The Little Midnight Bride

Then the people who rushed over also gave up the car, and in the quiet jungle, they heard the other party's arrogant voice: "Rabbits/cubs, you surrender, I promise you will die quickly. [Book source www>

What the hell!When Hu Si heard his words, he stopped in his tracks as if he turned his head and fired at him, calling someone you bastards, calling him a master!

"If you don't surrender, don't blame us for not giving you a chance, Hound, go!"

Everyone in the jungle is better at covering themselves. At this time, the hounds are the most useful. Suddenly, dozens of hounds screamed frantically.

"Fuck, shoot!" Although he didn't want to expose himself, facing the hounds that were getting closer, if he didn't shoot, he would only expose himself. Immediately, several machine guns shot towards the hounds as if they had gone crazy. [

A hunting dog broke through the encirclement and rushed towards Xiao Yin. The hunting dog's teeth were extremely sharp, and he swooped forward as if biting Xiao Yin's calf. Fortunately, Young Master Di had quick eyesight and quick hands, and pulled Xiao Yin past him, raising his sniper rifle The bayonet on the gun slammed towards the hunting dog fiercely, and the vicious hunting dog was immediately disembowelled.

A bloody smell came out, and the same kind of bloody smell provoked the hounds to chase even more frantically, and more and more hounds rushed towards them.

"Go, don't dawdle with the hounds, run, I'll cover you." Young Master Di snatched the assault gun from Xiao Yin's hand and said.

This is not the first time they have encountered this kind of jungle guerrilla warfare. Several subordinates wanted to cover him, but they were shocked by his eyes and ran forward. At critical moments, they must listen to Di Shao's orders. Di Shao's words are orders. No one will be allowed to disagree.

They fought and ran, their clothes were torn by the sharp thorns of the bushes, but no one said a word for life.

While the mountains restricted them, they also restricted their opponents. This kind of guerrilla warfare lasted for more than half an hour. Inaccessible to people, the bites of poisonous insects are hard to prevent.

"Boss, they have entered the valley of death, should we chase them?"

The faces of the South African drug lords showed different expressions of panic, and the fear of the valley of death is self-evident.

The elder brother who took the lead frowned and thought for a long time: "Stop!"

Do not chase!

To force them into the valley of death, in disguise, is to kill them.

"Everyone is guarding, as long as they dare to come out, we will bomb them to death!"