Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"Hey--" Eight bullets hit the body of Mike steadily, only to hear a scream of screams.

Mike was so **** and went straight down.

He rolled his eyes and spit out dark black blood in his mouth. Before he died, he was a terrified look.

"The eight bullets he was hit are returned to you." Luo slammed his eyes and blinked. He didn't have a slight temperature in his tone. He was going to swallow. Mike said, "I want to protect people, you are not qualified." Injure him. Injury him, this life, you have to stay."

As soon as the voice fell, Mike’s head slammed and broke.

Before he died, his hand still held the money tightly. I don't know if the money will go to the land, he can still use it.

At the same time, after Lu Bo saw this scene, he took two steps back. Then he screamed and asked for help: "Let me let me go... let me go... all the bombs he put, the people he killed... he should go to hell. I beg you to spare me, spare me. Ok..."

"Lu Bo, the squadron leader of the Silver Soul Division, can't be overwhelmed by the people who betray the motherland." Luo said coldly and coldly, "I won't let you die so easily."

The sound fell, she leaped with a phoenix dance sword and attacked in his direction.

Such an ancient sword, at this time, represents a kind of punishment. For those who betray the country and betray the people, death is already a necessity, and the rest is just how to die.

Each of her sword stabbed on Lubo with a faint anger, and her face flashed in the face of the North.

The way he smiles, the way he looks when he is, the way he looks when he is serious, the way he looks at the battlefield.

She could almost imagine how uncomfortable when he knew that his teammates were actually traitors.

I once pointed at the enemy's muzzle and now I am aiming at myself.

For the sake of money, desperate killing, even the children are not let go.

This traitor is terrible than the devil of hell.

After the eighty-eighth sword, Lubo fell down weakly, and the pain made him unable to say a word.

Although Luo Dust has opened so many wounds, he is not hurting the skin, will not lose too much blood, and will not hurt the death.

Some are just endless pains, no survival, no death.

"Hey--" Just as Luo was going to take Lubo back, the familiar voice came out of the intercom.

"Luo Dust, you give me back -"

Good, gentle, anxious, slightly cool sound.

sounds so good……

"Cough - Luo Shen call, Luo Shen call. Two escaped enemies were found in Wushan. The leader of the armed group has been killed, as for your squadron leader..." Speaking here, Luo Dust stopped for a moment and looked at it. Lu Bo, who had a painful expression on the ground, immediately changed his words: "As for the traitors of the motherland, bring them back!"

"Standing in the place, I am going to find you." When the North was pale, the whole body was covered with wounds, but he did not hesitate to pick up the jacket next to him and planned to pick her up.

"Cough - those two people stopped me from your captain." Luo Dust scorned the intercom: "His life can be saved by my hard work, but I can't send it back to the prince." There!"

For a long time, after the long walk of the walkie-talkie, the voice of the North compromised: "You are coming back..."