From the thick smoke on all sides, there was a miserable cry for father and mother. Judging from the sound, there were at least a dozen people.
Rowan believed that they all turned into limp earthworms in an instant, lying on the ground, wishing they could dig a small hole in the sand and drill their heads into it.
Rowan and Moi showed rare smiles, and Moi moved closer to Rowan, as if he wanted to celebrate a small success with Rowan in some intimate way.
Rowan patted her head to express his approval to Moi. Moi closed her eyes in enjoyment and wanted something more enthusiastic. This was the first time that Rowan and Moi had actively touched her head since they had known each other for a day.
Moi's mood was indescribable.
Rowan let go and said: "Moy, this is just the beginning. Be prepared. In five minutes at most, we will get out of the car and control the situation."
Moi said proudly: "Master, you don't have to go down. I will go down alone and kill them with one knife each, and then you go down again."
As Moi spoke, he pulled out a gleaming melee dagger from his boots. The biggest feature of the melee dagger is that the blood groove is wider and deeper. With one strike, the opponent can instantly lose the ability to counterattack.
Moi actually used this kind of thing, and Rowan felt a chill.
Rowan frowned and said: "Put away the dagger. Do you want to be a butcher? At most, just knock them out and control them. I still want to be alive for questioning. Don't shoot unless you have to."
Rowan was most afraid of making too much noise, and the sudden attack would be meaningless, and he would be completely blinded.
Moi opened his eyes wide and seemed suspicious of Rowan's words. However, he still nodded and put away the dagger.
Rowan had his own plan. With these guys surrounding him, he could have set fire to them at all costs, but they did not and did not shoot. It seemed that they were not murderous jungle mercenaries.
Rowan killed people because there was no way out. Rowan never wanted to become a butcher, and Moi couldn't do it either. After all, she was a girl. I hope she can understand her painstaking efforts.
After about five minutes, the screams did not stop, but the smoke from the tear gas gradually dissipated. They had to seize the best opportunity to take action to defeat the enemy.
If the speed is slow, these guys endured the most painful few minutes and began to fight back. Rowan and the two had no chance of winning against a dozen people who were enraged.
Rowan and Moi immediately got out of the car. The submachine guns had been hooked away just now, so they could only hold the pistols. Rowan opened the way in front and quickly squeezed out through the narrow passage created by the two big men just now.
There was also a pungent and dazzling smell in the thin smoke. Rowan squinted his eyes as much as possible and covered his nose with one hand. Moi followed Rowan's example. As soon as they came out, the two of them stood back to back, forming a Two people in close combat formation.
Then, Rowan saw that the two big men who had been shouting with torches and lighters fell in front of Rowan. Both of them covered their eyes with their hands, and half of their heads were stuck in the sand in pain.
The body was still twisting, but its fighting power was completely lost. Rowan went up and kicked him twice. The two of them did not resist, and they made pig noises.
Mo Yi was not as polite as Rowan, so he went up directly and pointed the butt of his pistol at their heads, causing them to faint completely.
The two immediately turned to the other side. There were five or six guys on the ground with colorful paint on their faces. One look at Rowan and it was clear that they were definitely not bandits from the local indigenous tribes.
Not jungle mercenaries either.
They were all professional soldiers. Their identities were revealed by their dress and body shape. They cried for their fathers and mothers in ugly ways. As usual, Moi gave each of them a gun butt. Rowan did not stop Moi's atrocities. At this time, it was not When it comes to kindness.
After taking control of one side, Rowan gave Moi a wink, and the two of them surrounded him from both sides, quickly clearing away the enemies around the jeep.
What made Rowan curious was that the two of them encountered no strong resistance at all. What they heard the most were their cries and curses, and what they saw the most were their dazzling eyes that were instantly refined by the tear gas.
Moi cleaned up the battlefield under Rowan's instructions. The two of them dragged everyone together. There were 17 people in total. They were all smeared and painted on their faces to disguise themselves. Now they were scratched with blood marks by their own hands. I can't tell where they came from at the moment.
All the weapons were only five rifles, and each person had a spur. There were 17 people, but there was not a single magazine, let alone a bullet.
What is going on? Moi looked at Rowan, and Rowan looked at the ground, feeling incredible.
Rowan asked: "Moy, can you recognize where they came from?"
Moi shook his head and said: "Master, I don't know you. Since they are enemies, why don't you just kill them all to avoid leaving any further trouble?"
Rowan shook his head and said: "No need, you saw, they don't even have a bullet. Even if they are enemies, they are still our prisoners at this moment. We will wait until they wake up."
Moi pouted and protested: "But, they just wanted to burn the master to death. Such a bastard must be a disaster if he is left here. Let's just kill him."
Rowan glanced at the ground mockingly, picked up the two torches, and smelled them under his nose. There was no smell of gasoline at all, and the wet stuff was actually water.
Not to mention the dozens of torches the two boasted about.
Rowan handed the torch to Moi, and Moi followed Rowan's example, smelled it, and grinned: "Master, they just scared us. There is water on it, so it won't light a fire at all."
Rowan nodded and said: "Don't think about it, this must be a defeated group of soldiers, just the remaining soldiers. Moi, go get some water, we don't have time to wait."
Moi was very active in his work. He quickly took out a big bucket from the car, went to the river to fetch water, and then splashed it on everyone's face with a smile.
"I knew they were so useless. I didn't have to beat them just now, and they couldn't run away." Moi himself reflected on the ruthlessness of the attack just now. Rowan did not blame Moi, but Rowan felt that she did the right thing.
After Moi splashed the water, he found their submachine guns from beside a pile of bushes. Moi took them over, wiped off the sand and soil on them, and handed one to Rowan. The two of them slung the submachine guns on their chests.
Moi was still alert and stood in front of Rowan, pointing his submachine gun at the 17 weaklings.
Tear gas is powerful, mainly using chemicals to irritate people's five senses. The most injured are the eyes, nose, and then the respiratory tract.
However, tear gas is not fatal. If these professional soldiers are alert and prepared, the damage will be very minor. It seems that these guys are already lost dogs and have no defense at all, which is why they are so miserable.
Rowan and Moi drank some water, Moi lit Rowan's cigarette, and Rowan blew out a string of smoke rings in the air. Moi happily used his fingers to string Rowan's smoke rings.
Moi liked Rowan's smoking posture very much. He jumped up and down to observe it from several angles, and his admiration was beyond words.
Once the girl was out of danger, she immediately returned to her active and curious nature. If there was no killing, this situation would also be wonderful.
About ten minutes later, two guys woke up, shaking their heads and looking for water. Rowan asked Moi to carry the bucket over, and one of them drank a few big mouthfuls. The two kept coughing and sneezing.
In about half an hour, all 17 guys regained consciousness, but what faced them was the black muzzle of Moi's gun.
The 17 people were scolded by Moi and knelt in two rows with their heads in their hands, like prisoners being executed.
Rowan turned his back to them and smoked leisurely. It was not until Moi ordered everyone to kneel down with their hands on their heads that Rowan turned around.
Just as Rowan turned around, a guy with bloodstained face suddenly knelt down and took a few quick steps, with a look of surprise and fear on his face.
Moi pointed the gun at his head and cursed: "Asshole, go back, if you dare to move forward again, I will kill you immediately."
But the man did not step back, but asked in shock: "Second Young Master, Second Young Master, is it you? Is it really you? Why are you here?"
