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"Baga Yalu!"

Mitsui, the leader of the Japanese Super Self-Defense Force, slapped the armrest of the seat with a slap, and stood up with a break, "You bastard, who is the dog?!"

"Mom, I'm talking about you!"

Delima has also made a desperate attempt and cursed.

"You Japanese dog! Don't think that the president doesn't know. The purpose of your coming here is to see Wang Yan die!"

"Speaking of this, at the Youth Conference, your Ampsongxiu had the deepest relationship with that Satan apostle, and the ones who are most likely to collude with evil forces are you Japanese dogs!"

At present, all five major organizations are going to enter Southeast Asia, and even Han Hongbo has led the team directly to him. He Delima still refuses to admit defeat and stands in a good team, waiting for them to jointly clean up. Will he be doomed?

Besides, compared with the China National African Bureau, his Japanese Super Self-Defense Force is a bird?!

"Bastard! What are you talking nonsense?"

Behind Mitsui, Ampe Sonshui was secretly mocking Mitsui for being incompetent, but when he heard this, he suddenly stood up. The paper fan in his hand pointed directly at Southeast Asia President Delima, with a fierce look, as if he was about to kill the other party.

He did have collusion with the Apostle Satan in secret. Because of this, he now did not hesitate to contribute his family's pillar industry, and he became a slave by Mitsui, so he could barely rely on Mitsui to get rid of suspicion. If Delima made such a speculation and turned back to investigate many international forces, wouldn't he die without a place to die?

"Bang!"

A crisp slap sounded.

The angry Japanese leader Mitsui shook his hand and slapped Amber Zongxiu in the face, "Baga! Is there any part of your conversation here?"

"Hi!" Anpei Zongxiu took a breath and lowered her head silently, enduring all the anger and dissatisfaction in her heart. Only the murderous intent in her eyes seemed to tear the world apart.

He swore in his heart that all the things he lost now will be collected several times one day!

"Delima! Be careful when speaking. Our Japanese forces are innocent. When will they collude with the illegal people of the Satan sect?"

Mitsui turned around and stared at Delima, "We are here this time, just because we are friendly neighbors, to see if you have any help in your area, and it has nothing to do with that Gu Sheng!"

As the general trend is at this time, even if Mitsui dislikes China's non-profit, they have to accept it.

However, Delima was not grateful and said coldly: "Hmph, it sounds nice. As the leader of Japan, he can't even control his own mouth. Who knows if there is anything tainted by your hands?"

"You!" Mitsui was blocked in his chest with a breath of suffocation and could not speak. He had to turn around and stare at Ampei Zongxiu behind him.

The latter continued to lower his head and said nothing.

"Puff..."

Many people laughed out loud with the Indian power on the side.

"Look at it, the Japanese are like this. They look tough and arrogant, but when they really should be tough, they soften. Unlike our Dayin Kingdom, we..."

In the Indian team, the burly four-armed Rakshasa Dijang was talking big, but before he could finish his words, Delima started firing again.

"There is also the Indian country. They call themselves the most powerful country in Asia all day long, and the super organization also claims to be descendants of the gods. They have been threatening to trample on China. In my opinion, they are just stupid people. It is impossible for us in Southeast Asia to be with them!"

Anyway, Delima is already fearless. As long as she holds the thighs of China, her life will be much safer than following Japan and India, such as stupid things, to do things everywhere.

"Bastard, what did you say?" Wu Lai, the leader of the Indian team, stood up directly by the brahmanism's inner sect, and his old face turned red with a flushing face.

The elder, who has a high status in India, especially in Brahminism, has a second only to the goddess Indira, and the leader of the descendants of the gods of India. When he sees him, he will call him a senior.

Just such a senior expert, when was someone pointed at the nose and scolded the foolish guy in front of everyone? He was so angry that he even raised his blood pressure.

"Delima, I think you have taken the courage of Bear Heart and Leopard, and you dare to insult my master?!"

Four-armed Rakshasa Diran was the disciple adopted by Elder Wu Lai. At this time, he took a vicious step and vowed to get his face back for his master.

But at this moment, his eyes accidentally swept across the China National Bureau of Non-State Bureau, but with just one glance, a pair of eyes stuck there and could not be taken back.

I saw that in the team of the China National Fair Bureau, a stunning woman with fair skin and red gauze on her face, wearing a unified Chinese national suit and a red flag armband, walked out of the crowd slightly.

She stepped forward to Lei Hong's side, reached out to hold Lei Hong's arm, and her agile eyes looked at the Indian team with a little embarrassed.

Just this glance shattered the hearts of all Indians in an instant.

"God, Goddess, Your Highness..."

The four-armed Rakshasa Di made "Dingdun" take several steps backwards, his eyes widened, and his strong body, like a black iron tower, trembled slightly at this moment, and his heart fell apart at this moment, and there was no more shattering left.

