"Really, Commander Max?" Metheus frowned tightly, with anger in his eyes, he turned his head and bowed to the angry priest messenger: "Please rest assured, sir, we have time to send troops."
"Come on, you two idiots!"
"Mistheus is not good!" Max suddenly rushed in front of Metheus, his eyes swayed and said: "The Bering Strait, the Panama Canal, we didn't send troops there at all, there is now... an empty shell."
Metheus shuddered and picked up the military newspaper in disbelief.
Sure enough, there was no military presence in the two strategic locations.
Of all the troops in Bei Ai, apart from the millions of troops stationed at the naval base on the east coast, only the city of San Francisco has hundreds of thousands of troops, and there are no troops stationed in the rest of the place.
Max sneered inwardly. With his own strategy, how could he send the army out? He had to hold it firmly.
However, the priest's messenger stared at Max coldly at the moment, and asked word by word: "What? Now you want to tell me that these two deadly holes can't be kept? The Asian League is going to come in from these two places?"
Max gritted his teeth, smiled bitterly, and finally nodded.
The priest's messenger was furious, and smashed the thick marble tabletop with one palm. His anger rushed to the crown, and the strange face full of green scales was terrifying: "This is the commander? You have killed so many high-level officials of Bei Ai. You continue to live, and you repay me like this?!"
Misus was shocked, and quickly stopped in front of the priest's messenger, and said in a low voice: "Sir, this is the end, we can only find a way to make up for it."
"Even if you kill Max now, it won't do anything."
"Sir, calm down, calm down."
The priest's messenger suppressed his anger and looked at Metheus coldly: "You are the leader, what do you do now?"
Misus's face was tangled and he hesitated.
"Say it!" The anger of the priest's messenger came up again.
"My lord, my lord!" Metheus was frightened, and he bent down and said quickly: "My lord, it's time to activate the Mayan Guard Corps. I beg you to save Bei Ai. Bei Ai is your most loyal subordinate."
Mayan Guard Corps?
Is it the legion that patrols the Mayan temple all day around the World Tree, everyone is mentally slack, shaped like a skull, with a fanatical guard legion?
Of course, these words Metheus did not say.
However, the priest's messenger suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at Metheus with a terrifyingly silent gaze. No one knew what that gaze meant.
curious? anger? Or suspicious?
Metheus bent down deeply, his face terrified, and beads of cold sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead.
"The Mayan Guard Legion." The priest messenger stared straight at Metheus and said slowly: "It is the last line of defense outside the Mayan Temple."
"Metheus, do you want to transfer the Guard Corps?"
"Do you want the Mayan Temple... to be exposed to the world?"
The last sentence, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, made Metheus feel a thunderbolt in his heart, and he stepped back in a panic, "No, no, no..."
"Misius." The tone of the priest's messenger was like the cold snow of the twelfth lunar month, and it was like a sharp blade.
Metheus' face was sallow, and cold sweat was pouring down.
"Metheus, what are you trying to do? Are you crazy? You dare to interfere with the Guard Corps! You are absolutely crazy!"
Max suddenly let out a roar, and then a heavy punch hit Metheus in the face.
This heavy punch directly smashed the skin of Misius's cheeks, and the blood flowed non-stop.
Metheus covered his cracked cheek, still shaking his head in fear.
The priest's messenger watched this scene silently and did not respond.
Max threw himself on Metheus and grabbed Metheus' neckline with a storm-like continuous punch, which was not merciless at all.
Metheus' nasal bones were broken.
The white and miserable bone scum came out of his nose.
It looked excruciatingly painful.
But Metheus just didn't say a word, as if he really regretted that he had violated the adult's bottom line.
"You're a lunatic!"
"Can you mention the Guard Corps!"
"My Max is so blind that I supported you to be the leader of Bei Ai!"
"Today, today, I personally abolished your leader!"
Max's face was covered with the blood of Metheus. In front of the priest's messenger, he pulled out the blade with a cold glow from his waist and placed it directly on the neck of Metheus.
"Mistheus, don't you admit it to the adults?" Max's tone was cold.
Metheus raised his eyes and looked at the official messenger. Tears suddenly appeared in his eyes. He wailed: "My lord, it's not that I don't admit my mistake, it's that we really can't do anything about it."
"To transfer troops from here to the Bering Strait and the Panama Canal, it will take at least four hours to transport troops at full speed, but the Guard Corps has better fighter planes, and they have no time to block the Asian Alliance."
"My lord, please, save Bei Ai..."
"Misius, shut up!" Max was furious, his blade held high: "You still dare to offend your lord, do you really not know how to write dead words? Well, I'll teach you today!"
In the horrified eyes of Metheus, Hanmang fell from the top of his head.
The blade didn't stop at all!
At this moment, there was only one thought in Metheus's mind: Riding a horse, Max's **** is too real!
Moments before the blade was decapitated, the priest's messenger reached out and grabbed Max's blade.
"Big... lord?" Max panicked, shaking his arms vigorously, but found that the power of the priest's messenger was extremely heavy, and he couldn't break free.
"You killed him, Bei Ai has no leader, so he forgot."
The priest's messenger said lightly: "Even if I was extremely angry, I didn't kill you, but now you want to kill the leader. When you kill him, Bei Ai forgot that you came over and cried with me, is it interesting?"
Max was stunned, as if weighing the pros and cons.
"You still can't figure it out? Stupid!" The priest's messenger scolded angrily~www.mtlnovel.com~ Max put down the blade unwillingly, and squatted on the ground with his head covered.
Metheus also lay down in front of the priest messenger with snot and tears.
The entire conference room was silent.
After a long time, the priest messenger dropped a sentence and disappeared immediately.
"The Mayan Guard Corps will go to these two places to stop the sub-alliance."
"You two, let me hold the sub-alliance on the frontal battlefield!"
The priest's messenger disappeared, Max and Metheus looked at each other, and they both laughed.
With blood all over his face, Metheus slammed Max hard and scolded: "You **** are crazy, just now, I thought I was going to be beheaded by you!"
Max smiled embarrassedly and hugged Metheus heavily: "Old man, it's worth it, as soon as the Mayan Guards leave, the road to the Mayan Temple will be unimpeded!"
Chapter end
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