Chapter 524 Last Words

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2:30 p.m.

Los Angeles, east side of San Gabriel Valley.

The atmosphere of war has completely enveloped this Los Angeles Chinese gathering place, The eastern region of Saint Gabriel Valley, which was almost ruined, began to emit the most dazzling light before it completely became history. Death and blood, howls and battles, war and sin, and all the colors that had nothing to do with beauty had completely rendered this place into an Asura hell in just a few hours.

Fallen buildings, Broken streets, a disintegrated car, Burning flames, All sorts of corpses were piled up in every corner, Chinese, police, Soldiers, civilians, Blood was everywhere, The scarlet liquid flowed unscrupulously on the ground, They formed strange patterns one after another. The blazing flames burned with blood, and the air carried an indescribable smell. A few hours ago, the bustling East St Gabriel's Valley of Los Angeles was now filled with the aura of death. The still rumbling gunfire and gunshots seemed to be the only sound in the world.

Xuanyuan Qingchen took a deep breath. His stamina had reached its limit, His lungs seemed to be completely overdrawn. Every time he breathed, his internal organs would feel a burst of burning pain. Normally, the image-conscious spokesperson of the Xuanyuan Clan was covered in blood. His body was drenched in thick sweat, and his clothes were drenched in blood. He was sticking to his body. He was sticky, hot, and unspeakably uncomfortable.

Beneath him was a garbage dump.

All sorts of rubbish piled up together, emitting an indescribable smell. Xuanyuan Qingchen lay on the rubbish dump with a face that was not even as gray as a homeless man. He allowed the smell of rubbish to surround him, not moving at all, constantly adjusting his breathing.

"Boss Xuanyuan, drink some water."

A burly figure walked over to Xuanyuan Qingchen and handed him half a bottle of mineral water. His tone carried undisguised respect.

This respect was not only for the strength of the X-class expert that he had just displayed, but also for what he had done several times in a critical situation.

Twenty-five consul members followed Xuanyuan Qingchen to Los Angeles. There are still fifteen left, Ten people died in battle, Not a single seriously wounded man, But without Xuanyuan Qingchen, I'm afraid they won't even have ten left now, At the most critical moment, Always Xuanyuan Qingchen pounced over, Kill and save, Driving the entire team to flee, In just a few hours, Almost all the survivors acknowledged Xuanyuan Qingchen's leadership, Instead of following Xuanyuan Qingchen's orders due to the War God King's orders, Especially the few consul warriors he had just personally rescued, He was even more grateful in his heart. In their hearts, they even began to think about the possibility of Xuanyuan Qingchen becoming another deputy consul in the consul corps. Just like the boss of Wang Jianghu, if this goal could be achieved, then the consul corps would have one World-shaking Level Expert and two X-level Experts. This was equivalent to completely suppressing the law enforcement squad of their brother corps.

"Don't worry about me. Drink. Take time to rest. We have at most five minutes."

Xuanyuan Qingchen waved his hand and sat up from the rubbish dump. His voice was hoarse, but it was still calm.

If his saving and humility were to bribe the hearts of the people, That would be too heart-chilling. In fact, Xuanyuan Qingchen had always been such a person. To be recognized by everyone in the Xuanyuan Clan, including Xuanyuan Qinghuan, as Eldest Senior Brother, He definitely wasn't just relying on X-class strength, Most of the time, every Xuanyuan Clan warrior who was on duty with him could feel the care and concern of this big brother. This could be said to be Xuanyuan Qingchen's personal style. At the highest level, it was precisely this kind of quality that caused him to be loved by everyone in the Xuanyuan Clan.

"Boss, we've already drunk it. And if anyone wants to drink water, there's plenty here."

The burly consul soldier threw half of the bottle of mineral water in his hand to Xuanyuan Qingchen. He casually kicked the garbage heap beneath his feet, but to no avail. He changed his position and found another half bottle of mineral water under the heavy garbage heap. He calmly bent down and picked it up, twisted it open, poured it into his stomach, and chuckled, "Sometimes, garbage heap is also a good place."

Xuanyuan Qingchen was silent. He held the water in his hand and his eyes were somewhat absent-minded. He vaguely remembered when he had just debuted. At that time, the dignity and image of an expert were all dog shit that had already been thrown into the stinking ditch. Being able to survive was the greatest victory and progress. How else could he have the strength to think about it?

