There are many elite forces in America, and he is just one of them.
He believed they had no problem.
Laird, however, had a little unhappy, he still wanted to see Will, "You think your heir can kick me off?"
"Do you think so?" Will slowly said, those good-looking eyes with self-confidence, "He is super dope."
"You really not going?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I'm not the only one who can compete." Will made it very clear.
America was strong, and we wouldn't lose.
But if country needed him to return to the battlefield, he would not hesitate to return.
"You are unable to let go of your little girlfriend, aren't you?" Laird made a guess, his eyes glanced at Sarah, "Afraid she will be sad if you go?"
"I'm afraid you'll cry". Will's reply was always just right, "I don't know who loses and comes to me every year to dislike me".
Laird, "......"
Was that a dislike?
It was clearly a declaration of war.