Chapitre 530: The Ghost in the Camouflage Uniform

They were looking at the devil himself!

The Devil! That was the first thought that flashed into the Libyan rebel fighters' minds who rushed into the residential building. A man who did not fear guns and could simply and brutally kill anyone with just a steel rod mustn't be considered a man. He must be the devil that broke out of the deepest level of hell. His blood-red eyes were evidence enough.

The one-sided killing went on without abate, and at least a dozen or more rebel fighters threw their guns away, scared out of their wits. They ran toward the ground floor, screaming at the top of their lungs all the way down. They only had one thought in their heads--Run! Run from the devil! They only wished that they had been born with more legs at that very moment.