Inside and Outside World

Entering the inner world, the first thing he heard was the whistling of the plane. The light in front of Yan Luo's eyes gradually became clear. He found himself sitting on a plane with Chu Qingfeng and Wang Dongwei beside him. It's a very ordinary uniform.

At a glance, the cabin is full of men wearing various uniforms and military uniforms.

white, black...

Many people had large tattoos on their arms and shoulders exposed by their necklines. Wang Dongwei's eyes rolled from left to right, and a sense of anxiety surged in his heart.

To put it simply, it's like a weak person who is taking a bath in the bathroom and suddenly a group of fitness gays come in.

As a Chinese, in front of these five big and three thick Europeans and Americans, I am too weak physically.

Moreover, the aura exuded by many people is obviously soldiers, and they have killed people - people who lick blood with knives are completely different from ordinary people.

"Hi everyone."

A young man in his 20s with a civilized stick walked into the cabin. He was a standard pure-blooded white man with blond hair and blue eyes, a straight nose, and a well-made suit. He seemed to exude the aristocratic temperament of the upper class. There were two bodyguards with submachine guns, and the black muzzle was aimed at everyone, and there was a black man.

The black man is about 1.85 meters tall, not too tall, but the width of the body is almost twice the normal size! Rolled up under the cuffs on the arms, revealing muscles full of explosive power, and a layer of oily luster under the dark and shiny skin.

It gives people a sense of oppression, just like the tyrant in Resident Evil!

He stood silently behind the young man.

At the point of two submachine guns, there was some commotion among the people in the cabin, but it quickly subsided.

"Very well, it seems that you are all sensible."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the young man's face: "I didn't try to attack me... But I think it's better to deter me, let everyone know who is the God who decides your life and death."

He drew a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the head of a big man closest to him.

"NoNoNo..."

This brown-skinned man who looked like an Indian had a terrified expression on his face, and he waved his hands quickly, but a bullet shot out from the muzzle of the gun in the next second, hitting his head, and a stream of blood mixed with his brain Chicking out, his swinging hands dropped, his head was tilted to one side, and his eyes were wide open.

"Fu..."

The companion next to the dead man stood up, as if he wanted to shout angrily, but the bald black man stepped forward and punched him hard in the abdomen. The man's body was blasted back to the seat, hitting The chair made a creaking sound as if it was broken, and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, as if the punch just now had shattered his intestines and internal organs.

"boom!"

Another shot, and the man also fell sideways on the seat.

"Originally there were 622 people here, but now there are only 620 left." The young man said happily.

"Morgan Fleming, what on earth do you want?" A man with a tough guy and an American hero all over his body stood up.

"Isn't this Sean who is code-named Liberty Eagle? I know you, the most powerful one in the Marine Corps."

"Good question."

The young man named Morgan said with a smile:

"You people, there are ace special forces from the Delta Force, Navy Seals, Green Berets, Alpha Force... world-renowned forces, and there are God Armed, Blackwater, Arctic Fox, Cossack... These mercenary groups are powerful mercenaries soldiers, even boxing champions, muay thai masters, karate champions, Chinese kung fu masters... and the most ferocious criminals in the world..."

"Obviously you represent the group with the strongest personal combat effectiveness on Earth."

"However, which one is the strongest? I'm curious."

Morgan raised his hand and pointed out of the plane: "I built a venue for you on an island. That island is called Death Island by me. It is your Colosseum! Various cold weapons are placed on the island: from Daggers to chainsaws, various guns: from Thomson to AP, various equipment: from body armor to first aid kits, various vehicles: from motorcycles to tanks, various facilities: from residential buildings to factories, you will be on the island of death It's a fight to the death, and only the last victor will survive."

"what?"

The inside of the plane immediately exploded. They were all special forces, mercenaries, and fighters. Even without weapons, each of them possessed extremely powerful fighting abilities. Many people showed extreme anger in their eyes.

"How is it possible!" Sean's eyes widened. "Even if you are the heir of the Morgan family, you can't do such a thing! Do you want to challenge the whole world? I am a special soldier code-named the Eagle of Liberty who has been awarded a medal by the president himself." King! There are so many elite fighters from all over the world, the US government will destroy your family because of this incident!"

"Do not!"

Morgan laughed triumphantly: "The behind-the-scenes supporter of this operation is the US government! The communication of the island has been blocked from the outside world, so let me tell you, the biochemical technology of the Morgan family... is similar to that developed by the Umbrella Company in Resident Evil. Those viruses have made great progress, we can manufacture biological and chemical weapons, and even prepare to put them on the Syrian battlefield."

"However, those are just low-level biochemical weapons, and we still want to make super soldiers! But who should we choose as the material? I am very interested in this and have promoted the implementation of this plan. You—soldiers and fighters all over the world, here The strongest person determined by the deathmatch is the best goal! Congratulations, each of you has the opportunity to become a Terminator!"

"Not a Terminator, but a Licker."

Another tough guy with a beard stood up from his seat: "Unexpectedly, the news about the biochemical virus is true... You never thought that even if the two guys next to you have submachine guns, the more than 600 of us , How many more can you kill? Get rid of you and your bodyguards and leave in a plane, and then expose this matter. Internationally, that lunatic president of the United States may not be able to bear the condemnation of public opinion~www.NovelMTL.com ~It’s the leader of the demon mercenary group, codenamed Satan...you won’t do this.”

Morgan spread his hands: "A bomb has been installed on this Airbus A380. Once I die, the plane explodes and everyone will be buried with me! And what if I survive on the island of death? Once you survive, you will become the earth, The most powerful super fighters, the new technology will preserve your will, and then you will be the real strongest creatures on the ground!"

"Could it be that no one is excited?"

"You are the heir of this generation of the Morgan family, and you actually planted a bomb on the plane? You are so **** badass!" said a cold white man.

"Yes, I am cruel enough to myself, and crazy enough!" The young man opened his mouth, showing a smile like the "clown" in Batman, "Maybe, I will also participate in this battle? Hahahahaha..."

He looked outside: "Okay, take out the courage and ability you have as the strongest elites on the earth, jump off with a parachute, and enter the island of death! Let's see if the army has trained A special soldier, a spy of a special organization, a mercenary king who is active on the battlefield, or a fighting master, whoever can survive to the end!"