Zheng Qian had a gun in his hand. Although he didn't shoot, it was still quite scary.
Moreover, Shanjun did not find the piece of jade in the car and did not dare to shoot him.
"Come out or we'll shoot!"
"Kill me, and you won't be able to find the jade for the rest of your life." Zheng Qian was really scared. They shot desperately, and this place was not too far from Muse.
Moreover, he did not doubt that Qi Yu, Jade King and Jade Saint represented Yun Province and Chaoshan respectively. They seemed to be in a competitive relationship, but the two were actually good friends.
But he doubted Ye Qing's ability to save himself.
After all, this is not China, but northern Myanmar.
No matter how powerful the Ye family is, they can't control foreign countries.
"Pa!" There was a sudden gunshot, and Zheng Qian felt huge pain in his thigh.
A sinister-looking man in the mountain army squatted behind the tire and shouted: "Come out yourself, or I will beat you to death."
Zheng Qian looked desperately in the direction of Muse, feeling the sharp pain coming from his cheek and thigh, and seemed to lose all his strength.
"Drag him out!" the cold-looking man roared.
Zheng Qian gritted his teeth, pointed the AK-47 behind him with difficulty, and was about to pull the trigger. Suddenly, the roar of the engine was heard.
"Pah!" The gunshots sounded like exploding beans. A Grand Cherokee rushed over like a thunderbolt. Wang Jian's right hand holding the gun reached out of the window and pulled the trigger. Type 95 guns poured down like a torrential rain. bullet.
When the mountain people saw the ferocity of the approaching car, they fought back and retreated towards the hillsides on both sides.
The strange sound of the Grand Cherokee's emergency brake finally woke up Zheng Qian.
Wang Jian did not get out of the car and shouted angrily: "Is there anyone alive?"
"I, I, I'm under the car!" Zheng Qian shouted at the top of his lungs.
Wang Jian laughed strangely: "As long as you're not dead, we all go down and prepare to kill."
The rear door of the Grand Cherokee was suddenly pushed open, and three old Burmese men wearing tattered suits rolled out on each side, but holding their arms in 1995 style.
Rolling down on both sides of the road, he was lying on the ground in an instant, aiming the gun and firing without any hesitation.
Fan Tong also drove a broken Toyota and caught up hurriedly: "Don't rush to start a fight, save people first!"
On the mountain ridge, Chachai was coming quickly with reinforcements.
Under the off-road vehicle, Zheng Qian lost a lot of blood and was so weak that he couldn't climb out at all.
But he still gritted his teeth and tried to crawl out, leaving a trail of blood on the asphalt road.
Fan Tong drove around the three off-road vehicles and shouted loudly: "Is there anyone alive in the car? Get out of the car and pull out the people under the car."
The two bodyguards opened the car door cautiously and ran towards Zheng Qian's SUV with their backs bent.
"Cover, get my men off!"
Fan Tong shouted again, and Lao Mian, who was lying on both sides of the road, spit out fiery snakes from the Nine-Five Style in his hands.
The fierce firepower made the suppressed mountain army unable to raise their heads at all and could only lie motionless on the ground.
The two bodyguards ran to the SUV, lying on the ground and reaching out to Zheng Qian under the car.
"Go get the jade first. I hid it in the sponge in the back seat." Zheng Qian saw the bodyguard's hand, but he didn't take the initiative to pull it. Instead, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I know!" Aqiang knew that this was a money man who wanted money. If he couldn't get the jade, he wouldn't even reach out.
He opened the back seat and took out more than three kilograms of glass imperial green from the sponge. After taking off his suit and wrapping it firmly, he got out of the car and placed the jade where Zheng Qian could see it.
Zheng Qian then stretched out his hands and let the two bodyguards pull him out from under the car.
The roar of the car engine stopped next to Zheng Qian in an instant. The Grand Cherokee flicked its tail beautifully, and the rear door opened quickly.
"boarding!"
One of the two bodyguards hugged Zheng Qian and rolled him into the trunk. The other threw Jade wrapped in a suit into the car and closed the car door smoothly.
Aqiang looked at Wang Jian: "Boss, do you have a gun?"
Wang Jian threw his Type 92 to Aqiang and threw him two magazines: "Save some bullets, there is still a big battle to fight."
Upon hearing this, Aqiang's heart tightened: "My boss is still in front, and the situation is unknown."
Wang Jian became anxious when he heard this: "Who was that just now?"
"It's Zheng Qian, Jade Sage's close disciple Zheng Qian. My boss is Wang Zhongyang."
Wang Jian hesitated for a while. He and Fan Tong brought a total of ten Lao Burmese. Although the firepower was strong, it was drizzling and it was drizzling. It was difficult to see how many mountain troops were on the hillsides on both sides of the road.
In the current situation, it is clear that there are obstacles in front and pursuers behind.
Accidentally, the boat capsized in the gutter.
While hesitating, several mountain soldiers rushed over from the road ahead, picked up their AKs, and fired at the Grand Cherokee.
Rapid gunshots erupted, and the sound of metal hitting metal was heard from the Grand Cherokee.
On the hillside, Chachai also rushed down with a dozen mountain troops. When he saw the melee between the two sides, he waved his hands and joined the battle group with a dozen of his subordinates.
"Da da da!" A series of gunshots.
Aqiang was about to fight back when he suddenly felt pain in his shoulder.
"I'm going to suffer!" He turned around suddenly, raised his 92-style move, and fired bullets one after another.
The two mountain soldiers were killed immediately.
But in an instant, the firing pin was empty. Before he could change the magazine, the mountain army from the opposite side rushed over and hit him on the head with the butt of his rifle.
"Plop."
Aqiang lay on the ground, his head hitting the asphalt road hard, his eyes looking confused at the drizzling sky, blood slowly flowing around with the rain.
When A Liang saw A Qiang lying on the ground, he cried out: "Drive the car back, and I will drag him up."
"Stop dreaming, no one can go back today." Chacai pulled the trigger, and the AK-47 sprayed out a line of fire, hitting the Grand Cherokee with a jingle: "Kill them. They are looking for Jade. Boss Mu is offering 50 million to buy it." That piece of emerald."
"Kill them!"
As soon as the mountain troops heard Chachai's order, they rushed towards the road with assault rifles in hand.
On the hillside, Mu Jiajun held up his binoculars and looked coldly at the killing field below.
Dao Si, the commander of the Shan army, stood beside him, looking at the Shan soldiers who died under the Type 95 guns with an expressionless face: "The assault rifles in the hands of these old Burmese don't seem to be AK-47s."
Mu Jiajun felt a chill in his heart when he heard this. This old guy didn't feel sorry for his people, but he was curious about the enemy's gun.
Daosi seemed to have guessed what he was thinking: "You are still young and don't know the hardships of living in northern Myanmar. Everyone under my command is living with their heads in their hands, just like today. Maybe their fate will be Gone.
Therefore, our lives are not valuable, but a good gun can not only save our own life, but also the lives of our companions at critical moments. More importantly, only by staying alive can our family members live better. "
Mu Jiajun glanced at the frightened Wang Zhongyang who was kneeling not far away: "But, I have already met him, so don't live alive."
