Guardians of the Forgotten Earth Chapter 137

When Gilbert Gong and Samuel Song rushed to the North District Supervisory House, the members of the Self-Defense Forces were inserting the toxin-filled steel fork into the eyes of a water-based mutant giant. The giant cockroach opened the **** mouth and made a stern sigh. The snoring sound was getting lower and lower, and finally convulsed twice and died. The steel fork is straight into the skull from the eyelids, and the poisonous poison on it instantly melts its brain into a mass of rotten meat. Even if it is all indestructible, there is no place to start the scales, and the brain is broken and only a dead end.

The members of the Self-Defense Forces saw the situation and finally put down the high-hanging heart, and they all gasped on the wet floor. On the other hand, Leonard Lin and Douglas Dou each killed a three-level mid-level water giant, and stepped over to see the players.

A small number of injuries, but most of them are injured by the water column sprayed by the giant clams, will not be infected. Commonly combined to kill a three-level mid-level water giant, the self-defense team’s combat power makes the supporters who are coming to support the audience. It is worthy of being brought out by Gong Shao’s team members. Even if there is no power, the strength cannot be underestimated. Thinking of this, the abilities quickly stepped forward to help the Self-Defense team members deal with the injury, with an admirable expression on their faces.

Many of the members of the Self-Defense Forces were slaves under the original Bernard Bao and Kenneth Kang. After joining the Eastern Self-Defense Forces, they only knew that they were ordinary and dignified, and ordinary people could become stronger. Ordinary people could rely on their own strength to live well in the end. Seeing the high-powered abilities in their eyes, they showed their respect, and their hearts trembled, and suddenly there was a desire to cry.

The wire fence erected outside the building of the North District was pierced by several giant cymbals and smashed into the ground. The water column ejected by the giant clams drowned the playground around the building, and the cold moonlight shined like a distant ocean. George Gong and Samuel Song stepped on the water without their ankles and walked toward the crowd of three giant corpses.