At his most difficult time, he had eaten bark and snakes and insects on the ground. He seemed to have rummaged through the rubbish dump in search of food and water that could sustain his life. Some people might have a simple life, but for some people, to survive was to abandon everything and step on their dignity and dignity before they had a chance.

As his strength increased, Xuanyuan Qingchen's position in the Xuanyuan Clan became more and more stable. After becoming an X-class expert, he cared more about his image and face. But now that he was in a desperate situation, he suddenly realized that he had become the kind of person he despised the most when he was young.

Survival turned into life, and his mentality began to slowly degenerate.

As long as he was alive, what was there that he couldn't let go of?

Xuanyuan Qingchen smiled. He unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and poured more than half of the bottle into it. The cool liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach. Xuanyuan Qingchen's exhausted spirit trembled and he seemed to have gained some strength.

"Have you rested enough?"

Xuanyuan Qingchen stood up and looked at the remaining fifteen consul warriors. The rage of being betrayed surged in his heart, but his eyes were even colder and crazier than before.

He had experienced this kind of madness when he was young.

Lin Xuanyuan had one too.

Xuanyuan Qinghuan had one before.

Even the consul warriors standing in front of him had done so.

All those who were forced to struggle by fate had experienced this kind of hysterical madness.

It was as if in an instant, Xuanyuan Qingchen had returned to the crazy mentality he had when he was young many years ago.

In silence, the fifteen members of the consul stood up, murderous intent surging in this corner filled with rubbish.

Everyone understood the current situation.

Now that their betrayal has become a fact that requires no evidence, The U.S. Side was clearly well prepared for this. After several hours of breaking out of the encirclement, with their strength, they had already killed off the ordinary army and police. However, they were still trapped in this area. The only reason was that there were too many enemies, so many that they could not even kill them with their strength.

The US side had sent hundreds of thousands of men to this encirclement and suppression. From the outbreak of the battle until now, at least several thousand people had died in the US side. However, the number of enemies did not seem to have decreased at all. Instead, it was still increasing.

Whether it was breaking through to San Francisco or continuing to hide in Los Angeles, they had to break through the enemy's defenses and break out of the enemy's encirclement.

However, it seemed that the chances of completing such a mission had begun to decrease infinitely.

They couldn't leave.

"Is anyone afraid of death?"

Xuanyuan Qingchen suddenly asked. He looked at the fifteen consul warriors in front of him. Before they could reply, he smiled and said, "It's useless to be afraid of death. In today's situation, the chances of survival are basically the same as winning a lottery ticket. I guess none of us have that kind of luck."

Everyone burst into laughter.

The laughter was filled with a bitter yet calm smell.

Afraid of death?

Ever since the establishment of the royal family, this word had never appeared on any royal family member.

"We all received orders from His Highness before we came, Coming to Los Angeles, The only purpose is to destroy, Killing, setting fire, No matter how big the ruckus is, to attract the attention of the United States, forcing the U.S. Capital to split up, It's just that we're unlucky, "We were surrounded as soon as we arrived. Otherwise, we would have been hiding here and there. It would be impossible for those rookies who surrounded us to catch us. It seems that it is already very difficult for us to split up the troops in the capital of the United States, but we can still attract their attention and shock them. We can still do it if we feel heartache, right?"

Xuanyuan Qingchen said softly.

"Kill!"

Everyone's response was straightforward and uniform.

"Very good. Everyone, check your weapons and ammunition and be prepared to set fire. If there is really no hope, then start setting fire."

Xuanyuan Qingchen said calmly.

Arson!

A large fire could indeed cause heavy losses to the Rice Army that surrounded them. However, in the encircled environment, setting fire on their own initiative was equivalent to blocking their last path. Or perhaps, this was simply courting death.

Everyone's eyes were firm as they nodded heavily.

'"Whoever has a last word, say what you need to say. Even if no one hears it, it's still good to vent it. And if any of our brothers survive, they can help us fulfill our wishes."

Xuanyuan Qingchen's smile became even calmer.

In the distance, the sound of artillery fire approached.

The roar of helicopter spiral wings became clearer and clearer.

The fifteen warriors looked at each other without saying a word.

To them, there were only two things in life. Fighting, living, and last words before they died? This style doesn't suit them at all.

"Looks like no one has any last words."

Xuanyuan Qingchen shook his head and picked up a submachine gun that he had just seized from the enemy. He smiled and said, "Then let me say something. If anyone can survive today, help me bring a message to your War God King. Tell him what I said: F*ck him!"

As he spoke, Xuanyuan Qingchen rushed out with his submachine gun!

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