Marvel Daily of a Lord God

It took about four or five minutes before the convoy of armored vehicles, billowing in smoke and dust, drove to the vehicle parking area outside the base, turned off their engines and stopped.

The Mandarin and a group of freedom fighters under him also came near the convoy at this time.

As soon as the Mandarin approached, there was a sound of opening the door of the armored vehicle in front, and then two soldiers in black turbans and camouflage uniforms jumped down, and these two were exactly At noon, the Mandarin sent Faisal and Rahman to meet them.

As soon as they got out of the car, they ran quickly in front of Mr. Mann, clenched their fists with their right hands and beat his chest twice, and after making a standard ten-ring gang salute gesture to him, one of them immediately shouted loudly:

"My lord, the mission is complete, the Englishman has been brought here intact."

While he was talking, he saw dozens of people coming down from six armored vehicles one after another, among them two Arab men holding guns were holding a man wearing a black hood and walking towards the Mandarin.

There is no doubt that this person is the ultimate goal of this group of Ten Ring Gang fighters and the Mandarin.

"Very good." The Mandarin glanced at those people wearing black hoods, then turned his head and nodded in satisfaction to the soldier who spoke just now.

Seeing the man in the black hood brought to him by the two soldiers, the Mandarin pondered for a moment, and then said: "Faisal, you have done a good job on this task, once the related experiment Progress has been made, and you, Rahman and Abdul will surely be the first batch of candidates under me to receive reinforcements."

Hearing this sentence, the soldier named Feisal suddenly became inexplicably excited. He clenched his fist and punched his chest twice, and shouted loudly, "It's all for the Ten Rings Gang! My lord!"

"Ok!"

The Mandarin nodded slightly, and opened his mouth and said: "This task is very difficult, and you must be very tired now. You and Rahman should go back and rest first! I will let someone notify you if there is anything."

"Yes, my lord." Faisal beat his chest with his hands, and after bowing in salute, he immediately left with the soldier named Rahman beside him.

"Take this man to my tent."

Watching them walk away, the Mandarin turned his head to the other side, said something to the two soldiers escorting the man with the black hood, and then walked towards his tent.

Upon hearing the order, the two soldiers clasped the hands of the man wearing the black hood, and followed closely in the footsteps of the Mandarin.

Two minutes later, in the largest tent in the middle of the base, after the two Ten Ring Gang fighters walked away, the Mandarin turned his attention to the man who was sitting on the ground.

After staring intently at the man for a long time, the Mandarin walked up to the man with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and pulled off the black veil from the man's head, and then tore off the tape that sealed the man's mouth.

This British man has obvious Celtic features, with light wine red mid-length hair, a slender neck and fair skin, plus a pair of dark blue eyes, and looks very burly.

"Hiss..." But when the Mandarin removed the tape on his mouth, the man couldn't help grinning his teeth and hissed softly. Obviously, the quality of the tape that sealed his mouth was not bad.

But after hissing softly, the man quickly closed his mouth, turned to look around vigilantly, and finally, his eyes focused on the Mandarin standing not far in front of him.

"Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me? What is this place?" Looking at the short-bearded Arab man with squinting eyes and a faint smile, the British man couldn't help asking.

But when he was talking, the Celtic man couldn't help frowning slightly, because he felt a strong sense of danger from the Arab standing in front of him, although the Mandarin with a faint smile looked Very normal.

Staring at the man in front of him, the mandarin raised his mouth slightly, and responded slowly, "My name is mandarin, this is one of my bases, why should I kidnap you..."

When he said this, the Mandarin suddenly paused for a while, and after more than a minute, he narrowed his eyes, pointed at the Celtic man, and said with a smile: "I think you should already have the answer in your heart. "

"What answer, I don't know." But as soon as the Mandarin finished speaking, the Celtic man quickly shook his head and said hastily.

Just looking at his constantly rolling eyes, and the deep panic in the depths of his eyes, it seems that what Master Mandarin said just now has indeed guessed what he was thinking in his heart.

"Don't play dumb for me, besides, it's useless for you to play dumb..."

Just as he was talking, the Mandarin suddenly took a step towards the Celtic man, leaned his head closer to the man, and slowly opened his mouth and said, "Do you think I won't do any investigation before I arrest you? Not at all. I won't do things that are good for me."

After saying this, the Mandarin immediately turned around and sat down on the grand master's chair in the middle of the tent.

And that Celtic man couldn't help panicking after hearing the mandarin's words, his face turned pale immediately, and dense beads of sweat inevitably appeared on his forehead.

"Ugh..."

In a state of panic, the man couldn't help screaming loudly and struggling ~www.NovelMTL.com~ in order to break free from the steel cables that bound his hands and feet.

After a while, the steel cables on the man's hands and feet were covered with a layer of frost. As the frost came on, the temperature inside the tent seemed to drop by a few degrees.

"hehe…"

However, after seeing the man's movements, the man on the grand master's chair suddenly sneered. After laughing for a while, he said slowly:

"Don't make unnecessary struggles. These steel cables are made of special materials. I'm afraid you can't break free with your ability. I think it's better for you to be honest now..."

The voice fell slowly, and the Mandarin immediately stood up from the grand master's chair, and the special thick voice sounded again, but this time he didn't speak to the Celtic man on the ground.

Staring at the exit of the tent, the Mandarin shouted loudly: "Agudu, Fotto, you two come in and lock up the No. 1 tent that this Celtic sent to the base."

"Yes, my lord."

Two replies sounded quickly outside the tent, and then two men with submachine guns walked in quickly, and then sealed the mouth of the Celtic man on the ground with tape and covered his head with a black hood. Then one person drove him out with one arm.

After watching them leave, the Mandarin slowly sat back on the chair.

But at this moment, the man's face was full of gloom, and it looked like a storm was about to blow up on his gloomy face.

"I lost dozens of fighters in exchange for an experimental body, Altura, I hope you don't let me down, otherwise..."

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