The campus belle’s girlfriend betrays her and activates the ghost system

What followed was a unilateral massacre. Wu Bing created an excellent bunker and used a heavy machine gun.

The dust on the streets was stirred up by the roar of heavy machine guns, forming a cloud of yellow smoke.

Wu Bing hid behind a solid bunker with calm eyes and his finger tightened on the trigger. Every pull was accompanied by a burst of gunfire.

The soldiers in front fell down row after row like harvested wheat. Their shouts and screams seemed weak and feeble in the gunfire.

The bullets drew fiery trajectories in the air, penetrating the air and tearing apart lives.

On the street, corpses were piled up, and the blood stained the ground red, mixing with the dust, forming a tragic scene.

Wu Bing's heavy machine gun was like a violent beast, constantly devouring lives.

Although the enemies were also fighting back, their bullets seemed to be blocked by some mysterious force and could not touch Wu Bing at all.

At this moment, Wu Bing was like the God of Death on the battlefield, calm and cruel, harvesting lives one after another.

During this massacre, Wu Bing felt unprecedented pleasure and power, as if the whole world was under his control.

Soldiers who were distributed on the streets of other cities on manhunt missions, led by their respective commanders, quickly approached the place where fierce fighting was taking place, and formed a siege on Wu Bing.

Fires from all directions gradually gathered, and every corner of the street was filled with smoke and flames of war.

The soldiers approached Wu Bing's bunker with thunderous momentum. Their shouts and gunshots intertwined to form a tragic symphony.

The roar of rocket launchers echoed in the night sky, and the flames pierced the sky, rushing toward Wu Bing with destructive power.

Wu Bing narrowed his eyes and calmly observed the surrounding situation.

He was surrounded by enemies, but he didn't panic at all.

He just wants to attract all the enemies and then kill them all.

Wu Bing mobilized the earth power in his body, and wall bunkers continued to rise one after another on the street.

And he kept switching between these bunkers.

With a thought, machine guns appeared at the crenels of each bunker, and rocket launchers also appeared.

Wu Bing's figure was like an afterimage, flashing between these bunkers and weapons.

Then, the angry bullets poured out from everywhere like raindrops.

Rockets were fired from the muzzle one after another, bombarding the M country soldiers who were surrounding them.

There were too many of these people, too densely packed, and they suffered such destruction, resulting in heavy casualties.

Feeling that the fight was not enough, with a thought, a tank suddenly appeared on the street.

Wu Yi's body entered the tank in a flash.

After that, he drove the tank through the group of soldiers, and bullets poured out from the muzzle like raindrops, knocking down the people in front like strings.

Cannonballs were fired one after another, sending people in the distance flying.

The bodies of these people were shattered and their limbs were flying around. The streets were littered with dirt and gravel, as well as blood and corpses flying across the street. The smoke and firelight intertwined into a tragic picture.

More and more soldiers gathered around him, and more and more people died under Wu Bing's gunfire and artillery fire.

Bodies piled up in the streets, making it difficult to move.

The tank driven by Wu Bing was also constantly blocked.

Seeing this situation, he decisively put away the tank and then jumped into the air.

A fighter jet suddenly appeared in the sky, and his body quickly got into it. Then he drove the fighter jet and started shooting wildly at the crowd on the ground.

The belly opened, and the cannonballs fell like swans laying eggs.

Suddenly, an apocalyptic hell appeared in front of us.

Residential buildings one after another also suffered from the disaster of pond fish. Many residents living inside were wailing and screaming and fleeing in all directions.

Amid their screams of utter terror, the house collapsed and was crushed beneath the rubble.

The Presidential Palace is now in a state of chaos.

The staff were busy running back and forth, and the materials in their hands kept falling to the ground in a panic. Many people were even caught off guard and collided with each other, falling to the ground with exclamations.

Bet, the commander and president who always maintained a calm appearance, was like an ant on a hot pot at the moment, anxiously pacing back and forth in the command room.

The phone rings one after another, and every incoming call is like a call from death, bringing with it rising casualties and an increasingly severe war situation.

"Sir, our third team has been completely wiped out!"

"Sir, enemy tanks have appeared, and our defense line is being breached rapidly!"

"Sir, a fighter jet appeared in the sky and is bombing us. Our anti-aircraft firepower can't stop it at all!"

Bette's face became paler and paler. He held the microphone tightly, his fingers turning white from excessive exertion.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror, and he could not understand that one person could cause such huge damage. Is this a human being?

Or God?

Bate called Steve's office several times, and the staff told him that they didn't know Steve's whereabouts.

The phone that called him was also turned off.

Where did this bastard die?

No one could be found at such a critical moment. Was this an escape? Or something happened?

This pig, after this incident, he will be sent to a military court and let him accept the trial of the country!

Damn it, can you do some human work?

Just as he was roaring angrily and feeling powerless, the phone in his hand rang.

I saw the caller ID and it was from that bastard Steve.

"Steve, you bastard, you eggless thing... did you even know you were here?"

"You bastard, where did you die? Do you know that the country is now in a state of life and death?"

"Do you want a fucking court martial?"

Bete typed frantically into the phone.

When his anger was almost vented, Steve's voice came calmly.

"Your Excellency, this battle cannot continue, issue a withdrawal order!"

"I am willing to personally negotiate with this god of death. How can we eliminate this catastrophic disaster?"

"Your Excellency, what do you think?"

Bate, who was originally furious, suddenly lost all her anger when she saw that Steve was willing to take the lead and negotiate with the devil regardless of his personal safety.

In my heart, I was secretly grateful to the person in charge of the Hexagonal Building.

If it were him, he wouldn't want to be the one who stands out.

After a moment of pause, he finally said: "I'll leave this matter to you!"

He also wants this incident to end quickly, otherwise the losses will continue to increase and his position as president will not be stable.

Wu Bing was enjoying the beating when his cell phone rang in his pocket.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, knowing that the top management of Country M must have compromised, and the time for negotiation is now...