What is a demon like?

Some people say that the demon must look hideous and terrifying, and always has a smell of odor, as if he can tear off a piece of meat from your body at any time and then eat you up.

But is the devil really like this? At least Li Fei knows that this will definitely not be the case.

In today's world, it is hard for a simple world to imagine what a demon is like. Back then, ** could shoot a mayor and a red generation just for 20,000 yuan, and there was no soil for demons to grow here.

But it was different after thirty-three years. After thirty-three years, social wealth increased sharply. The world of bright lights and wine enriched people's material life, but at the same time it also gave the demons a real soil for growth.

In the future, there will be bureaucrats who often embezzle tens of millions of millions of yuan, in the future, there will be shameless businessmen who use trichlorocyanam to destroy the flowers of our motherland, and in the future, there will be a combination of officials and businessmen who have demolished their own houses for their own personal gain...

These people can only be described as demons!

But Li Fei was very clear that these people were not as ugly as the demons in people's impression. They were hypocritical, and they even had the false name of charity and often liked to use the "elite of the times" to seal them. Therefore, the demons were really not determined by their appearance, but by such literary style!

Li Fei thought that perhaps the dead woman also felt that the writing style at this time was possessed by a demon.

However, Wen Feng, the "demon", has an essential difference compared with those officials and businessmen who bullied the people in later generations. At least Li Fei believes that Wen Feng will never bully his compatriots. If he can treat his people very well like Usa thirty-three years later, and then bully and oppress other countries to seek benefits for himself, Li Fei still likes and appreciates this kind of demon in his heart.

"Damn it, you can mess with anyone, you want to mess with him!"

But what Li Fei hated was when Wen Feng became such a demon, and why was it now? If that little madman went crazy, how could he go back? So he gritted his teeth and looked at the woman who was beaten into a sieve but was ignored but couldn't help but curse.

At this time, Wen Feng really didn't look like a demon. At least when he snatched Li Fei's gun and shot this helpless woman cruelly, his expression was so calm that it was scary that he could not even see anger and grief on his face.

When the violent bullets drove the woman flying in the air into a sieve, all the magazines were shot out, and Wen Feng handed the gun to Li Fei without saying a word.

"Squad 1 is responsible for the alert, Squad 2 is resting on the spot, Squad 3 and Squad 9 deal with the injured comrades. Squad 9 of Heavy Machine Guns are represented by Comrade Xiao Wu, and several squad leaders come with me!"

The clattering gunshots shocked the soldiers in the platoon. They heard Wen Feng's roar at the Vietnamese woman. They had never seen Wen Feng so angry. The platoon leader was either unpredictable and made people feel cold to the bone.

But when the gunfire sounded, no one of the soldiers stopped them, because they understood the style of writing at this time. If they were in the position of the style of writing, they might only do more than him. Faced with such tragic but incomprehensible casualties, let the tmd battlefield discipline go to hell, this is almost all the voices of all the soldiers present.

The bloody killing did not make the soldiers in the platoon have any bad views on the literary style, and it gave people the feeling that it was just the opposite. Wen Feng's decisive behavior of torture and killing Vietnamese women at this moment actually made the soldiers in the platoon agree with it.

So when Wen Feng calmly issued this order to the entire squad, the soldiers of each squad began to implement it consciously. Several squad leaders followed Wen Feng with heavy steps but extremely firmness. At this time, even if Wen Feng told them to die, they might not say anything.

"Ma, mad woman, do you really think you are a hero? No...wrong, you are a sinner in Vietnam!"

Li Fei looked at all this with an extremely complicated gaze. Only he knew that although Wen Feng looked very calm, his blood-devouring eyes and the madness contained in it were as violent as the tsunami. Looking at Wen Feng's upright decisiveness wrapped in his back, he finally sighed, and then muttered pity to the Vietnamese woman who had been shot in a random manner:

"Because you opened the door of the demon, you let the tribe members who are still alive always be in a nightmare..."

"But, Brother Feng! Why are you so serious? Even if we are not here, will they die still die?"

But to be honest, Li Fei was very dissatisfied with Wen Feng's anger and decision. In his eyes, the so-called comrades and leaders in front of him were actually as unreal as a dream.

The people in front of him seem to have nothing to do with him thirty-three years later. Li Fei even feels unable to communicate with his ideas and ideas. People these days are actually no different from NPCs in the game. Damn it is found that they are all stubborn, and even beauties dare not appreciate them.

"Oh, it's a pity that such a beautiful woman. This game is so tmd fucking. Such a real NPC. What a wonderful thing it would be if he could put him in his pet space..."

Rather than saying that Li Fei had a hint of regret on his face, he was for the sacrifice of the deputy company commander Liao Wuyang or his injured comrade, it was better to say that this guy was more sad about the beauty in front of him who was beaten into a sieve.

In the future, in addition to putting on heavy makeup and wearing less clothes, it will twist its butt, which is also called "beauty", such as the beautiful Vietnamese agent, a pure natural environmentally friendly high-end species, has long been the private property of the "devil" in the future. Li Fei believes that he finally met one here, but it is really unpleasant to be destroyed by the literary style.

"Brother, I still want to go back. Please don't be so serious? TMD is just a game here. Would you cry for a machine gunner who died in StarCraft?"

Li Fei always thought that they just wanted to be in a space with just games, and it was difficult to be afraid of time travel. Here he knew the pain and could also be a beauties, but he didn't feel like he could really enjoy a comfortable life after thirty-three years. In more than a month, he was almost fed up with some local buns like NPC.

"Crazy, this kid is just a lunatic. He also wants to be a lunatic in the game!"

But Li Fei, who knew very well about Wenfeng, knew that all this was his fantasy. He didn't know where Liao Wuyang's death stimulated Wenfeng. He only knew that once the little madman decided to do something, the little madman would definitely come up with feasible ways to achieve the madness in his heart.

"Cheating, this kid will definitely cheat, and he will cheat wildly!"

Looking at Wen Feng having a fierce discussion with four squad leaders under a big tree in the small village in the distance, Li Fei even thought of what Wen Feng would do, but at this time he could only pity himself and cry secretly!

He regrets it, why did he become a best friend with such a lunatic? Even if this guy is very brotherly in many cases...

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Chapter completed!