An Mengxi breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Qing looked easy-going, but inside he was a very arrogant person.
Such people may make changes immediately after realizing their mistakes, but it is difficult for them to accept teachings from others.
Fortunately, although Ye Qing is arrogant, he is not headstrong.
"Then cut it!" Bai Hu pointed at the elephant skin and said neatly.
"No, you can't cut it!" Ye Qing shook his head decisively.
Bai Hu looked at him in surprise: "Why."
"This is the first layer of elephant skin that will get stuck." Ye Qing said with a smile: "This is a very magical site. The rough stones produced will become more and more swollen the more they are rubbed, and the more they are cut, the more they will collapse."
"real or fake!"
Ye Qing saw An Mengxi coming over and stared at it with interest: "Because the stone that will get stuck has a thin skin and a large filling, it not only has to be full of material, but also has to break.
If you cut it, even if you have reserved the bracelet space in advance, if there is a tear and it passes through the bracelet space, the value of the material will plummet. "
Everyone understood that the so-called collapse did not mean that the jade variant had changed color and was no longer valuable, but that the benefits could not be maximized.
"But rub..."
Ye Qing and Liu Le both looked at the elephant skin with a sad expression. The gravel on it was so jade-like that it was harder than the weathered layer of white salt sand just now.
Besides, this elephant skin stone shell is not even a little thick. Now, the two of them missed Wang Liang in unison...
Wang Liang carried a luggage bag and followed Wang Jian and Fan Tong as they trudged toward the dense forest of distant mountains.
They did not enter Menggu Town. Instead, they parked the Land Rover in a small valley outside Menggu Town, then got out of the car and walked.
Wang Liang walked for an hour and was already sweating profusely. His lungs felt like they were going to explode. He took a sip of mineral water and swallowed it slowly. Only then did he feel better: "By the way, gentlemen, what are we going to do?"
Wang Jian and Fan Tong stopped, looked back at him, and praised: "Although you have not undergone professional training, your mental quality and physical fitness are both good."
Wang Liang curled his lips in disdain. Grandpa was locked in a dog cage by a white fox and almost had his hands chopped off. If he had a poor mentality, he would have gone crazy with fear. But even if he were killed, he wouldn't say such embarrassing things.
"Over this mountain, there is a trail for hunters!" The military bag on Fan Tong's back was much larger than Wang Liang's, but it was relaxed and comfortable, as if he was here to enjoy the mountains and rivers:
"This road leads to Kokang Old Street and is also a road often used by smugglers and bounty hunters."
Wang Liang suddenly felt excited and pulled out Walter: "Are you going to open fire?"
Wang Jian looked at him in surprise: "Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid!" Wang Liang said excitedly: "I'm afraid that after killing someone, I'll be caught by the police and taken to target practice, but this is in northern Myanmar, and the domestic police can't control us."
Wang Jian teased: "The domestic police will reason with you, but the soldiers in northern Myanmar will only shoot..."
Wang Liang curled his lips in disdain: "Bai Hu once said that as long as I tell Sister Muse her name, the soldiers here won't dare to touch a hair on my head."
The three of them rested for a while and then continued on their way. Half an hour later, Wang Liang was lying on a rock, looking at the catwalk one kilometer away with a telescope, and looking at the small Walter CCP pistol for women in his hand, he was dumbfounded.
"How the hell are you going to fight like this!"
"I let you follow me just to let you feel the atmosphere of the battlefield and exercise your psychological quality. Don't be so scared that you will pee your pants when you see the dead. As for the battle, of course, safety comes first."
"We are safe, and the enemy is extremely safe!" Wang Liang glanced at the Type 92 pistol in Fan Tong's hand: "Even if this gun is more powerful than Walter, it can't hit one kilometer away!"
Fan Tong opened his backpack, took out three body armors, and threw one to each of them.
Wang Liang looked at the body armor in his hand and said in disbelief: "Do you think a bounty hunter's weapon can hit us from a kilometer away?"
"You didn't ask us to come here to die." Wang Jian chuckled, put on his body armor, and then opened the long black leather box he had carried all the way, revealing a sniper rifle.
Wang Liang's eyes were immediately attracted to the gun lying quietly in the gun case. The dark gun body exuded a frightening murderous aura: "Beautiful, what kind of gun is this."
"The domestic sniper surpasses Bartley in both shooting speed and shooting range." Wang Jian stroked the gun body with his hand, like stroking a beautiful little lover.
Even if he has never met him, Wang Liang has heard of Bartley.
Bartley is the most famous, largest-caliber, and most powerful sniper rifle in the world, with an effective range of two thousand meters. Specially designed to deal with long-distance individual soldiers, bunkers, vehicles, and even low-flying aircraft....
This sniper rifle is stronger than Bartley.
Now he finally understood what these two wretched guys wanted to do.
No matter what kind of gun these bounty hunters use, the shooting distance is at most two to three hundred meters. The farther the distance, the lower the shooting accuracy.
But this guy was hiding a thousand meters away, shooting quietly...
This and that is safety first, purely a dimensionality reduction attack...
The bullet-proof suits worn by the three people were yellow-green. They were lying on the rocks and covered by the surrounding trees and weeds. Even if they looked carefully with a telescope, they could not see the three people lying here.
Fan Tong and Wang Liang each had a military telescope and waited patiently for careful observation.
"Speaking of which, once we've finished eradicating evil, don't you want to find the real culprit behind this?" Wang Liang asked in a low voice with a blade of grass in his mouth.
"Leave domestic affairs to the official!" Wang Jian stared at the scope and said slowly: "It is our brother's task to deal with these bounty hunters in northern Myanmar."
"What about me?" Wang Liang said dissatisfied: "I'm not worthy of being your brother."
Wang Jian looked at him and asked quietly: "What can you do."
"I........"
"Coming!" Fan Tong suddenly said, and the two of them shut up, one raised the telescope, and the other looked at the sight.
In the distance, three tall people, each carrying an AK47, appeared in a hurry on the trail.
"Last question." Wang Liang whispered.
Fan Tong stared at the three bounty hunters in the distance. The distance was too far. As long as Wang Liang didn't move, they wouldn't be able to detect them. He said slowly: "Speak."
"How can you be sure that these three people are the bounty hunters who are planning to kill me!" Wang Liang said solemnly: "What if I kill the wrong one!"
"Look at their costumes. Is there a dog head embroidered on their chest?"
Wang Liang held up the telescope and looked, when suddenly there was a slight gunshot, and the bounty hunter walking in the middle of the sheep farm in the distance jerked his head back...
Wang Liang clearly saw that his skull was overturned by the bullet, and blood and brains were flying...
Two consecutive gunshots were fired, and the remaining two bounty hunters were all shot in the head.
"Wow..." Wang Liang lay on the stone and vomited out all the mineral water mixed with bile he had just drank.
