Dasqi rolled his eyes to Victor. She had already inquired about the twists and turns here. The base was long ago, so he was not kind to him!

"I won't bother you with my business. The battle is not over yet. Just look at it patiently. Brigadier General Smog is not that simple."

Victor smiled awkwardly. Of course, he knew Smog hadn't taken any serious action yet, but isn't there any way to do this? For the sake of his daughter's happiness, Victor was really worried.

...

"It's great, you're really good, Sith, but you're far from me."

Smog snorted coldly, flew away with ten hands and forced the Sith back, smoke flowing on his body, and he jumped into a step.

"White smoke ejector!"

After the words fell, his figure disappeared.

So fast!

Smog's figure appeared behind the Sith in an instant, waved the ten hands in his hand, and ruthlessly hit Sith's neck.

He seemed to be repeating it thousands of times, and seemed very skillful.

"Burning escape, explosion of power!"

After all, Sith's physical skills are only at the level of a lower ninja to a middle ninja. He could not react at all in the face of Smog's super-high-speed attack, so he had to use the burning escape to passive defense.

Just as the ten hands were about to hit the Sith, a huge red fireball suddenly appeared and turned into a fire curtain, blocking Smog's face.

The temperature of the burning escape was very high, and even from a distance, Smog could feel the rolling heat waves above, forcing him to retreat temporarily.

Smog is a natural system, of course he is not afraid of burning escape. At most, elementalization cannot be achieved, but ten hands have no choice. This heat wave, can't you change the paint layer for ten hands?

Is this guy so hot?

Smog cursed in his heart, he underestimated his enemy a little. Of course, if he had calmed down and studied hard with Zefa for two years, he would not have been so passive today.

"Did you see it? Miss Daschi, have you seen it? My Sith is quite powerful. Do you really don't think about it?" Victor saw that the Sith had the upper hand and began to sell it to Daschi again.

Daski gave him a blank look and turned his head. He didn't want to talk to Victor now.

"When I come, I still want to leave, how easy is it?"

Sith looked at Smog's position, and four translucent four lines suddenly appeared in his hands and shot towards him.

The doctor Sith is a sarnasty. If he doesn't even know how to use both puppets, his face would be thrown to his grandma's house. If he changes to a pirate, although he can't do it as ever as ever as a chakra thread, it's really no problem to tie two people.

Thorn, hiss ~

The harsh metal friction sounded, and Smoger kept blocking the wire shot from the thrust with his ten hands, but the Sith's thread was too flexible. Even Smoger had worked hard and was entangled.

"Brother General Smoger, I should have told you that my strength is not as poor as you think."

Smoger frowned and looked at the thread on his arm, feeling that all his strength was being pulled away by the thread.

"Hailou Stone, you added Hailou Stone to the online!"

Smog finally changed his face. He was not careful, but unexpectedly he was secretly implicated by his fellow men.

"Bingo, I got the answer right, so what should you do now?"

As he said that, the Sith had his hands together.

"Burning Escape·Storming and Steaming!"

Don’t blame Sith for being too cruel. He has too few attacks to kill and damage a master like Smog. If you want to win, you can only rely on the newly acquired Burning Escape to give him a ruthless attack.

As Sith finished speaking, four or five large fireballs burning with red flames flashed across Smog's body, as if they wanted to take away all the moisture from him.

"Damn it, do you bastard want to kill me?"

Smoger almost used all his strength, and finally broke away from the steel wire before the fireball hit him, turning into a ball of white smoke in the air.

The smoke disappeared, and the brigadier general of the headquarters had long lost his former arrogance. He was half kneeling on the ground, and his body was a little embarrassed.

"Miss Daschi, did you see it, did you see it? Our Sith has killed him, and you really don't think about it? Although Sith sometimes does not do personnel, he is really a good person."

Victor started again. Although he could see that the Sith had the advantage at the moment, and his methods were not transparent, and he had a bad information. However, this did not affect him. Could a Shuriken eight hundred miles away be considered a fight?

Dasqi turned his head away, his eyes were a little cold, "No, thank you."

Smoger looked up at Sith. As a lieutenant, is this guy a little too strong?

Although he did not do his best, the power of these two attacks of Sith was so great that it was absolutely fine to be a lieutenant colonel or even a colonel.

"What are those guys in the human resources department doing? It's really a dereliction of duty to leave such guys here to eat dust. At the same age, this guy is a completely monster."

Smoger held his hands again, and murderous aura burst out in his eyes. He was serious.

call out!

The Sith felt the air around him explode.

He did not deploy his defense. He had nothing to threaten a natural system except the sea tower stone in his hand, especially when the natural system had given up on maintaining the weapon.

it's all over.

"Brother General Smoger, I admit defeat!"

With a disagreement, Sith directly chose to go offline, and the long sword in his hand was thrown to the ground by him. Ten hands that had already reached his forehead stopped in place. Smog felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

"Pick up the knife, the battle between us is not over yet."

The Sith spread his hands and shook his head to show his innocence, "No, it's over. Brigadier General Smog, I'm a little man. You, the brigade general, won't you, have you, have you?"

"You?" Smoger let out a long sigh and glared at him, "It's okay, we have a long time to wait until the headquarters."

"Haha, who knows?" Sith smiled, disregarded himself. He would soon switch to the special forces, and was affiliated with the Judicial Island and the General Staff. What does it have to do with him, a vulgar martial artist? If you want to deal with him, please wait!

Smack sex~

"It's really wonderful." Victor clapped his hands and came up with him. His fat face was greasy and smiled like that.

"Hmph." Smoger snorted coldly, glared at him, feeling that he had lost all his face, and said reluctantly: "We will leave overnight tonight, and ask Colonel Victor to help us prepare supplies."

Victor nodded. He was quite serious in doing serious things. "Please rest assured, as long as people take them away, there will definitely be enough supplies."

"Um."
Chapter completed!