"What the hell? He killed two of our brothers and he just ran away like that?!"
The three Cyclops were dumbfounded and had no idea what was going on here. They looked at the direction where Salvester disappeared from afar, and one of the Cyclops cursed angrily.
The other one-eyed giant asked dumbfoundedly: "What should we do now?"
"What else can I do? Can you fly?!"
The one-eyed giant who started cursing first said grumpily, "If it can't fly, we'll just go back. What can we do if the lizard flies away?!"
Although it was Salvester who escaped on his own initiative, this could not conceal the fact that they had lost two companions.
“Damn it!”
Thinking of this, the last one-eyed giant cursed angrily, dragged a heavy large mace in the forest, and began to prepare to evacuate with the other two one-eyed giants.
In the tactical command center at the rear, Celt and the President of Maga looked at the rapidly disappearing figure on the radar display, breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped in their chairs.
As the rear, Celt knew everything about the battle between the Cyclops and Salvester. According to the display on the radar, Salvester was repelled by the Cyclops, and the Cyclops also lost the life signature of two people.
Salvester did not feel anything wrong about this, but was very grateful.
He was a native Briton and knew how powerful dragons were. The brave heroes in fairy tales killed dragons without any danger, but fairy tales were just fairy tales after all. It was impossible for a real dragon to be killed so easily by a hero.
Besides, the Celts never considered themselves heroes, so naturally they could not defeat any dragon.
The Celts were very grateful that they could repel Salvester and save their own lives. They did not dare to hope to kill Salvester, nor did they expect the Cyclops to be able to kill Salvester.
The president of the Makkah country standing by probably had the same idea, but he was more fortunate than Celtic.
After all, the Celts can leave anytime and anywhere, and they can still have a super status after leaving here, but his status is limited to this. If he leaves the Maga Kingdom, then he will be no different from ordinary people.
If Salvester came, all the wealth he had painstakingly built up for most of his life would be gone. It was a good thing that he didn't come now.
If all his property were to vanish into thin air, the President of the country would rather die.
"Son of a bitch president, we! @￥! @￥"
At this moment, inappropriate insults rang out from the intercom. Celt frowned slightly and looked up at the President of Maga. The President of Maga smiled awkwardly and whispered to Celt, "Your Excellency, the army is dissatisfied with my recent situation and may launch a mutiny. You... you think..."
"Mutiny? Don't worry, there won't be any."
Celtic glanced at the president of Maka, who was making his own wishful calculations, and said with a scornful smile, "Come with me. We can't stay in Maka any longer. I guess we have to go to South Africa."
"South...South Africa?"
The president of Maga's voice trembled violently, a little incredulous. "Your Excellency, what do you mean? Didn't we already repel the dragon?"
"Yeah, you know it's a repel."
Celt gave the Maga president a meaningful look, stood up, and stretched his wrists and ankles. "Since we've repelled them, everyone will soon know that Maga is under our control. Soon, international sanctions will arrive."
"Those mutinous troops? Stay and replace us. I'll deploy a few death squads to sow discord and make these mutinous warlords bear international sanctions."
After saying that, Celtic shook his head and continued, "As for you and me... let's go to South Africa. From now on, we have to keep our heads down."
The president of Maga dropped the intercom in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief. He shook his head vigorously, eyes wide, and practically roared at Celtic, "Impossible! You said that if I joined you, you would give me endless power, limitless treasures, and guarantee that I would be the president of Maga for life!"
"Don't you want to leave?" Celtic raised his eyebrows.
The President of Maga said with unwavering determination, "Leave? Impossible! I will not leave Maga. Maga is my motherland!"
Upright and dignified.
If Celt hadn't known that the president in front of him, who claimed to live and die with his motherland, had conducted dozens of biochemical experiments with the Destroyer that harmed the people of Maga, Celt would have really thought that he was a good president who worked for the country and the people.
Unfortunately, the person in front of him is only interested in his own glory and wealth.
"Since you don't want to leave, then you will live and die with your motherland."
After saying that, Celt pulled out the gun from his waist, pointed it at the head of the President of Maka Country, and shot him dead instantly!
Blood spurted out, and the president's blood was everywhere. Celt looked calmly at the Maga president lying in a pool of blood, shook his head, and said sarcastically: "Since you have chosen to follow the Destroyer, you must follow this path to the end, my friend."
It is absolutely impossible to keep him alive. He knows most of the Destroyer's actions in Africa, and also knows Celt's next plan. In order to prevent the news from leaking, Celt can only kill him and make him shut up forever.
Since joining the Destroyer, Celt's mentality has changed day by day, and he also vaguely feels that he is becoming a little unfamiliar.
However, he did not regret his decision. Only in this way could he survive in this dangerous world and organization and enjoy the rest of his life.
Afterwards, Celt didn't bother to clean up the corpse of the Maga president. Instead, he strode out of the room, picked up the intercom, and said, "Send the three Cyclops gentlemen to South Africa. Base One has been exposed. We'll abandon the plan for now and open Base Two to implement the backup plan."
Celt was talking as he walked. A jeep stopped beside him. Celt nodded slightly, got in the car, and started driving away into the distance.
Half an hour after Celtic left, the mutinous generals and warlords captured the tactical command center. When they rushed in and saw the body of the Maga president lying in a pool of blood, they looked at each other in bewilderment.
Before they could react, there was a sudden whistling and dense sound of missiles in the sky, and then, the intercontinental missiles from the United States hit here accurately, and the area within a radius of more than ten miles was completely reduced to scorched earth.
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