The guy was about 28 to 9 years old, 1.9 meters tall, relatively thin, but with strong body muscles.

His fighting skills are very comprehensive, and his strength is surprisingly strong, his movements are fast, and his skin is hard and thick. It is obvious that under the influence of that magical genetic agent, his potential has been stimulated, which has almost completely made up for his movements.

, speed, and shortcomings in anti-hit ability!

But he was still defeated by Zhu Jiujie. To be precise, he was captured alive because Zhu Jiujie blocked the main veins in his back and his upper body fell into a state of numbness.

Of course, the reason why this guy should be captured alive is because the murderous aura emanating from his body is much weaker. This also means that he is controlled by that magical genetic agent.

He is the weakest among humans. Therefore, he is the one who needs to be captured alive!

"Tell me, what's your fucking name? Hehe, grandma, I thought the meridians of Westerners were different from those of us Easterners, but it turns out they're all the same! Hehe!"

In a secret basement of Qilong Villa, the white prisoner was tied up tightly by the brothers. At this time, Zhu Jiujie, with a glowing face, touched and pinched him, and even asked him questions.

They are all so individual.

Note that he is actually a monk! Can a monk swear? Amitabha, swearing is forbidden in Buddhism!

Suddenly, the brothers suddenly realized, what the hell, what kind of bullshit monk is this? If I were the abbot, I would have kicked him out of the mountain gate!

The prisoner looked extremely angry and annoyed. If he hadn't been tightly tied up with several large iron shackles, he would have jumped out and challenged Zhu Jiujie again.

"Pooh!"

Suddenly, seeing that his struggle was useless, he actually opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of liquid mixed with saliva and phlegm, hitting Zhu Jiujie's handsome face directly. Moreover, the hit was in an unbiased position, landing on his lips.

superior.

Fortunately, he didn't open his mouth, otherwise, he would have to swallow the thing!

Immediately, the brothers laughed, but Zhu Jiujie was so stunned that he almost vomited. He quickly wiped it clean, then cursed a few times and was about to take out his belt and teach the guy a severe lesson. However, Xiao Feng

Stopped him!

Looking at the guy in front of him, Xiao Feng faintly smelled a somewhat familiar smell emanating from him. This smell belonged to a soldier, and it was obvious that this guy was once a special soldier!

But, why did he become the killer of the Purgatory Angel?

After looking up and down for a moment, suddenly, a small pattern on the prisoner's clothes, which had been torn by Zhu Jiujie during the fight, caught his attention.

Because he knows that there is a popular tradition among military groups in Western countries, which is to leave a special pattern on one's body, which is a tattoo!

However, this tradition of leaving favorite patterns on one's body has become a symbol of gangsters in the eyes of the people of country Z. In country Z, it doesn't matter who you are, as long as someone finds you have a tattoo, they will immediately

It will connect you with the underworld.

But Western countries are different! Especially the special forces! On their bodies, they often leave the patterns or words they are most proud of. And this pattern or text is often the symbol of their unit!

Because, as a soldier, the unit you are in is your honor!

He gently opened the guy's blood-stained collar. Just from his tattered clothes and the bloodstains all over his body, it can be seen that Zhu Jiujie has no mercy at all!

What a cruel attack!

However, when Xiao Feng saw the sharp sword pattern on his arm clearly, he was stunned by his identity.

"French Gendarmerie? Are you French? From the Gendarmerie?"

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, the Frenchman's eyes revealed a subtle light. This was a very natural expression of emotion, so it should be said that this killer's emotions have not yet been extinguished.

"You??????Do you know the French Gendarmerie Special Service Team?" He looked at Xiao Feng, his eyes slightly excited, and after a moment he actually spoke.

It's just obvious that his Chinese is very poor. Perhaps, he just learned it by listening to it during normal times because he has been with "those people" for these years. As for saying more, he can

Not anymore.

Xiao Feng smiled slightly and patted his shoulder very intimately to show that he had no ill intentions. Then, he said to him in fluent French: "Since you are a member of the French Gendarmerie Special Service Team, how could you become a 'purgatory'?

Angel's people? Have you forgotten that you are a soldier? Of course I know the French Gendarmerie Special Service! The reason why you have a sword tattoo on your right arm is because of the French Gendarmerie Special Service.

The relationship between the team and the team is known as the 'Sword of the Arc de Triomphe'! You are the symbol of French military honor, but look at what you look like now! I think if Lieutenant Pluto sees what you look like now, he will definitely

Would be very disappointed, really!”

The Frenchman's eyes were obviously more excited. Perhaps he never expected that he would meet such a person who knew the Gendarmerie Special Service Team so well here!

Years of being away from home and brushing against death had made his mind cold and numb. At this moment, when he heard someone talking to him about the things he was most proud of in his life, he finally felt a trace of human kindness.

It was as if he was seeing someone from his hometown he had left for so long. Because this man's French was so standard!

"You?????? Do you know Lieutenant Pluto? Oh no, he was no longer a lieutenant. He was later promoted to a general! Really, the most powerful general in Europe!"

Xiao Feng smiled slightly, feeling that this guy was actually not hopeless. Many years ago, when they were undergoing special military training that could be described as cruel and cruel, they were severely required by the instructor to learn the languages ​​​​of many countries.

And French is just one of them!

"Of course I know this. What I'm talking about is, when the Military Police Special Service Team was first established. This Special Service Team was established in 1973. It is a special commando team specializing in anti-terrorism operations. It is known as the 'Arc de Triomphe Sword'! And Bu

Lieutenant Ruto is the founder of this special commando team. When it was first formed, this special service team only had fifteen soldiers, organized into three action groups, and each action group had five people. They were 25 years old.

They are between the ages of forty and forty, and they all have families and children. Oh, dear, although later on, the age limit for members of the special service team has been adjusted to a younger age, but are you married? Do you have children?

Are you there? Honey, do you miss them? What's your name? Maybe, I can help you, really!"

What he said was so sincere, it didn't seem like he was lying at all. At this time, the Frenchman's emotions hidden deep in his heart had been moved by him. His eyes showed an even more excited look.

However, when he looked at Xiao Feng, his eyes were not calm.

"Why should I believe you? How can you prove that you are not using me?"
Chapter completed!