Supreme Psychic Power - The Claw of the Son and the Grandson

Wang Sen grabbed Jonson's crotch with a squeak, and grabbed Jonson's crotch hard. Jonson immediately screamed, holding his crotch, and exclaimed in pain, "Wang, you will make you lose your son and grandson like this!"

"That's better than being beaten into a hornet's nest." Wang Sen ignored him and held the saber in his hand. Jonson was about to make a long talk on this issue, but Wang Sen blocked his mouth. "Don't shout, wait until they get closer, you..." As he said that, he made a choking gesture, Jonson nodded vigorously, "Okay, I think I can."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Sen slapped the back of his head. Jonson grinned in pain, wanting to have an attack but still holding it back.

A soldier gasped and crawled into the bushes. They had just heard a scream from the bushes and searched in the sound. Although his troops were fighting with the BK mercenaries three hundred meters ahead, they always remembered their mission: to capture any bad guy who dared to infiltrate and capture him in front of Commander Lin.

The appearance of this soldier put a lot of psychological pressure on the BK elements on the defensive flanks. It seems that the enemies who came to attack were not a small force, but a large force. Perhaps the frontal battlefield that was fighting fiercely is full of smoke bombs released by the enemy. Their offensive focus has shifted to the flanks? Do you want to give us a beautiful left hook?

Sergeant Tom, the leader of the team, couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this. He immediately called for the support of the helicopter. In less than three minutes, a helicopter flew over and hovered over them. The machine gun kept ringing, completely suppressing the sneak attack team led by Long Shicai under the hillside.

The front had already made a pot of porridge, and Wang Sen was not idle either. He and Jonson hid in the bushes, their eyes were always kept away from the soldiers searching. He pulled a cold slap and pounced on them, and with one knife they killed them. In less than three minutes, eight soldiers fell into the bushes. Wang Sen collected all the ak47 rifles they carried, picked out 90% of the new ones in his hand, and found several bamboo rice from them, knocked them on the stone, and started eating them with wild fruits.

"How to eat this thing?" Jonson grabbed a piece of bamboo tube that was thick with his wrists in his hand and looked at both ends. Finally, he picked up a branch from the ground, sharpened it with a bayonet, and sliced ​​the rice inside out and stuffed it into his mouth little by little.

"You are as stupid as a pig." Wang Sen smiled helplessly, grabbed the bamboo tube and kowtowed on the stone. Only then did Jon Sen realize that it was like this food!

After eating and drinking, Wang Sen continued to lie on the hillside to observe the battle situation between the two sides. Jonson also lay down and pretended to be an expert to tell Wang Sen what linear surrounds and circular defenses were. Wang Sen smiled after hearing this, "Do you know how to intersperse V-shaped offensives and detours?"

"Hmm?" Jonson was stunned. He had no idea that these two tactics were god-like. He was stunned for a while and asked, "Did you create it yourself?"

"No, but this tactic once beat you up in the Korean Peninsula." Wang Sen said proudly, "It seems that you are very contemptuous of this tactic! Why don't we try it today?"

"I remembered it, but your tactics require scouts to die. It's too inhumane. I won't do it!" Jonson shouted with his neck. Wang Sen was stunned, and then laughed, "Okay, let them fight by themselves, I'm going home." He said that, and stood up and left, but was stopped by Jonson, "I hope you can do something for me."

"You know, we Chinese have a saying that "no profit, no early rise." Our friendship has not yet deepened to the point where we can help you work hard without paying money!" Although Wang Sen's face was smiling, his words were very vicious. Jonson frowned, "Okay, tell me, what do you want?"

"The information about the nuclear weapons you got from Vera." Wang Sen rubbed his nose and said, "A full set of information."

Jonson hesitated for a while, and finally nodded as if he had made up some determination, took out a U disk from his pocket and handed it to Wang Sen's hand, "The information is all here, can we talk about it now?"

"It's so refreshing!" Wang Sen put away the U-Disk, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He patted his shoulder and said, "If you have difficulties, you can speak. We are brothers, don't be dissatisfied!"

Jonson finally understood what shamelessness is.

"Did you see those mercenaries?" Jonson lay not far from the position and pointed at both sides who were still fighting fiercely. "Those mercenaries are my subordinates. They only obey my orders. If you can safely cover me over, I can control them all and lead them to do what I want."

"It also includes killing McDonald?" Wang Sen couldn't help asking. Jonson nodded hard and hit the ground with his fist. "If you don't kill him, God will punish me for this."

