

"Sometimes flowers bloom and fall, but people go away and come without regrets..." After the doctor had already left, Meng Jiehan shook his head and said to himself, "I'm sorry for a long time, I can't regret it, I only sigh that my life will return to the dust."
Chapter completed!