Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

An Xia's mouth was straightened because of his answer, and he retracted his left hand that was soaked in his body temperature, pressed his brow, and asked him, "How low is your level?"

It's so low that you don't even have the qualifications to carry a gun!

Didn't Cheng Ming call his captain?

team leader?

Captain the size of a little finger?

Cheng Ming is the only team member?

Mu Chenyuan heard the helplessness in her tone, and didn't know why, she was like this, which made him want to laugh a little.

Answered her, "The highest rank among combatants. Under normal circumstances, the gun will not leave the hand."

Xia Guo's fighters are divided into twelve levels, and three levels are divided into a boundary, namely junior fighters, intermediate fighters, senior fighters, and special fighters.

The warlord also has a twelve-star rating, starting from one star, and the highest being twelve stars.

Xiahou Zhan will be a seven-star, and has been counted as a senior general in the Xia State War Department.

An Xia knows a little bit about the classification of Xia Guo's war department. Hearing this, his face is a little weird, "Then why did your gun leave your hand? Was someone wearing small shoes?"

That's right, Xia Guo called it "wearing little shoes" when he was sneaked up.

"You are more dangerous." Mu Chenyuan, who was in a relaxed mood, had a smile in his eyes at this moment, and the car behind him clenched tightly and didn't look at it.

It's dangerous, some are worried about taking his gun away.

Such an answer caused An Xia to choke in his throat, and for a while, he said: "I am in danger? Where do you see that I am in danger?"

One does not steal, two does not snatch, three does not cause trouble, four does not cause chaos, is she dangerous?

Obviously your Xia country is in danger, and two of them just want her life.

An Xia became cold and unhappy.

Mu Chenyuan really looked at An Xia again, as if he was looking at where she looked dangerous, and then answered her seriously.

The vehicle behind him was chasing and biting to death. His speed soared all the way, as fast as a low-altitude fighter. With a handsome face, he retracted his gaze and said seriously, "It doesn't look dangerous. The way of handling things is more dangerous."

After speaking, he looked at the co-pilot again.

In the passing lights, An Xia's black eyes looked at him coldly, and he saw a thump in his heart.

Did you say something wrong?

Shouldn't you tell the truth?

An Xia snorted coldly, "If I don't deal with this, can I still live? Look at the back..." glanced at the rearview mirror, "These people are just thinking about how to end me every day. Could it be that I just sit and wait for death? ?"

Women are not ruthless and their status is unstable.

If she is not ruthless, her life will not be guaranteed.

"The handling is very clean and has a certain deterrent effect." This time, as clever as Mu Chenyuan modified his words, he did not directly tell the truth.

Moreover, he understood why General Xiahouyu was worried that he had said the wrong thing.

The prisoner must be strictly interrogated, without any scruples, but it takes a little scrupulousness to change to An Xia.

Having lived for 25 years, since he was sensible, he thought that others were caring for him, and now the first time he changed his position, he still needs to learn to master this technical job.

An Xia's mood improved a little, forget it, don't care about him.

Let's talk about a solution to the car behind.

The two cars were racing at speed, suddenly, the sound of several sports car motors blew up, roaring all the way from the rear, a group of young people racing late at night.

The speed of a sports car is much faster than that of a small car.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Several sports cars whizzed past and disappeared in a flash.

An Xia's face gradually condensed. This is not the place to solve the rear door, it has to be changed.