He-El stood on the spot, raised his head slightly, squinted his long eyelashes stained with dust, and looked at the oncoming yellow-green rough off-road vehicle in the distance.
The yellow sand beneath his feet sank to his ankles, and there was only a thin layer of sand on his body, revealing his strong body lines. Every muscle was very dynamic and beautiful. Standing in the desert, it looked like a kind of body art, a kind of masculine sexy temptation, rushing towards his face.
"There's a naked man!"
On the yellow-green rough off-road vehicle, the thick man in the passenger seat squinted and looked in the direction of He-El. When he saw He-El standing on the desert, tall and strong, with beautiful muscle outlines, strong and full of special charm, his eyes lit up.
"Drive over!"
"Did our slave escape?" The driver of the off-road vehicle couldn't help but wonder, "Or did US Military send someone to save him?"
Among the Gobi Desert nearby, with a radius of hundreds of kilometers, there is only their Freedom Fighters base.
In the latest kidnapping, he remembered that only the wealthy playboy Daimyo killed all the army soldiers escorting him, leaving no prisoners at all.
There are no slaves in the base at all, which makes them unable to vent their desires.
How could a naked man with such a good figure suddenly appear in the desert?
You can tell from a glance that these muscles have been cultivated for a long time. The skin is delicate, the muscles are strong and powerful, and the sex is perfect. Unlike Freedom Fighters like them who often experience wind and rain in the desert, they all look bold and unruly.
The driver in the main driving seat was more likely to be an agent or soldier from US Military who sent people to search, and ended up getting lost in the desert.
But... are you so completely lost? Even your clothes are lost?
The driver in the main driver's seat was confused, but he did not hesitate and drove the off-road vehicle directly. He and the man in the passenger seat hung the two HK416 automatic rifle belts from their heads, and placed the HK416 automatic rifle on the waist where it was most convenient to pick up and shoot.
The rough man in the passenger seat also loaded the M9 Pistol, and also loaded the M9 Pistol of the man in the driver's seat, and inserted it into his waist. Then, he stuck a short knife and dagger behind his waist, almost fully armed, and looked at the He-El standing in the desert with an evil smile.
The off-road vehicle soon arrived not far from He-El. The door opened, and two middle-aged men got out, wearing white gowns, coarse woolen cloaks, and gingham turbans. At first glance, they had the characteristics of the Allah Arab race.
He-El When he saw them for the first time, he roughly guessed that there should be an oasis or a human gathering point no more than a hundred kilometers away, and it was not small. There should be a town a little further away, otherwise off-road vehicles would not become a means of transportation in the desert.
Just for vehicle maintenance, the number of people is destined to be very large, and there will be a relatively large town at least a hundred kilometers away.
And seeing two Allah people, it is very likely that they are in the Allah Desert.
"Turn around! Turn around and lie down!"
The man with a thick red beard looked menacing. He glanced fiercely at He-El's body, raised his HK416 automatic rifle in his right hand and pointed at He-El, making a threatening statement.
The middle-aged man said Arabic. He had seen He-El a few times before, so he could understand it.
But at this moment, I wonder if I heard it wrong?
"???"
He-El A continuous question mark rises in his head. When facing a stranger in the desert, it is normal to be vigilant. It is understandable to turn around when asked to turn around and to lie down.
Immediately.
He-El's squinting eyes gave off a dangerous aura.
'Bang!'
There was a gunshot.
The man who got out of the driver's seat pulled out his pistol and shot directly at He-El.
He-El was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was no longer Steel Body. He had been shot directly on one side of his abdomen, and bright red blood was flowing out.
Fortunately, the opponent used a pistol, and He-El's current mortal body can be regarded as the limit of human flesh. In an instant, he reacted instinctively, and his muscles contracted tightly to withstand part of the impact damage, and the bullet did not completely penetrate into the internal organs.
But the blood flowed out and soaked the lower half of the body, and the physical pain that arose made He-El aware of it like a dream.
He no longer has the Steel Body to resist bullets, nor does he have the speed to dodge bullets. Even his excellent human sight can only barely see the trajectory of the bullet penetrating the air, and he cannot avoid it.
The power of bullets cannot be ignored.
Firearms are already weapons that can put his life in danger.
This world is a world where you can kill your mortal enemy, not because the world is too strong, but because you are too weak.
"Are you crazy? Why did you shoot!" The thick man yelled and cursed in anger.
"Don't you see his figure? He's strong and perfect, we can't let him get close to us!" replied another.
"We have guns, you stupid idiot!" The rough man swore a few distinctive swear words, mixed with angry curses, and said unfavorably:
After saying that, when they looked at He-El, they found that He-El suddenly looked like a cat with explosive hair. The fine dust on the hair spread out like a giant dragon's scales spread out in rows. It exuded a terrifying power and could not help but make the two of them shiver as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
He-El is like a huge tiger, stretching out a smooth, strong and graceful running posture. Every micro-moving muscle, chest muscles, abdominal muscles, thigh muscles... are stretching out extremely dynamic biological movements like a leopard, running towards the thick man with a murderous running posture.
The rough man no longer wanted to take advantage of the heat. He was so frightened that his neck tightened and stiffened, and he shouted with horror in his eyes, "Kill him, kill him, he is a devil, he is a devil!!"
The two men quickly picked up their guns and shot at He-El.
He-El's eyes were like those of the top predators in the ecosystem, staring sharply at the muzzles of the two men. The continuous bullets broke through the sound barrier in the air, setting off lines of sonic booms, grazing the skin of He-El's running hands and feet at a slight distance. Not a single bullet could hit the running He-El.
The two were so frightened that He-El was a devil. They were so frightened that He-El stared at them that they screamed in fear. They raised their HK416 automatic rifles and shot at He-El, but still not a single bullet could hit.
Continuous bullets penetrated the sound barrier and all missed He-El's skin. Without even a trace of delay, He-El came in front of the rough man. He turned around like a ghost and disappeared from the rough man's sight. In his horrified eyes, Phoenix-Eye Fist penetrated his neck from behind and hit his temple.
Quickly, veins popped out on his temples, his eyes were bloodshot, and his brain was shaken to a pulp and died.
He-El was behind him, holding his body with his hands. The other man was so frightened that he lost his voice and opened fire wildly at the roughly enlarged man's body.
He-El attached his right hand to the roughly enlarged man's hanging HK416 automatic rifle, used the corpse as a shield, fired two bursts, and accurately hit the HK416 automatic rifle in the hand of the remaining man.
He-El threw away the body in his hand, walked out with the HK416 automatic rifle in his right hand, pointed at the man, and said coldly:
"Get in the car and take me to the nearest human gathering point."
After a while, the man's legs were weak before he stood up with He-El pointing a gun at him, and walked to the off-road vehicle with He-El.
Opening the passenger door, He-El looked back and raised his eyebrows slightly. Stark Industries's various weapons were stacked behind the car.