"Beep beep beep..."

"Hello?"

The owner of this eye picked up a communicator.

"Have you checked it out?...Really?...I understand..."

After putting down the communicator, he stared in that direction with a sneer: "Miracle team? Unfortunately... there is no miracle this time... However, we can wait and see how long you can last... let's see what Ling Mo has.

Confident enough to dare to personally take action in this situation..."

"This will be your burial place..."

He turned around suddenly and said to the dozens of team members standing behind him: "And this time, we will win!"

"We must win!" the team members replied in unison.

They all wore the same camouflage uniforms, the same weapons and equipment, and most of them still had blood dripping from the tips of their knives.

This town has been emptied by them... replaced by a huge trap...

"Hehe... This kind of morale-boosting method doesn't need to be used on us..."

As a laugh came, fifteen figures suddenly emerged from the shadows.

One of them was holding his glasses, pushing them up and said: "After all... we are the real main force..."

"Falcon Squad..." The person holding the communicator smiled slightly, "Then it's up to you." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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