And his master, Elder Wu Lai, was stunned at this time, with his back facing the sky, and tears flowing.

Their extremely noble symbol of gods, the Brahmin goddess, His Highness Indira Brahmin, were wearing Chinese clothes, Chinese armbands, and Chinese men's arms...

Their Goddess Princess ran away with the Chinese men!

"Wow!"

At this moment, hundreds of Indian superpowers on the scene, their hot hearts were all shattered by the ruthless reality.

For a moment, the Indian forces present were collectively trapped in endless grief and silence.

The Indian power was wiped out.

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"Since ancient times, we have admired Shangbang very much, and we have many Chinese in Southeast Asia. Speaking of which, Southeast Asia and China have had a relationship of one and a slim relationship since ancient times. From now on, we will follow the lead of China, firmly support the strategic policy of China, and resolutely safeguard China's international sovereignty!"

Delima ignored the affairs of the people of Yin. He patted his chest and sweared, "General Director Han, I am sincere. Please prove my innocence!"

Without any effort, Han Hongbo also said lightly: "We can talk about this later. Since you said you are just a spectator, can the security work around us be handed over to the stable duel? "

Delima breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly to agree: "Of course, of course, we Southeast Asia urgently need your help."

"Okay." Han Hongbo and the two saints, the Golden Lion Sword and the Desert Emperor looked at each other and nodded to each other.

The representatives of these four major forces are not surprised that Southeast Asian President Delima will switch to China, but as long as they belong to their own forces in the future, it will no longer be a problem whether it is to carry out churches or development activities in the future.

What we need to start now is to eradicate the cancer that has been rooted here for a long time!

"President Delima, your security work in Southeast Asia is really bad. Let's do it, we will be on the left."

The Holy Maiden Light spread its light wings and slightly soared into the air. The scepter in her hand then pointed slightly to the left. A hundred forces from the Holy See at the scene quickly surrounded the Big Stupa to the left.

"Then the right is ours."

The dark saint pointed gently under the feet of the feet, and a pair of blood-colored bat wings were expanded, and she was like a magnificent black flower, three feet above the ground, suspended on the ground.

Behind her, a group of young heroes from the Dark Council surrounded the right side of the Big Stupa.

The Desert Emperor and the Golden Lion Sword also looked at each other, "Then I will leave it to you and me on both sides."

In a blink of an eye, five or six hundred wizard deceased soldiers gathered under the big pagoda. The last disciple of the Gu Saint, Knu, and the wizard master, were all blocked from all directions.

"These juniors are really polite to me, the old guy. They gave them all to us." Han Hongbo smiled faintly, then turned around and faced the young heroes of the non-country bureau. "Next, I'll give them to you young people."

"Gee, a small matter." Wu Ya'ange pulled out two daggers from his waist, and smiled with a cold look on his face, "I think they are not enough to kill."

"It's finally our turn." Baoxiong and Lei Bo took the lead.

The other young seniors from the Guofei Bureau also brought some new players and divided them into more than ten small teams, step by step towards the witchcraft led by Knu.

Faced with the approaching forces of the five countries, the great witchcraft master Knu felt lost in his heart and his scalp was numb.

"It's over, it turns out that all this is a trap. We and our master are fooled by the Son of Fire!"

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On the other side, at a height of nearly 10,000 meters, Gu Saint Tesol and the son of the flame Wang Yan were hanging in the air, quietly confronting each other.

The air here is thin, the blue sky is like washing, and white clouds float at the feet of both of them.

The Gu Sheng hung his hands in the air, his eyes flowing, and the powerful power surging in his body seemed to have merged with the sky of thousands of miles. The mental power that was surging was like a big net, locking Wang Yan in all directions, as if the other party was just a toy in his hand. As long as he used a little force, he could pinch him to death.

"Son of Fire, you can no longer escape from my palm, but I can be very compassionate and let you choose a way to die." The Gu Sheng said with a hoarse voice and a harsh look on his face, "Tell me, Son of Fire, this will be your last word on earth."

"You don't have to worry about my way of dying. You, old man, should you care more about your last apprentice."

Wang Yan weighed a war hammer in his hand, and the words were calm and gentle, without any pain or itch.

But as soon as he finished speaking, there were already shrill fighting sounds and painful howlings of witchcraft soldiers at the location of the Big Stupa at a height of ten thousand meters.

Although this sound is small, with the current strength of Gu Sheng and Wang Yan, they can still be clearly captured in their ears.

The Gu Sheng's face changed drastically, and the laughter in his throat suddenly stopped. His eyes that looked at Wang Yan were wide and wide, with fear and anger in his eyes.

"Damn it, you're cheating!"

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Chapter completed!