Five minutes later, Wei He arrived first. The driver saw the body lying on the road and stepped on the brakes.
Wei He stood in the back of the car and took a look: "Don't stop the car, chase forward."
The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road pickup truck shook its huge body and chased along the mountain road.
A moment later, Wang Liang and Wang Xue chased after him in a Land Rover.
Wang Liang parked the car sideways on the mountain road, forming a huge shield. Even if there was an ambush in the mountain, the gun could only hit the car.
"You're too careful!" Wang Xue glanced at his brother: "I'm wearing a bulletproof vest!"
"I will never forget my teachings!"
"What teaching!"
"Safety first!"
"Isn't it safe for me to wear a bulletproof vest?" Wang Xue argued with him while touching the necks of the lying Shanjuns one by one. His body was still warm, but he was already dead and could no longer die.
And her eyes finally fell on Daosi. She clearly remembered that this was the leader who was protected by more than a dozen mountain troops. She said in a voiceless voice: "Whoever killed him, it wasn't Wei He!"
Wang Liang pressed down the window glass, stretched his arms out of the car, and took out a box of Zhonghua in a leisurely manner. Since Ye Qing's red panda stopped smoking, they all switched to Zhonghua.
"Wei He is not that stupid. Although we know that Bai Hu is innocent, we need witnesses to prove that this robbery has nothing to do with her."
Wang Xue asked curiously: "Will she care?"
"If it's the original White Fox, of course she doesn't care. She was originally the devil in northern Myanmar. Killing people and robbing wealth is nothing to her."
Wang Liang flicked the ashes of his cigarette: "But it's different with the young master. Killing Chinese businessmen will not be tolerated by the old man of the Ye family."
Wang Xue took out her cell phone and dialed Ye Qing's number: "Master, that leader was beaten to death."
Ye Qing said regretfully: "Why did you die? Didn't I tell you to stay alive?"
"I didn't kill him." Wang Xue explained calmly: "When I found him, he was lying dead on the mountain road."
"Isn't Wei He with you?" Bai Hu took the phone and asked quickly.
"He was already chasing him down the mountain road!" Wang Xue described the scene he saw: "He was shot at close range. He was probably killed by one of his own people."
"Shut up!" Bai Hu understood immediately.
"The prisoner we captured at first said they were from Dao Village!"
The white fox was relieved when he heard this: "As long as there is an owner for the injustice, there is an owner for the debt."
"However, we did not find Wang Zhongyang, nor did we see his body."
"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven, besides, whether he dies or not has nothing to do with us." Bai Hu said disdainfully, "I asked you to save him because he is Chinese, not your uncle."
"After reuniting with Weihe, you will withdraw immediately."
"Then I'll pick up Wei He first!" Wang Xue hung up the phone and got in the car directly. The Land Rover drove slowly towards the mountain road.
The vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun has a special seat, which can be used like a computer chair to rotate the heavy machine gun at will, forming a 360-degree shooting angle with no blind spots.
Weihe was wearing a steel helmet and a bulletproof vest.
This is the standard configuration of the armed pickup truck donated by An Mengxi.
Coupled with the long range of the heavy machine gun, these factors combined gave Wei He the confidence to pursue him.
The armed pickup truck drilled deeper and deeper along the rugged mountain road.
This mountain road can only be used by small trucks transporting wood. Occasionally, an open space is opened beside the road for the wrong vehicles.
Moreover, the higher you go up, the steeper the hillside becomes.
There is no second way out.
Therefore, as long as you follow this road, you will definitely find the murderer who kidnapped Wang Zhongyang.
What's more, Wei He also locked onto Daozhai.
After walking on the mountain road for half an hour, I didn’t know how far I had walked.
A village built halfway up the mountain appeared in front of them.
The drizzle is like a thin layer of clouds, shrouding a village full of wooden stilted buildings.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a fairyland.
This is the Dai Knife Village.
Even in northern Myanmar, it is a very famous place.
Although the military government has torn up the Panglong Agreement, it cannot stop the autonomy of all ethnic groups.
So there are mountain kings one after another in northern Myanmar.
The people living in this village are all Dai people with the surname Dao, and the patriarch is the king here.
Therefore, even the military government has acquiesced in their existence. One reason is that the villages here are all built in dangerous places on the mountains, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Another reason is that the folk customs are strong and women, old and young, are all soldiers. Unless aircraft and artillery are deployed to massacre indiscriminately, assault rifles alone cannot fight a war of attrition against these villages.
Although this place is poor and backward and does not even have electricity, it is a truly lawless place.
The mountain people make a living by logging. Once they have fat sheep, they form an army and carry AKs to rob and kill.
Wei He watched the Desert Prince drive into the mountain stronghold, but he was anxious because the heavy machine gun's shooting range was not enough.
The armed pickup truck slowly approached, and a group of mountain soldiers walked out from the gate of the cottage. Everyone had a dirty gun belt hanging around their neck and held an old AK in their hands.
Following a bald man, they all stood in a row, their guns pointed at the armed pickup truck.
Wei He looked at the bald man standing in front of him indifferently, and pointed the muzzle of the heavy machine gun at the mountain soldiers: "Daozhen, the Desert Prince that entered the village just now is the wanted criminal of Muse White Fox."
"Prince of the Desert, who has seen the Prince of the Desert?" Dao Zhen said with a playful smile: "Wei He, you are the adjutant of Cunning Tiger. I won't make it difficult for you. Turn the car around and get down the mountain quickly, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei He pulled the trigger, and suddenly, the bullets from the heavy machine gun spread from the front of the car towards the mountain army, making deep holes one after another in the wet and hard ground.
Dao Zhen was furious: "How dare you shoot at the gate of Dao Village!"
"If you don't surrender, it won't be as simple as shooting, but starting a war." Wei He looked at Dao Zhen and said earnestly: "Now the white fox in charge of Sister Muse, she will only use bullets to reason with you."
Dao Zhen showed a hint of fear, but he also knew that people who entered Dao Village must not be handed over: "In this case, do you dare to enter Dao Village to catch people." "
Wei He sneered disdainfully: "The Chinese have a saying, no tears will be shed until the coffin is seen. Since you don't know whether to live or die, why should I try to persuade you so earnestly?"
The armed pickup truck turned around quickly, and Wei He sat on the seat of the heavy machine gun, his gun always aimed at Dao Zhen and the other mountain troops.
"Brother Zhen, do you want to keep him here?"
"You have to brave the hail of bullets and move forward." Dao Zhen looked at him with a strange expression.
The Shanjun who spoke could not help but shudder. The heavy machine gun bullet hit his body, leaving a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl.
"He just came to recognize the door." Dao Zhenhun said nonchalantly: "But Baihu is not stupid either. Once he offends Dao Zhai, the Yunnan-Myanmar Highway will be cut off.
There is a war going on in Kachin State now, and it is a serious crime to cut off the supply of supplies. "
