"Heart, liver, kidneys, lungs, give them to me." Pan Han had seen too many internal organs in the apocalypse. Although he had never learned how to open a stomach, he still had the skills to do it all.

"Brother, don't die." Pan Han took out a potion and injected it into Qingshan.

His already vacant eyes were forced open.

Qingshan looked at his internal organs, his mouth slightly open, and only uttered "ah ah ah".

"This heart looks okay, not that black." After saying that, Pan Han crushed it.

The green mountain also twitched, as if it had some connection with the heart.

Just then, gunshots were heard outside, and the warlord's men were approaching.

The captain and others immediately opened fire back.

This group of warlords and bandits were no match for the top bodyguards. As soon as they started fighting, more than ten of them were killed.

When the soldiers and civilians in the town saw both sides opening fire, they immediately hid in their homes.

The local police hid in the police station and dared not come out.

They have no problem catching petty thieves, but they have no interest in intervening in the wars between warlords.

There’s nothing I can do about it!

Wait until both sides have finished fighting, then come out and collect the bodies.

Originally, Pan Han's attention was all on Qingshan, but when he heard the gunfire outside, he immediately became interested, left him alone, and went straight to the roof.

There is a sniper position here, and a two-man sniper team is shooting at distant enemies.

Pan Han's spiritual sense covered the surroundings and found that there were about 100 warlord enemies.

There were many trucks and pickup trucks, some of which were equipped with heavy machine guns.

They haven't rushed over yet, but once they break through the defense line, they will definitely fire machine guns.

Although the enemy had more people and superior firepower, they were on the defensive and did not gain any advantage.

"It seems you guys are pretty good." Pan Han said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Han disappeared.

He jumped out of the rear window, marked a route, and made a large-scale encirclement.

A few minutes later, they arrived behind the warlord's troops.

Wearing a bulletproof vest, a helmet, sunglasses, and covering his face with a scarf, Pan Han blocked all identifiable information.

He drew out a dagger and said, "Smash them, your grandpa is here."

A black shadow suddenly flashed out from behind the warlord's troops. Wherever it went, a cold light flashed and heads fell to the ground.

In just a few rounds, more than ten people were beheaded and their bodies were severed, without even a chance to scream.

The captain and others discovered the situation through the scope and realized that it was the leader who took action. They stopped shooting for fear of hurting Pan Han.

"Fuck, it's so fast, I can't see anything clearly." A bodyguard kept moving the muzzle of the gun and adjusting the observation range of the sight, but still couldn't keep up with Pan Han's speed.

"Nonsense! The boss can take on all of us alone. What are these little idiots?"

As he was speaking, several more heads fell to the ground.

Pan Hansha's rise to power caused the warlords to react and start shooting.

But the shooting speed was far behind Pan Han's movement speed. Just as he aimed, the black shadow had already flashed by, and the bullets he fired either missed or hit his own people.

If northern Myanmar is hell, then this place should be purgatory.

The warlord soldiers originally just wanted to come and rescue the people, and by the way, see who was so arrogant and causing trouble in their territory.

Unexpectedly, a killer god appeared.

"Run!" Someone finally reacted and shouted.

The survivors immediately started the vehicle and sped away.

After Pan Han killed two cars of people, he wanted to chase them, but the other party had already run hundreds of meters away.

If you chase and kill them by force, that's fine, but it's not necessary.

Pan Han wanted to leave a few people to go back and report the news. It would be best if the other party dared to send more people.

"Come here and retract your heads. It will be useful." Pan Han picked up the walkie-talkie and asked the captain and others to come over to work.

"Yes, boss." The captain exclaimed with great joy.

"Damn, you guys are so happy that your tone of voice is distorted. You look like losers." Pan Han muttered while looking at the intercom.

As he was speaking, several vans stopped in front of Pan Han and many people got out to pick up the head.

The corpse is completely ignored.

Ten minutes later, everyone retreated back to the inn.

Pan Han brought the captain to Qingshan's room. As soon as he entered the room, he was filled with anger.

The captain was shocked when he saw Qingshan was torn to pieces!

"The leader is so cruel!" The captain could never have imagined that Pan Han, who looked gentle and refined, actually had such a hobby.

When he looked up at Pan Han again, he vaguely felt that he was exuding murderous intent and black air was coming out of his body.

"I'm afraid that even if we kill a total of people, we still can't kill half as many as the leader. The evil spirit is too strong."

"Stop mumbling." Pan Han knew that the captain was thinking a lot, so he interrupted him.

"Arrange these heads and Qingshan's body, take lots of photos, and send them to the warlords in northern Myanmar. Remember, send them all at once."

"Boss, only post pictures??"

"Add a sentence: From now on, send the person I want to me." Pan Han said coldly.

"Fuck! So arrogant! But I like it." The captain almost blurted out the words, but felt that it was disrespectful to the leader, so he held it back.

But he changed his mind and decided to remind Pan Han: "Boss, this is equivalent to going to war with dozens of forces in northern Myanmar at the same time."

"What? Are you teaching me how to do things?" Pan Han looked at the heads and corpses in front of him and lit a cigarette.

"I dare not." Hearing Pan Han say this, the captain was so scared that he quickly knelt on the ground, put his hands on the ground, and kowtowed continuously.

"Stand up and speak." Pan Han ordered. He was born under the red flag and grew up in the Republic. He didn't like to see others kneeling.

The emperor is gone, no one is worthy of your kneeling!

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