Chapter 247 Do not disturb the sleeping dragon, the sleeping dragon has awakened!
The Hand of God has a resounding name, but its essence is just a glove that is as thin as a cicada's wing and somewhat transparent.

This spiritual outfit is difficult to activate, has harsh conditions, and requires a high price, but it is also very powerful.

It can steal an object within a specific range whose grade is not lower than its own, and there is a chance of failure, but after a large amount of resources from the Holy Heaven are invested in strengthening it, its grade will be improved step by step. In this world, there are only a handful of spiritual equipment with a higher grade than it.

Unfortunately, the high-frequency enhancement did not expand the power of the Hand of God. The Armenian Spirit Equipment Research Institute originally planned to develop the ability to steal living things or parts of the body, such as directly stealing the enemy's heart. Although the result was not satisfactory, the current Hand of God is powerful enough.

In an A-level battlefield, it can completely steal the enemy's A-level main weapon by force, making an evenly matched battle become one-sided.

Wilson put on gloves, and at his notice, a disheveled man was dragged over. Wilson put his hand on the man's head, and the next second a scorching holy light ignited, turning the man into ashes.

The souls of 666 sinners, and they must be extremely evil sinners. Only after a sufficient number of souls are executed will the hand of God awaken, because the dazzling holy light during the execution is also called the hand of judgment.

These souls are only a small part of the price. Fortunately, the Holy Heaven has already paid the other prices, and only the last sinner's soul is left to block the progress, so as to avoid serious consequences caused by unmet conditions when wanting to use it.

As the execution was completed, the thin skin of the Hand of God tightened and became lighter, allowing Wilson's blue veins and sweat hairs to be seen through the gloves.

Wilson's face quickly turned pale. Before the start, half of his blood was needed as a donation. Fortunately, Wilson was also a senior participant. He quickly took out a delicate small bottle and drank it.

"Aim for the scales in A-004's arms. If you can't get it, choose the grass ring on his head." Harvey advised. After all, the Famine Knight only has these two things on his body.

Wilson nodded seriously, his pale face with a hint of abnormal blood color, and strode forward.

On the other side, Trudeau hung up the phone, threw it away, and slumped in the soft chair. At this time, only his staff were with him in the operations room.

"General, I think you are still too impulsive. This phone call must have been closely monitored. What you said was too extreme." The aide frowned and said in a deep voice.

Du Lu waved his hand: "I just said it for them to hear. Do you think if I don't say it, they won't throw me out as a scapegoat if something goes wrong?"

He put his hand on his face and said, "Jason, my good brother, you know I love my country and its people, even if it is a little run-down and its rulers are stinky."

"Deno Province is a major grain-producing province. Once problems arise, the entire country will be in turmoil. Armenia was originally a country founded by a group of immigrants. When there is a major fluctuation, this land will immediately split into a dozen small countries, just like those autonomous provinces."

"So I have to deal with it as soon as possible. The dark creatures won't give us a chance, and neither will the congressmen. By the time they have gone through a series of political games and wrangled with each other, it will be too late. Denor State will be permanently desolate. You are also aware of the data on the dust that was sent to you. After all, you are a top student, much smarter than a general like me who only knows how to fight."

Dulu put his hand down and said with a smile, then he turned his chair to face the map of Armenia.

"So, I made a decision, I made a decision on behalf of the congressmen, throwing out the trouble, and at the same time, I also explained the solution." Trudeau pointed at himself and said, "I can only do this much, as an ordinary person, an ordinary general, even if this decision leads to the wrong path, even if the price of the mistake is myself."

He sighed: "If I were a participant, would I not be in such a dilemma as I am now?"

"Maybe. I think you are still a little reckless." Jason still frowned.

Du Lu stood up and put his hands on Jason's shoulders: "It's too late to say this now. I have been reckless all my life, and this last time is not a big deal."

"I'm done, both in politics and in life, but you, Jason Bourne, my good brother, you're different."

He hugged Jason and patted his back gently: "When you used your body to block the fatal bullet for me on the battlefield, and I watched the doctor remove the bullet from your heart, I secretly swore that you would be my good brother, Duru Biya, for life."

Du Lu untied his hands, adjusted Jason's hat brim and collar, looked at his childish face and said, "You are a top student with academic qualifications and rich combat experience, and you are young enough. I wanted to keep you by my side for a few years before releasing you, but now something has gone wrong. You still have a more glorious life to experience, and there is no need to ruin it with me, an old man without a family."

"General!" Jason's lips trembled slightly, but his military nature did not allow him to take any further action.

Du Lu waved his hand: "I understand you, just as you understand me. In fact, many times, when I see you, it's like seeing my younger self, and you have a kinder and softer heart than me. Needless to say, I know it in my heart, and it's better than my eyes. Go out and prepare yourself while I still have some energy."

He pointed at Jason's heart, then at his own, and Jason's pupils trembled and turned slightly red. In the end, he said nothing, saluted and walked out.

Du Lu looked at the departing figure, sighed, took out a cigarette lighter with trembling hands, tried several times, the flame was high, but he couldn't light it.

Jason walked out and sighed, wiped away the tears that were gushing out, dragged his heavy steps forward, and walked straight ahead.

And finally sent out detailed messages.

'General Dulu, my old brother, you are an admirable man. In you, I see the glory of a patriot. We are so similar, so similar that I love my country as well! '

After sending the message, Jason tilted his head towards the east. The sun was about to set, making the clouds look red.

At the same time, in the response department, Eve also received a message from abroad.

And this piece of news is about to awaken the sleeping dragon, a dragon that has spent a long time watching the prosperity and decline of nations and the rise and fall of nations for thousands of years, and yet it itself has survived!

(End of this chapter)