"God is so busy." Wang Sen said with deep emotion. Jonson ignored him. His brown eyes paid close attention to the battle situation in front of him. Now the BK organization has attacked the camp of the Fourth Division. Both sides are fighting fiercely, but anyone with discerning eyes has seen that the Fourth Division can no longer withstand it.

However, on the flank, Long Shicai's attack was still very fierce, and the two sides were in a stalemate. Wang Sen's mission was to restrain Long Shicai's small army and cover Jonson to rush into the BK camp.

Although Wang Sen was extremely despised Jonson's character, he claimed to be a person who valued credit for contracts. Since both parties had agreed, he could only help him cross the line of fire.

Long Shicai’s fault lies in the support of mortars. This 60 mortar, which only requires two people to operate, is lightweight, powerful and easy to operate. The design concept based on the fool-style can allow any farmer who is ignorant of big words to learn how to shoot a promising entertainment project in a short period of time. The gift of a gift of one shot will not be another. There are also exquisite small gifts such as shell shells!

"The enemy's mortars are very fierce." Wang Sen said, and Jonson nodded, "It's ready to start, remember to cover me."

"Don't worry! How could a person as pure as me do such dirty things as shooting a black gun?" Wang Sen said innocently, and Jonson curled his lips, not agreeing with this.

Wang Sen first shot a short shot to attract the attention of Long Shicai's troops. The enemy's firepower was immediately divided into part to deal with him. Faced with the enemy's fierce shelling, Wang Sen dodged left and right in the bushes, and occasionally took a loophole to fight back.

Taking advantage of the enemy's firepower transfer, Jonson ran out with his waist. The standard speed of his movements made Wang Sen unable to help but praise him. Jonson was indeed a soldier trained by the Marine Corps, and his basic tactical movements were perfect to be flawless.

It's just that people are too stupid.

Wang Sen fired several magazines in one breath. Although the hit rate was not high, it also played a role in attracting the enemy's firepower. Now Long Shicai ordered a recoilless cannon to be transferred to deal with Wang Sen. They didn't want to be surrounded by others and sneak attacked on the flanks.

However, Wang Sen's speed was too fast, and the recoilless cannon could not aim and shoot at all. At this time, Jonson had already crossed the line of fire at the battle between the two sides and rushed towards the camp of the Fourth Division.

"It's done!" Wang Sen shot down the gunner with a shot, looked at Jonson's disappearing figure, and took a breath with relief. Then he turned around and returned to the bushes. Since everyone was fighting so lively, why didn't I transfer the security guards out to practice and get a piece of the pie? Little did he know that there was a advantage but no pure fool!

Jonson tried his best and finally rushed into the temporary command of BK's battlefield in the rain of bullets. The first person he saw was MacDonald. Yes, it was MacDonald, who was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face, who was analyzing the battle situation according to the electronic map sent back by the helicopter. At present, three reinforcements from the enemy are coming quickly. It seems that we must seize the time to end the battle.

"Mr. MacDonald, I think our affairs should be settled." Jonson walked in swaggeringly, following him with more than a dozen of his own irons, and the guys who had been stripped of their pants last time. They originally thought that the headquarters was biased in handling Jonson. Jonson was a good battlefield commander, but he just couldn't deal with bureaucrats.

"It's you?" McDonald helped out his ragged glasses and snorted coldly, "Our helicopter didn't kill you just now?"

"You should be eliminated." Jonson retorted, raised the rifle in his hand and pointed it at MacDonald's head. "I almost forgot that you are now the president of Southeast Asia, but I think you will say goodbye to the world soon. If you are very obedient, hand over the command of the troops immediately! Otherwise I will beat you to death!"

"Okay!" MacDonald raised his hand high and winked at the men. Everyone took out guns to look at each other's heads. As long as one shot, blood would flow into a river.

The war between the two sides was about to break out, but McDonald still held back, although there were more people standing on his side. He coughed, "Carl, are you willing to betray the headquarters' orders? Believe me, come on my side! Jonson has been fired by the headquarters, and now he is a rioter."

"I will explain this to the headquarters. I want to let the tens of thousands of mercenaries in the BK organization know what a shameless pagan, thief, liar! You are the one who betrayed us!" Jonson put several big hats on MacDonald in one breath. MacDonald lowered his glasses disapprovingly, "Okay, I respect your right to speak, but don't forget that I am the official dispatched by the headquarters, and you are just a traitor! You should know what the punishment for traitors in the organization! Now, Carl, Jimmy, Andry, are you sure you want to accompany him to die?"
Chapter completed!