Chapter 23 The young commander is angry!

The scene in front of them made these big men trembling involuntarily. Emily Clark's eyes were full of horror, and the hand holding the gun couldn't help shaking! Tyrus Wilson smiled: "Miss Clark, now, it seems that I have more guns than you!" "You... who are you?" Emily Clark felt her teeth shaking. The smiling man in front of her was, at this moment, terrifying like a devil! "Didn't you hear what they called me?" "Young commander!" "I am the head of the Northen Corps, the young marshal in Hunga, Tyrus Wilson!" "Eldest... Missy!" There was a hint of crying in the tone of a sturdy man at the moment: "Then...those are all generals with real guns and nuclear bombs!" "We're screwed!" "No! Impossible! It must not be true!" Emily Clark had long hair flamboyantly and bloodshot eyes. She quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number in a panic: "Th