Bam...

The middle-aged man finally landed about 5 meters in front of them.

His existence left Qin Tian with no other choice but to stop the car.

Although he wasn't carrying a parachute, he was actually carrying a large machine gun. An ordinary soldier definitely couldn't carry a rifle that big but he carried it as if he were carrying a small toy.

A machine gun of that size might even blow up a tank.

"He," seeing his face directly, Clara's expression immediately changed.

"You know him?" Qin Tian asked.

"Yes," Clara nodded. "His name is Benson. He's my boss and instructor at the CIA." "He's also been the captain of the American special forces. His combat prowess is terrifying, to say he's a real Rambo isn't an exaggeration at all."

"I didn't expect that he would come personally."

"But how can he jump from such a height?" She then showed a confused expression.

"That's because he is a cultivator," Qin Tian replied expressionlessly.

Since he entered that country where he would probably use his powers, Clara would surely find out sooner or later, so he chose to tell her a few things first. Now happens to be the perfect time.

"A cultivator?" Clara was instantly stunned when she heard his words.

"You'll find out soon enough!" He smiled mysteriously before continuing. "Let's go down first."

"Mm," despite the hesitation and nervousness, Clara still followed his words.

Before getting off, she took out a gun that had been placed in the glove compartment of the car. The gun was given by Jhonny to her before they left.

Quickly, they arrived in front of the car.

Seeing them getting out of the car, Benson immediately stepped towards them. He looked at Qin Tian for a while before looking at Clara.

Just by smelling that person Qin Tian knew that he was a very ruthless person. His body emitted the smell of blood, who knew how many people he had killed.

"Clara," he said as he walked toward them.

His voice sounded very hoarse like the sound of a broken engine. Sounds like that can definitely make a baby stop crying.

"Tell me are you still a CIA or not?" He asked.

He stopped walking as he said that, but he pointed the machine gun he was carrying at Clara.

Now that he was only about 2 meters away from them, if Clara answered no, he would probably shoot her straight away with the machine gun.

Even though Clara was sure of Qin Tian, ​​she still trembled when she heard Benson's words.

He clearly lacked tenderness even to a beautiful young woman.

Clara would be meat porridge if she was shot with that machine gun.

As a man, Qin Tian took a step forward, he then stood in front of Clara.

Clara didn't say anything, she just stared at his back.

Benson was clearly aware of everything the moment he saw their actions.

He then looked at Qin Tian and said; "So this little guy made you leave the CIA?"

"Then what if he dies? Are you coming back?" He looked ready to pull the trigger.

Since Qin Tian was now standing in front of Clara, the muzzle of the rifle naturally aimed at him.

But Qin Tian only smiled as he looked at the muzzle of the rifle.

"Want to kill me, let's see if you have that ability," he said.

He didn't beat around the bush, after he said that, he immediately took action.

Shua...

In an instant, he appeared right in front of Benson.

Without giving him a chance to react, he then pushed his head down onto the asphalt.

Bang...

Immediately the back of his head hit the asphalt, causing the asphalt to crack like a spider's web.

His head was still fine, but his eyes were wide as if he was seeing a ghost.

Qin Tian then pressed his chest with his feet so that he couldn't move anymore.

He couldn't even open his mouth.

Qin Tian didn't really care about him, he then looked at Clara who was stunned.

"So what do you want to do with him? If you want him dead, you can shoot him with your gun."

"I," Clara was immediately confused.

After calming down, she sighed and shook her head.

"No need, he treated me pretty well when I was in the CIA, let's get him first," she replied.

"Okay," Qin Tian nodded.

He has no intention of making decisions for her, whatever she wants, he will help her.

He then pulled Benson's body into the car. He him her in the car and tied his hands and feet with iron chains. The chains might not be strong enough to withstand him but he coated them with his spiritual energy so that they became a thousand times stronger.

After that, he and Clara immediately continued on their way.

Clara looked like she wanted to ask, but she seemed at a loss as to how to ask.

"Let's talk to him first," said Qin Tian.

He then snapped his fingers at Benson.

A speck of light flew into his chest, and it healed the wound that caused Benson to be unable to open his mouth.

After being able to open his mouth, the big man immediately spoke.

"Who are you?" He asked with a shocked expression.

Qin Tian smiled before replying. "Isn't it obvious, I'm Clara's husband."

"No, I mean, what is your identity, no, your background?"

"You have to learn to speak properly first. As for my background, you should already know that since you're Clara's boss at the CIA."

"You..." He was clearly annoyed by his answer.

"Well, I have a question for you," Qin Tian continued. "What is the real purpose of your life? Do you want to become an invincible warrior or serve the gods?"

"Ha? What do you mean?" The question confused him.

"You just need to say your purpose in life."

"My life's purpose?"

"Yes, do you want to become an invincible warrior or serve the gods?"

"What kind of question is that? I may want to be an invincible warrior, but the greatest purpose of my life is to serve America and its people."

When he said his purpose in life, he looked very proud.

"Oh?" The answer intrigued Qin Tian.

"Then what are you doing here? This isn't America, is it?"