Overturn the tank with bare hands!
Such a scene can only be achieved by the superheroes in the movie.
But now, Ye Fan makes the exaggerated plot in the movie become reality.
What is even more shocking is that after Ye Fan completed this frightening feat, his face was not flushed or breathless, and even a drop of sweat did not flow out. It seemed to be effortless.
Since he can overturn one tank, he can overturn the second, third...
To him, the remaining nine Leopard 2 tanks are like moving targets, vulnerable!
For a while, the drivers of those tanks shivered with fright, and could no longer afford any courage to resist.
The shells of the Leopard 2 tank can easily tear through the enemy's line of defense, but it did not cause any damage to Ye Fan's hair.
The power of its charge, even armored vehicles would be crushed, but it was overturned by Ye Fan.
Such a peerless murderer, beyond their imagination, their psychological defense was completely defeated, and even doubted the world.
However, when they were startled, Ye Fan did not stop fighting.
"Wow!"
Ye Fan rushed out like an arrow from the string, and the speed was so fast that it left afterimages in the air, and the naked eye could not capture his exact position.
Compared with the huge Leopard 2 tank, his body is very small, but it has endless power.
It's like an ant, possessing the brute force of a mammoth, running rampant, and everything it passes is a mess.
In just a few minutes, the remaining nine tanks were also overturned and turned into a pile of scrap copper and iron.
Sweep a thousand armies like a sweep, who can be the enemy!
Alone, single-handedly, flattened a military base, killed 8,000 elites, and collapsed ten tanks.
Such supernatural power is rare in the world!
In the distance, Hua Jieyu, hiding in the golden shield, showed a very complicated expression on Qiao's face, a little joyful and a little confused, as if she couldn't believe that all of this was true.
She pinched her face severely and felt the intense pain before she was sure that this was not a dream.
Looking at Ye Fan who is like a from a distance, Hua Jieyu's beautiful eyes bloomed with strange brilliance, and said in his heart:
"Could it be... the Bodhisattva who rescued the suffering, really heard my prayer?"
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"Does the legendary Leopard 2 tank only have this power? It's disappointing!"
Ye Fan shook his head.
The battle just now wasn't even a warm-up for him.
In fact, it is not that these Siamese troops are too weak, but that he is too strong!
Ye Fan has already condensed the Void Pill, he can be described as a half-step golden pill master, coupled with all kinds of magical powers, can even kill most of the heavenly powers, standing on the top of all living beings.
Siam is not a military power. Although the subordinates of the young master of Sabah, although there are many people, they can only bully ordinary people. When they meet a truly peerless power, they are no different from a chicken.
However, Ye Fan did not dare to be overwhelmed by it.
Military powers like the U.S. and the Tsarist state are not as powerful as the mobs of Siam.
These countries also have "super-soldier" units equipped with the most advanced equipment such as particle cannons, and their lethality is very exaggerated. Even legendary equipment such as "individual nuclear weapons" is under development.
Even with Ye Fan's current physical strength, a little carelessness would suffer a big loss.
On the lookout.
The young master Sabah's face was as gray as death, like a bereaved concubine, as if his strength had been hollowed out, and his whole body trembled.
At this moment, he was like a polished commander, and he didn't dare to think about revenge. It would be good if he could survive.
Without any hesitation, Master Sabah immediately turned his head and wanted to escape from the secret passage.
However, as soon as he turned around, he found that Ye Fan, who was still on the battlefield, appeared on the observation deck in the blink of an eye, blocking his way.
"You...who are you? We have no grievances and no enmity, why do you want me to die?"
Because of the extreme panic, the voice of Sabah Master, like a duck pinched by the throat, was particularly harsh.
"Humph!"
Ye Fan sneered, his eyes sharp, and he said in a deep voice: "A scum like you is lewd and vicious. I don't know how many innocent people have been persecuted, and death is worthless!"
"But before that, we hadn't even seen it before!" Young Master Shaba looked aggrieved, wondering how the evil star Ye Fan would come to the door.
"If it is to be blamed... blame your father Kunpa for taking in Li Leiting!" Ye Fan's voice was sonorous and powerful, his words were like swords.
"Li Leiting?"
Hearing this name, the young master of Sabah was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to think of something, with an unconcealable look of fear on his face, and stammered: "You...you are Ye Fan, the one who made the global underground organization fearful. Ye Fan?!"
As the son of General Khunpa, Master Sabah is not an ignorant person.
What's more, the event of the tens of billions of dollars in rewards was like a blockbuster that shocked the entire underground world.
Of course he knew that a Chinese teenager named "Ye Fan" killed dozens of top killers overnight, including strong men like Sun King Apollo, Amazon's first warrior, and Leo the Ripper!
Many underground organizations were also destroyed because of this, leaving no one alive.
Afterwards, the World Killer League violated professional ethics for the first time, revoked the killing order, and included Li Leiting on the "blacklist."
The Sabah Master never expected that this legendary peerless murderer would directly kill Siam.
The next moment, his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees with a "plop", crying with his nose and tears, begging for mercy:
"Your Excellency, I don't know if it was you who came here! Please show your compassion, raise your hands, and spare me a little life! I have money, I have a lot of money, and I can give you all..."
At this moment, the young master Sabah no longer had the arrogance he had before, like a dog wagging his tail, he was willing to let him eat in order to survive.
Ye Fan looked at him condescendingly, his eyes full of contempt, and said coldly: "Say! Where is Li Leiting hiding? And... how many strongholds does your father have in Siam, tell me the specific location!"
Under the threat of death, the young master of Sabah didn't dare to or skid, and told Ye Fan all the information.
It turned out that General Khumpa’s lair was located in a valley in Phrae, northern Siam. It occupies a dangerous place and is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Now it has been built into a military fortress by General Khumpa. Continue to send soldiers for it.
From here to that old nest, there are 12 strongholds along the way, each of which is large or small, with soldiers stationed in hundreds to thousands.
With so many troops, it is no wonder that General Khunpa was able to become the most powerful warlord in Siam, covering the sky with one hand and doing whatever he wanted.
...
"Your Excellency, what you want to know, I have said everything, without concealing it! Now...Can you let me go?" The Sabah Master asked cautiously, looking forward to it.
"Sabah, apart from the previous fifteen concubines, how many young girls have you harmed?" Ye Fan suddenly asked.
Hearing this question, the young master of Sabah shook his heart and had a strong ominous premonition. There was a puff of cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes rolled around, wondering what he was thinking about.
"To be honest! If you dare to lie to me, I will make you die miserably!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"Probably... a few hundred..." Shaba Master said tremblingly.
"Give me an exact number!" Ye Fan asked, between the lines, there was an irresistible will.
"Five...500 or so!"
Hearing this astonishing number, Ye Fan was furious, his eyes bursting with murderous intent.
More than five hundred young girls in the season were played by Sabah to death. This guy is like a groom every night.
If you keep him alive, I don't know how many girls there will be tortured.
Feeling the substantive murderous aura, the young master Sabah's hair on his body stood up like an ice cellar, and he knelt down and begged for mercy.
However, Ye Fan was not moved at all, his face was livid, like a cold-faced judge, slowly speaking, his tone was as cold as the cold Siberian wind:
"Today, I will act for the sky! If you killed more than five hundred girls, I will stab you five hundred swords to avenge those girls!"
