The eyes of the tied-up old man Yan were spitting fire. If looks could kill, General Mag would have died countless times.
"You don't want to drink? Haha, then I'll drink it for you, hahaha." General Mag drank two glasses in a row, not caring at all about how scary General Yan's expression was.
The winner looks at the loser, the scene is like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Wuwuwu..." General Yan mumbled incoherently with a smelly sock stuffed in his mouth. Judging from his ferocious face, not a single word he said was nice.
But General Mager ignored him, interpreting the lip movements and saying excitedly, "Are you trying to say that the defeated general is deeply ashamed and that you are honored to die at my hands? I hope that after your death, I can hold your head in a parade, giving you a chance to die a more than... a worthy death, right?"
After a pause, General Mag added, "Your suggestion is very good. I will listen to you and do it this way."
Upon hearing this, Old Man Yan was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. His whimpering sound continued to get louder and louder, and he almost spit out the socks in his mouth.
Seeing this, General Mag was very satisfied. He had endless fun conquering and playing tricks on his old friend.
So he stuffed the socks back in with force.
He didn't give the other party any chance to criticize him.
After several rounds of teasing, General Magg's expression became a little out of control due to the alcohol, as if he recalled some unbearable memories.
Back then, Old Man Yan often yelled at him and embarrassed him in public many times.
Perhaps because the grievances he had borne in the past were too heavy, General Mag pulled out a Nepalese machete from his waist and waved it in front of the kneeling General Yan.
The meaning is obvious, it is to scare.
It also means that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
As a result, Old Man Yan showed no fear at all. Instead, he leaned forward suddenly, intending to hit his enemy head-on.
Seeing this, General Mag didn't tolerate the other party. He raised his knife and swung it out like hitting a cucumber. With a loud bang, Old Man Yan was knocked to the ground.
General Mag, not satisfied, stepped forward and kicked him a few more times, cursing: "How dare a defeated general be so presumptuous? He deserves to die."
The beaten old man Yan had his eyes wide open, as if his body was not his own. He growled inarticulately, like a beast caught in a trap, violent and crazy.
"Old man Yan, there is a limit to your arrogance. I had to keep a low profile before, but that doesn't mean I don't have a temper. When you go to hell, remember to be reborn as a good person in your next life." After General Mag finished speaking, a murderous and decisive look appeared on his face.
Because after playing around for a while, it became really boring.
In order to prevent the night from getting too long and causing more trouble, the bad guy will die because of talking too much, so there is no way to keep the other person.
Perhaps knowing that his end was approaching, General Yan stared at the other party with his fiery eyes, offering the most futile resistance.
Holding his knife, General Mag came to General Yan's side, as cold and ruthless as an executioner.
A cold light rose, and General Mag gathered all his strength and swung it down fiercely.
With a thud, the huge head rolled to the ground, blood spurted two meters high, and a generation of heroes came to an end.
"Call out the generals to a meeting and send the video of beheading Old Man Yan to everyone." General Mag ordered loudly.
For General Yu Mag, this was a battle to make a name for himself, and beheading Old Man Yan was a way to establish his authority.
In less than ten minutes, all the important figures in northern Myanmar received a video. The mighty and domineering General Mag played cat and mouse with Old Man Yan and beheaded him with a single blow.
In the tent, the appearance of this video shocked many people. Qu Shaochen frowned and felt extremely uneasy.
In order to attack General Yan, he invited General Mag several times to join him in the attack, but the other party didn't pay any attention to him at all and obviously didn't take him seriously.
Now that the old general had killed Old Man Yan alone, Qu Shaochen felt like he was putting his face in front of a cold butt, which was extremely embarrassing.
After putting down the video, Qu Shaochen's face was full of frustration. He lowered his head unconsciously, and his embarrassment was beyond words.
"It seems that we have all overestimated Old Man Yan's strength. Without the support of the white people, he is nothing but this." Sun Qingyu interjected.
She has been very upset recently. After her base camp was bombed, she has not been able to find a stable place to stay, which has seriously affected her search for a gigolo.
After glancing at Sun Qingyu, Zhou Bao was a little disliked by the woman in front of him. She was such a good girl, why was she so promiscuous?
But he soon felt relieved. Don't advise others to be kind unless you have experienced their suffering.
The weekly selectively interjected, "We underestimated old Mag. He was able to obtain the Guardian rocket launcher and yet remained silent about it. He's a typical example of playing the pig to eat the tiger."
After hearing this, everyone shared the same feeling: the water in northern Myanmar is not only deep, but also full of old men.
"What should we do now?" Qu Shaochen asked anxiously.
What he said was what everyone urgently needed to know, so everyone's attention was focused on Zeng Qi again.
Faced with everyone's curiosity, Zeng Qi looked up at the sky and suddenly thought of his stinky younger brother Chu Hai. If this guy were there, he would definitely be able to think of a solution.
When it comes to math, physics and chemistry, Xiao Hai is worlds apart from me. But when it comes to being cunning, my younger brother is quite good, a natural troublemaker.
Taking out his cell phone, Zeng Qi raised his hand to signal everyone to wait, as he needed to go out and make a call before making a decision.
Comrade Xia Qianyi is very smart and she keeps an eye on her son's every move.
The only one who can help at this time is definitely the brat at home.
Soon, a familiar voice of accountability came from the other end of the phone. I was in class, so I had to ask for leave to go to the bathroom before I could answer the phone.
Zeng Qi didn't hesitate and went straight to the point. "Old Yan was dealt with by General Mag, and he even sent us the video. Northern Myanmar is in a state of panic right now. What should I do?"
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