Long Zhan's words were very thorough and spoke directly to the hearts of the two of them.
Monjack felt that what Long Zhan said was very reasonable. This time he was knocked unconscious and woke up in this ghost place.
After he escaped from here and returned home this time, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be kidnapped next time.
If he was really tied to this place for the second time, he would probably not be able to escape to the green grass and would be beaten to death. He would never be as lucky as this time.
Luck never lasts forever!
The bald man who had been resisting just now felt blocked when he heard what Long Zhan said, and he did not dare to gamble on the future possibilities.
But following Long Zhan and fighting back, the former bald man felt even more congested.
The masterminds who could tie up more than a dozen of them at the same time and set up such a big game here must not be simple.
They only have 4 people here, so how can they beat them?
The former bald man didn't think that the big dragon Zhan could be very powerful in a gun-fighting situation, and the fitness trainer was also a scumbag on the battlefield.
Under such embarrassing and contradictory emotions, the two of them didn't know what to do for a while.
"You go down first and leave the rest to me."
Long Zhan couldn't stand it anymore and didn't have much time to spend time with them, so he decided to be tough, like a wink from Starscream.
Starscream had absolute confidence in the Dragon War and jumped off the carriage without saying a word.
After landing, he rolled forward on the ground and was able to release his force perfectly without any injuries.
Long Zhan looked at the roadside outside the carriage and came to the overgrown route. He took the bald man out in one hand and threw him directly from the train.
"Holy shit."
Monjack was so frightened that his face turned pale. He wanted to run but found that it was too late.
Long Zhan, with his long hands and feet, stepped over and grabbed his shoulder. With such force as an iron pincer, he squeezed his shoulder so that he couldn't get away at all.
Then he also followed in the footsteps of the former bald man!
"NO——"
Under the extremely frightened and prolonged sound, Monjack also flew off the train.
Although the two were forced to get off the train, the process was a bit embarrassing. Fortunately, they were not injured. The weeds half a person's height acted as a good buffer.
Finally, it was Long Zhan's turn to get off the carriage, much more calmly than Starscream.
Long Zhan grabbed the lock lever outside the carriage with both hands, reversed the way he came up once, and dropped his feet in the air, reaching a running posture and half-hanging in contact with the ground.
Long Zhan didn't let go of his hands hanging on the locking rod until his running pace caught up with the speed of the train.
He ran forward a few steps under the inertia, and then stopped steadily.
"Asshole, are you going to throw me to death?"
The bald man climbed out of the haystack and shouted angrily at Long Zhan.
"Then do you really want to die?"
After Long Zhan's words with a smile on his face, the bald man felt as if someone had poured cold water on his head, making him feel cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
Where did he dare to be angry? He pretended to pat the grass ashes on his body to cover up his embarrassment.
Monjack didn't even have a weapon in his hand, and he was so weak that he had no right to speak. He crawled out of the grass and stood aside without saying anything.
No matter how angry he was, he didn't dare to say anything.
Starscream had no time to care about the emotions of the two people, and he didn't care at all that the two cannon fodder would betray him, so he took the lead and strode in the direction he came from.
"Let's go, why are you watching?"
Long Zhan didn't want to leave his butt to them, so he raised his chin and motioned for the two of them to walk in the middle.
at this point.
It's useless to say anything.
The former bald man and Monjack could only follow suit, walking obediently behind Starscream.
…
The time came to 8 o'clock.
Night falls, and there is darkness in the mountains.
At the top of the green lawn, two orange lights shined.
It can be clearly seen from the light that the direction from which the sniper rifle was initially fired was covered by grass during the day. Under the camouflage, which was not visible at all, there were two shooting holes that protruded less than 20 centimeters.
Even though the exposed part is so small, there is a whole world underneath.
The underground space with a diameter of about 8 meters is divided into upper and lower floors. It is filled with all kinds of food and drink, as well as various tactical combat supplies.
It's a complete underground fortress.
It was already dark at this time, and many hunters had returned. They were all sitting in the brightly lit fortress to rest, and everyone had a full set of firearms in their hands.
"Where the hell is Oliver? He's been looking for them for hours."
The speaker was an old man with a sniper rifle at the shooting hole. His hair was all white and he looked quite young.
"He's definitely fine, Ted."
The woman sitting on the chair on the left was much calmer than the old man. She was not worried at all. She was wiping the bow in her hand with a piece of cloth.
There is a high probability that the woman who shot the baseball man to death during the day was this woman with short hair and a leather jacket and leather pants.
"Oh my God, what a surprise. Director Ava Dewey just gave me a thumbs up." The man with a mustache sitting under the middle staircase suddenly said in surprise while holding his cell phone.
The man in a casual suit next to him turned around and asked, "Are you also Ava's friend?"
"Maybe it counts."
The mustached man shrugged his shoulders and said in a somewhat pretentious tone: "We met at the World's Most Influential 100 People Dinner, and the photo he just liked was taken in Haiti."
The man with the mustache said and handed over the phone, asking the man in the suit to enjoy the liked photos together.
“Wait, wait, you’ve been to Haiti?”
The man in the suit did not look at the photo. Instead, he smiled in a sarcastic tone: "Why are you going to a poor place like that? Is it to treat AIDS in a shanty town?"
"Don't joke about AIDS." The man with glasses sitting under the wall on the right said seriously.
"No, no, no, I'm not joking. AIDS is indeed a very important matter. Fortunately, Martin has taken on such a big responsibility independently."
The man in the suit looked at the man with the mustache as he spoke. Apparently his name was Martin.
"There are no shantytowns in Haiti, only in Brazil..."
"boom!"
There was a sudden loud noise in the bunker.
Martin was so frightened that he stood up mid-sentence, and hurriedly looked for the rifle he had placed under the stairs, only to find that the gun was not there.
Fortunately, no one came to attack.
It was just a muscular man wearing camouflage pants and a military fitness vest, over 1.85 meters tall, who punched the table hard, making a loud noise.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the strong man in camouflage said with a cold face: "Be quiet, okay?"
"Sergeant Dale, can you do me a favor? Just be a little more careful with your movements, okay?" The man in the suit also had a cold face and retorted in a similar tone.
"If you hired me, then you should listen to my advice."
Sergeant Dale looked around at everyone and continued to say seriously: "And what I am doing now is giving you suggestions."
(End of chapter)
