Binglin Comics

The sound of gunfire outside the cave became thicker and louder, causing Chen Hao to glance outside.

"Ethan, stay here, I'll go help him."

When he walked out of the cave, he saw that Stark, who was driving the first-generation aircraft, was suppressed by machine guns and flamethrowers and was unable to move.

Stark's first-generation machine had no protection for the eyes.

This group of armed men fired for a long time, but they failed to score any hits, which shows that their accuracy and IQ are not very high.

Chen Hao raised his hand and sprayed out an ice pick, quickly killing two heavy machine gunners and relieving Stark's pressure.

He felt no guilt at all for killing these militants.

If you don’t kill these militants, why don’t you keep them for the New Year?

Soon, several heavy machine gunners fell to the ground, causing some militants to shoot at Chen Hao.

Such a move greatly weakened the firepower network and allowed Stark to breathe.

He ran out of the flames, raised his right hand, and fired a small missile at the camp's guard tower, causing a blaze of flames and miserable howls.

"Stark, you take Ethan away, I'll clear the place."

In front of ordinary people, Chen Hao, who has the ability to absorb rebounds, is like a god descending and quickly annihilates all the resisting enemy forces in the camp.

Arriving at a high slope, Chen Hao looked around.

At the eleven o'clock position, about 700 to 800 meters away, there was a group of armed men fleeing in their cars.

Looking back at the camp that had been reduced to a sea of ​​flames, without a car, I was afraid that I would not be able to catch up with this group of people.

After going down the high slope, Stark just carried Ethan out.

"Ethan, hold on. When we get back to New York, I'll introduce you to the best girls in Vanity Fair."

Ethan smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say.

Seeing that Stark's first-generation machine began to squat down and had the momentum to soar into the sky, Chen Hao hurriedly spoke to stop it.

"Don't fly"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Stark carried Ethan and rushed into the air. Due to insufficient fuel, the first-generation aircraft fluttered in the air a few times and then fell down the high slope.

Fortunately, Chen Hao reacted in time and sprayed ice cubes like slides to slow down the falling momentum of the first-generation aircraft.

Otherwise, according to the flying height, Stark would be dizzy at most, and Ethan would probably be choked.

Seeing the first-generation machine falling down, Chen Hao stepped forward.

He squatted and checked Ethan's injuries. He fainted and was still breathing. The wound simply didn't burst.

With a sigh of relief, Chen Hao waved his hand to release the condensed freezing air, freezing the scattered parts of the first-generation machine.

The materials of the first-generation machine were very common, far inferior to the alloy of the second-generation machine, so it was not that difficult to destroy.

Stark's head was a little dizzy. He opened his mask and looked at Chen Hao strangely: "What are you doing?"

Chen Hao turned back: "Do you want to leave these to the US military or the militants?"

After hearing this explanation, Stark suddenly realized.

He did forget that.

"Thank you."

Chen Hao just smiled and didn't respond.

Many parts were destroyed, and even if they were taken away by terrorists or the US military afterwards, a complete machine body would still not be pieced together.

After all, the first-generation machine is not a jigsaw puzzle. As long as two symmetrical parts are damaged, it will take a long time to repair.

Not long after, the roar of US military F-series fighter jets came from the sky.

Stark fell to the sand and was quickly found.

His good friend, Colonel James Roddy, head of the U.S. Armed Forces, hurried over with the U.S. military.

"Save people first."

Stark sat on the sand, looked at Rody, and smiled at each other.

Rody tilted his head and signaled that the US military would come forward and take Ethan away on a stretcher.

"There is a group of militants running away in that direction. We need to get rid of them." Chen Hao pointed to the deserter route he just discovered.

Rody glanced at Chen Hao warily. He did not recognize the Asian man in front of him.

Stark stood up and dusted himself off: "Listen to him, Roddy."

Rody frowned and shook his head: "No, the attack application has not been approved. This does not comply with the regulations."

"By the time your approval comes, the day lilies will be cold."

Chen Hao scoffed, not caring about Roddy's cold face: "Send a car to wipe your ass."

"you"

Seeing that Rody was a little angry, Stark came over and patted him on the shoulder: "He saved me. Send one."

After hearing what Stark said, Rody's expression softened slightly and he took out his walkie-talkie.

Not long after, two military jeeps in sand camouflage colors drove over.

"Get out of the car." Rody ordered.

"Yes, Colonel." After hearing the order, several American soldiers in the car got out of the car.

"The car is here, do you want a gun?" Roddy had no intention of stopping the Asian man's act of suicide.

There was still caution in his eyes.

It was not easy for this Asian man to rescue Stark from a heavily armed camp.

"No, thank you."

Chen Hao had never driven a jeep before, so he fiddled around for a while after getting in the car.

The American soldier standing aside had dissatisfaction in his eyes and complained: "Don't break it."

By coincidence, these words fell into Stark's ears.

He looked slightly unhappy, then looked at Chen Hao with a smile: "I bought this car, you can use it as you wish."

If you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Chen Hao shrugged, not too surprised.

After getting into another military jeep, Stark stuck his head out and looked at Chen Hao: "We are going to Bagnan Air Force Base, do you want to wait for you?"

"Just wait for me for an hour. I'll be right back."

"it is good."

After saying that, Chen Hao started the engine and headed west.

We are currently in the Kuna Province of Afghanistan. The roads are narrow and many places are filled with rolling hills.

Chen Hao stepped on the accelerator and experienced the feeling of racing in the desert.

About twenty minutes later, Chen Hao came to a camp hidden in the valley.

The vehicles used by the militants to escape were parked outside the valley.

At this moment, they were moving supplies on the vehicle and were a little busy.

Most militants are like this. They have three caves and a lot of preparations in the camp. They only need to take away supplies every time they move.

The leader was none other than the bald eagle Hook Nose who pretended to be dead and escaped from the cave.

Chen Hao's eyes lit up when he saw the other party.

The bald eagle with a hooked nose also reacted immediately.

"alas ya struggle" kill him

All kinds of rifle and machine gun bullets sprayed out, and they were all absorbed and counterattacked.

In front of Chen Hao, these frightened sand gods of death were completely reduced to lambs to be slaughtered.

Taking an AK from the corpse, Chen Hao also became addicted to shooting.

It's just that the recoil of this AK is too much, much greater than in the chicken game.

After firing a row of magazines, the accuracy is not good, and I can't hold it down. It's not as convenient as an ice pick.

Chen Hao soon got tired of playing and threw away the ak.

The bald, hook-nosed man was being watched closely and could not pretend to be dead and escape. He tried to escape in a car, but before he could start the engine, the tires were all punctured by ice.

"what"

Seeing Chen Hao approaching, the bald eagle with a hooked nose let out a strange scream and kept firing with his pistol, but unfortunately it had no effect.

With a wave of his hand, the ice pick shot out and pinned him to the car seat.

In less than five minutes, the only remaining militants in the valley were dead.

Chen Hao kicked over the gasoline barrels they had not finished transporting, causing them to flow all over the floor.

Picking up a rifle, he returned to the military jeep and used the sparks from the bullet to ignite the gasoline in the distance.

boom

The gasoline detonated the car.

Flames soared into the sky, a sea of ​​fire.

Chen Hao drove away in his jeep without looking back.