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"Well... is it an illusion?"

Charlie turned his head and looked in the direction of the car window. She seemed to have seen a shadow on the glass of the window just now, but when she looked over again, there was nothing. It seemed that what she had just had just felt was her illusion.

But now there is no time to wonder. Although she doesn't know why she suddenly has the strength to control her body, she can feel that as time goes by, she seems to be slowly returning to that state of nothingness.

In other words, everything is only temporary. She must solve the trouble in front of her before she loses control of her body again.

"Is it to run away or..."

After hesitation for only a moment, Charlie immediately gave up the choice of escape. Not to mention anything else, she really didn't have the confidence to escape in front of such a guy.

She is just an ordinary person, and the other party not only has a military background, but also judging from the brief contact and the information obtained from Tom's previous words, she is extremely mysterious at this time. God knows how powerful the other party is behind it.

As for the other party having no mysterious background and just an experimental product of a secret plan, Charlie never thought about this idea.

This is a country where money is supreme, and all aspects of the entire society are under the control of various capitals. As one of them, Charlie has a deeper feeling about this. As long as it can bring benefits, there is nothing impossible in this country.

A powerful individual combat capability like the ghost soldier in front of you undoubtedly has amazing value. How could such a guy be an abandoned experimental product?

It would be better to say that "informers" who know each other's existence are the real objects of abandonment.

——Abandoned by those in power and vested interests who hide the truth!

Boom-boom-

Bugatti's engine roared again, and his roar was roaring in a corner of the hospital.

The ghost soldier couldn't help but tremble when he heard this voice. The woman who was not taken seriously by him for some reason now gave him a bad feeling.

"What the hell is going on with a damn woman? Why am I now..."

Before the ghost soldier could finish his words, Bugatti's engine sound was approaching, and the sound seemed to be a monster roaring, which made him feel suffocating.

"Don't be afraid, that guy can't do anything about that guy now."

The ghost soldier looked at Jeep who was listening above him and couldn't help but comfort himself. Soon, the roaring Bugatti rushed past him, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

"That woman should have run away..."

The ghost soldier under the car just thought so, but within a few seconds, before he could climb out, he heard the roar of Bugatti gradually moving away.

"No, no!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Bugatti, who should have been away, rushing straight towards him again!

——Charlie did not drive away in Bugatti, but just opened some distance to get the maximum acceleration.

"Damn it! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

boom--!!!

The speeding Bugatti slowed down without any speed and hit Jeep who was parked above the ghost soldiers!

Boom! Boom-

No matter how strong the off-road vehicle is, it cannot stop the collision of Bugatti at a speed of 100km/h. Even though there is a difference in car height between Jeep and Bugatti, Jeep was still knocked out a few meters and overturned several times and fell to the side of the parking lot.

However, the ghost soldier has no time to pay attention to this now. Although he was lucky enough to be crushed to death in the first wave of impact, Jeep was knocked away, and one of his legs was unfortunately pressed under the tire by Bugatti.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The severe pain made the ghost soldier scream. Then he had to endure the pain, because when he came to his senses and opened his eyes, he saw a silver-white gun pointing at him!

It was Charlie, she actually hid a pistol in Bugatti!

It’s not surprising to think about it. Not only is she rich, she is also very beautiful, and she is not a brainless little white flower. It’s not illegal to have a pistol in her car (hidden gunshots), and she protects herself to the greatest extent. It’s really normal.

Probably the only abnormal thing is the model of the gun in her hand: Mark_XIX_.50_AE(Action_Express), well, it is also commonly known as the Desert Eagle.

The muzzle flashing with cold light pointed straight at the ghost soldier's helmet, which made the ghost soldier screaming in pain and could not help but twitch the ghost soldier even when he was tortured by severe pain and saw the gun.

Because he knew the power of this gun too well, he had collected such a gun in the past.

The lethality of this gun is extremely amazing. It can be said that the rifles installed in most countries' armies may not be as strong as those of Sand Eagle within 50 meters.

If it does not consider its relatively high cost and complex structure, this gun is a battlefield killer, but even so, it cannot cover up the excellence of this gun.

However, for women, there is another problem with this gun, that is, the overly powerful recoil that must be generated by powerful power. Only a strong man can not be injured if he uses this killer correctly.

But for the ghost soldier, whether Charlie's arm would be dislocated or even broken by a shot has nothing to do with him, because he probably won't see that scene - although his helmet has certain bulletproof ability, he has not used this killer weapon that can kill elks two hundred meters away to test the hardness of the helmet.

If possible, he didn't want to know the result at all, so he endured the severe pain and decided to work harder.

"Hey, woman, you are not very good now...huhhh."

"If you shoot like this, you might kill your own life."

"Huh...you know, this desert eagle's powerful recoil once took the life of a bad master, huh..."

"You don't want to be such a laughing stock, right? Huhu... Why not stop here today? You know I don't care about the success of the mission."

"Huh...and, anyway, my legs are broken, so I will definitely not be able to catch up with you."

The ghost soldier tried his best to explain that he tried to persuade Charlie to use random fabrications, facts and truths, and everything that could impress Charlie. He didn't even know that he could say so many things, so many of them were specious, but the more he said, he became more confident.

Because Charlie is really not very good now, although Bugatti's airbag ejected in time during the collision, there were still many signs of damage on her body. Her left hand looked unnaturally hanging, and blood was flowing on her forehead. I don't know what she hit, but the wound was quite small.

Such injuries will inevitably make people weak. The ghost soldiers who have been on the battlefield have a deep impression of this. Physical weakness will affect the spirit and vice versa.

This is the nature of human beings, and it is unchangeable. Few people can overcome it. Even a battlefield elite like him should not say that he can overcome such "human weaknesses", let alone the young lady who lives a good life in front of him.

However, when he saw the expression on Charlie's face, his heart was cold.

Corresponding to Charlie's injuries was her expression without hesitation, without confusion, firm, calm and full of faith.

This young lady is actually a small part of the majority!

The ghost soldier knew...he was finished.

Bang!

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Chapter completed!