C577 The Mastermind

It exploded.

The dirt bottle exploded with lime powder, producing a dull sound.

Zhang Qiang first turned his head to dodge. He felt a wave of air coming at him, and his body trembled heavily.

. . . "" He cursed.

This kind of lower three. . . For a combat member, it was only a matter of a few seconds of nervousness, but it didn't cause much harm. The key was disgust.

Chen Tie watched worriedly as the hill in the northwestern part of the mountain rang again.

First, a few egg-sized things were thrown over, and a few of them exploded.

"Chen Xiao team, damn it, they even used a slingshot,. . . " One of the team members squatted on the ground and quickly dropped his goggles to prevent the fragments from falling onto him.

Chen Tiebie and the others were still angry. These unruly people didn't just shoot people, they even used such a shameless method.

The sky darkened and the lone army went deep into the forest. They did not know what would happen in the middle of the night. If that was the case, they would be surrounded by enemies and it would be even more troublesome to guard against them.

"Listen up, aim at the forest beside us, stick to the ground, give me. . . " He bit his lips heavily, and was about to give the order to open fire.

It was already at this time, they were always attacked, not to mention getting attacked. It was a small battle team. Even a team would have to consider their own safety.

At this moment, Coles walked over in a few steps. He probably felt that it was too much of a hassle to speak, so he directly grabbed his hand and shook his head vigorously, stopping him from saying, "No, no. "

Following which, Chekov and the others followed behind him.

They surrounded Chen Tie and gave him a textbook lesson.

After all, they thought that although the sneak attack was abominable, according to their observations, it was definitely caused by a small number of people. The black crowd on the other side was definitely not full of killers and criminals.

With such a large area of gunfire warning, the headquarters definitely would not support it. If they were to act willfully, they would be punished.

"You guys are full of benevolence and morality. Do you have brains? If you don't do something more ruthless, will you stop tonight? Retreat and rush over. Sigh. . . "Chen Tie thought in exasperation.

The rules and cases that he usually learned were completely useless. He only rushed over from the back during the day, and it was not easy to return now.

This was the first time he had been so diligent. There was not enough manpower, danger everywhere, and even sneak attacks were around him. If this continued, the team members would definitely be anxious and exhausted from dealing with it.

However, even if they thought about it, facing several international colleagues, they also knew to swallow their anger.

"Team Chen Xiao, what are they doing?" A member reported.

Everyone looked up and saw a lot of people coming out from the crowd in the north. They were all strong people who had pushed out a lot of things.

With just a few glances, they could clearly see that they were all round things.

The young men threw these things on the road and lit them up in a few moments. In a short while, a fire lit up.

This time, Chen Tie had not even glanced at them when Wang Meng, one of his team members, squatted down on the hill and complained: "Who are these people? They are playing this game again. "

This was a scene that was commonly seen in movies and dramas:

Burning tires.

There were many rubber trees in this place. Many factories used to make tires. There were many of these things. Once they caused trouble, they would burn them. It had become a custom.

That was not all. When the crowd in the distance saw the fire, their interest was piqued. Men and women stood out, singing and jumping next to the fire.

Some of them held beast skin drums and beat them rhythmically. They all began to dance enthusiastically.

In Chen Tian's and the others' opinion, the other party had blocked the path, continuously launching sneak attacks and even dancing. If they were to perform another program later and have a picnic on the spot, it would become a typical protracted battle.

"Eat, eat. Each group will take turns. Think of a way to eat while thinking of a way. This damn weather, why don't we hurry over? Brothers, what should we do?"

He really had no choice but to do so.

The team members in front of the car switched off the perimeter security and started to eat.

Of course, they could also see the scene of eating here.

In the stockade, under a row of green mango trees, in a shabby house, the old patriarch, Pierre, was lying on a rattan chair and resting.

He was only in his fifties this year, which was considered old among the locals.

This fellow had a necklace full of animal bones on his neck, and a low-quality gold ring was worn on his finger. It was very eye-catching.

His finger lightly tapped on the armrest. He had a comfortable look on his face:

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Next to him was a young lady with a pigtail on her head.

This girl had a beautiful figure. . .

The girl's husband used to be a bandit and died on the battlefield after getting married. According to the local customs, no one could touch this kind of woman. It had to be Pierre, the chief and priest, regularly to get rid of her bad luck.

Don't look at how old Pierre was, He was skinny and skinny, but he was extremely powerful. This had to do with the fact that he had eaten a local palm fruit for a long time.

This old man was not good at living. He even created a bad habit of letting men go out in the stockade and entrusting women to his friends to take care of them.

Of course, this friend referred to men.

. . .

. . .

It was only when the door was kicked open did he slowly raise his head.

Five or six fierce-looking fellows came in from outside.

All of them were carrying long and short guns, and there were dazzling bullet chains hanging on their chests.

Needless to say, these were the bandits from Kenny City.

The leader had seen him before, and he had specifically come to threaten him a few days ago.

It was the leader of the Shark Group on an island next to Kenny City, Helen.

This guy was in his thirties. He had a big waist and a big waist. It was unknown when his mouth had been broken. The stitch mark was still there, revealing his black teeth.

"Old ghost, haha. . . I heard that your daughters and granddaughters are all outside the stockade.

Hehe. . . " Helen shouted, lifted her foot, and stepped on the woman's back without any politeness, lightly stepping on it.

The old man in pain gritted his teeth and said vaguely:

"Boss Helen, aren't they all working hard? The people of Maple Leaf Village are very interesting. "

He was saying that he did what they told him to do, so there was no problem.

"We agreed at that time that we would kill them before dark, bury them alive, and burn them to death. Whatever you want, what about now?

Old fool, we hope to see a pile of corpses right away. Did you hear that?"

As Helen spoke, a murderous intent surged into her heart.

"Damn Helen, you are so arrogant in my place. If you can do anything, will you come and find me?

In my territory, you have to listen to me about anything, otherwise. . . "

Pierre thought slyly, but after a second thought, he gave up the idea.

"These guys who eat people but don't spit out their bones are all ruthless. We can't fight them head on. "

He needed to hear what he was going to say right away, so he put on an act of following orders.