Shortly after Chen Xing and the others left, a large number of ATVs dragged over billows of smoke and dust, rushing over menacingly and surrounding the caravan. At a glance, there were thirty or forty vehicles. In addition to the driver, there were one or two armed mercenaries in each vehicle, yelling, shouting, and heckling at the caravan members.
"Hands up, kneel down" "Kill them" "Kill them" "You bastards, I'll rip out your hearts" "I'll kick your ass"
Looking at the fierce mercenaries, the fat leader's forehead broke out in cold sweat. He raised his hands high and knelt on the ground, trembling. Others were also kneeling on the ground, not daring to breathe a word.
The leader is a red off-road vehicle with a retro semi-cylinder body, shiny paint, two wheels in the front and four wheels in the rear, a rear wing like an insect's membrane wings, and two front wheels that resemble a container truck. The exhaust pipe looks like an insect crawling on the ground.
Anyone who knows how to recognize goods can recognize it at a glance. It is a mid-to-high-end off-road vehicle armed with a cricket from Hongtu Heavy Industry. It is worth a lot of money, and a second-hand one costs more than 2,000 gold coins.
A fat and strong man got out of the car. Wearing a dark green military cap on his head, most of his face is covered by black sunglasses, with a thick cigar in his mouth. He wears a camouflage short-sleeved shirt on his upper body and a pair of suspender shorts on his lower body. His face is unshaven, and his arms and calves are The hair on his head is black and thick, and there is a sense of majesty in the roughness.
He glanced around, his eyes scanning everyone's body, making people shudder even through his sunglasses.
After a while, the mercenary leader put his hands on his hips, spit out his cigar, and asked in a rough voice, "Who is the person in charge here?"
Perhaps because he was too scared, no one answered for a long time.
"Who?" the mercenary leader emphasized, and the caravan accountant who was kneeling on the ground immediately pushed the fat man leader. The latter woke up with a start and said quickly, "It's me, it's me."
The mercenary leader strode over, raised his big palm-like hand, and slapped the fat leader on the face. With a "pop" sound, the fat leader fell to the ground. His fat, white face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning from white to red, and then to black and blue.
"Where is my murderer?" the mercenary leader asked in a deep voice.
"Let's go, let's go, I, we can't stop us," the fat leader said tremblingly, chewing blood in his mouth and slurring his words.
"What?" The mercenary leader became furious. The fat leader collapsed on the ground in fear, covering his face with his hands, terrified.
A mercenary came over and said in the leader's ear, "We have already been chased."
After hearing the news, the mercenary leader's anger finally subsided a little, and then he waved his hand and shouted, "Move it for me."
After receiving the order, the mercenaries jumped out of the truck and rummaged through the goods on the truck.
While waiting, the mercenary leader suddenly noticed the female mercenary kneeling in the crowd. His eyes suddenly lit up and he walked over with several subordinates.
Aqiaomu lowered his head and knelt on the ground with his hands raised. Suddenly she felt a darkness above her head. She raised her head subconsciously and saw a big, unshaven face. Perhaps it was a woman's sixth sense. The moment she saw the mercenary leader, her eyes showed despair. Although it was fleeting, it was still captured by the other party.
The mercenary leader's mouth curved in a cruel arc, he reached out and pinched her chin, and slowly lifted it up. The opponent's strength was so strong that her jaw hurt and she had to stand up following the opponent's movements.
"Tsk tsk tsk"
The mercenary leader looked at it carefully and made a smacking sound.
Her bronzed skin was shiny and shiny, as if she had applied a layer of sunscreen. She has a mature and well-built body, which can be seen at a glance as the result of years of fighting. Although her appearance can only be regarded as average, there is a mature woman's charm between her eyebrows. It is this charm that elevates her overall appearance to an upper-middle level. Even if it is placed in bars in big cities, it is still a hot commodity.
Feeling the malicious gaze, Aqiaomu opened his eyes and glared at the mercenary leader.
It's okay if he doesn't glare, but a glare only arouses the mercenary leader's desire to conquer. He just likes this kind of strong, fierce and wild woman. Use all means to defeat them completely and enjoy a huge sense of accomplishment.
The more he watched, the more satisfied he became. He let go of the other person's chin, grabbed a handful of the other person's plump breasts, and then, in the eyes of the other person's murderous eyes, praised, "What a good bitch."
"brute"
Before Aqiaomu broke out, the white mercenary next to him broke out first. Along the way, he had already developed a huge affection for this Sand People woman, but he didn't have the courage to confess her love yet. Unable to watch the woman he loved being humiliated, he was so angry that he punched the mercenary leader.
The fist was fierce and powerful, but the moment it touched the mercenary leader's cheek, a trace of blue light flashed. As if experiencing a huge repulsive force, there is still a centimeter gap between the fist and the face, and it can no longer move forward.
The mercenary leader snorted coldly and punched the white mercenary in the stomach. The white mercenary immediately fell down holding his stomach, and several of his men rushed forward and smashed him with their rifle butts.
At this moment, Aqiaomu drew his knife and slashed the mercenary leader's neck. But he saw the mercenary leader grabbing the blade, and bursts of blue light appeared on his hand, spreading outward like ripples.
"Well"
Aqiaomu drew the scimitar desperately, but it didn't move at all. Two mercenaries rushed up from behind and twisted her arms.
The mercenary leader showed a cruel smile, patted Aqiaomu's face gently, and said with a bit of mockery, "Little bitch, I promise," he rubbed his hands, "tonight will be an unforgettable night." Then he said again. Give the bulge a hard squeeze.
"Quenching"
Aqiaomu spat on the mercenary leader's face. The latter suddenly looked like an angry lion, with a ferocious look on his face, "You bitch, you will definitely pay the price for this." He was breathing quickly, as if he was suppressing his anger, "I promise, you will regret it."
"Take her away" the mercenary leader shouted, and several mercenaries immediately escorted Aqiaomu onto the armed cricket.
The back seat of the Armed Cricket has two rows, which is very spacious and can accommodate five or six men. After a while, Aqiaomu was handcuffed behind his back and controlled in the car.
In the next twenty minutes, the mercenaries of the Black Eagle Group plundered the caravan's finances. However, they still abided by the rules. Apart from cash, personal belongings and goods, they did not touch the money on everyone's blacklist. This reassured the fat leader a lot. As long as the other party still cares about his reputation, at least he won't do anything too cruel, and at least he will have no problem surviving.
"Come here." The mercenary leader waved to the fat leader. Although the fat leader was a little scared, he did not dare to pass by. He trotted up to the other party, nodded and bowed and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"
"Alas" the mercenary leader sighed, got a torn rag from somewhere, and pretended to wipe the dust from the other party's face.
The scene was indescribably weird. Both of them were fat, but one was fat and the other was fat.
The fat leader was flattered, but did not dare to speak. He lowered his hands and stood there honestly.
"I can't help it. Two brothers are dead, so it's hard to do business." The mercenary leader said, looking embarrassed, as if they were the ones who were wronged.
"Yes, yes, brother is right." The fat leader nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, for fear that the other party would not believe it.
"We will still be friends when we meet again." The mercenary leader stretched out his hand.
"Of course," the fat leader quickly held it, "These are the rules in the wilderness. Life is not easy, so please be considerate of each other."
After a while, the mercenary leader got on the armed cricket, waved his hand, and left with all his men. Looking at the dust going away, the fat leader's feet softened and he collapsed on the ground.
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