Listen to the dense and forbidden gunfire, Lin Xie feels a bitter taste in his mouth, privilege? Is that privilege? For the sake of one's own personal grievance, such an elite army has become Li Zeyi, a privileged figure, with a knife in his hand! This is the power of the state. How can it be reduced to a personal tool? But the facts are in front of us!

when the Blood Sword rose again, Lin Xie rushed out and didn't turn around as usual to dodge bullets. Because there was a little girl who suffered a lot of tribulation on his back, how could he bear to let that...