City Supreme:Death Rises

In the shooting range in the backyard of the temple of death, Wu Tian holds a silver desert storm and shoots a short shot at the target on the distant wall.

Da Da, da da da, in a short time, a round of bullets were completely shot out. The red dot in the middle of the target was directly penetrated into a hole, but there was not even a bullet hole in the surrounding shooting ring.

At this time, Wu Tian's mobile phone vibrated. He put the desert storm on the stone table beside him, took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button.

When the phone was connected, a soft voice came: "is that Mr. Wu Tian?"

Wu Tian also felt a burst of emotion after hearing the voice: "it's boss Yang. We haven't contacted each other for five years since China left?"

Boss Yang said with a smile: "yes, five years ago, the children you funded at the beginning have grown up. Some of them are in college, and some are going to the society to start a business."

Wu Tian nodded his head with satisfaction and said, "I still want to thank you for your care. By the way, do you have anything to do with me?"

This boss Yang is no other than Yang Xuedan, the president of Hujiang welfare home five years ago.

Yang Xuedan blushed and then said, "well, the welfare home has some things to ask you to help solve. Can you help me?"

Wu Tian Wen Yan's brow slightly frowned and said, "what difficulties have you met? Are there new children or something? "

Yang Xuedan's face is about to be red through, he scattered flustered, but he was too bad at it, so that he was embarrassed not to go round.

Yang Xuedan simply pouted and said: "you come, come, let's meet again." Say also don't give Wu Tian reaction time, hang up the phone directly.

Wu Tian was stunned. He didn't understand Yang Xuedan. He sighed helplessly. Wu Tian took out his mobile phone and ordered a plane ticket to Huaxia Hujiang.

Yang Xuedan sat in his room, blushing almost to drip water. Over the past five years, this feeling has become more and more intense. He does not want to call the phone number all the time, but he has not found a reason. Finally, he sent out the last batch of children. Originally, Yang Xuedan wanted to invite Wu Tianlai for this reason. But from Wu Tian's tone on the phone, Yang Xuedan heard that the man didn't seem to like such activities, so he made up a lie.

Yang Xuedan felt like a deer bumping into her chest. She was so nervous that she couldn't even figure out what happened to her. She never felt like this.

A group of Burmese dressed in plain peasant clothes are busy picking poppy fruit in a large red poppy plantation along the Mekong River in the golden triangle.

This is a poppy plantation in the golden triangle. Every year, the poisons processed here are sold all over the world!

Just as these Burmese farmers were picking with their hands and feet in disorder, suddenly a burst of gunfire sounded, and then two Burmese farmers who were picking poppies were smashed in the back by two short shots.

After hearing the sound of the gunshot, the eyes of the remaining farmers showed a cruel color. Then the remaining five or six peasants threw their clothes and a black pistol appeared in one hand. Then five or six farmers held handguns and pulled the trigger in the direction of the gunfire.

Bang Bang Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa, two men in dark purple camouflage clothing screamed and rolled down the hillside into the Mekong River Valley. They were swallowed by the black water.

At this time, there was a violent burst of gunfire, followed by a clean footstep. A group of armed men with submachine guns appeared on the hillside. The submachine guns in their hands directly formed a net of fire, which directly covered five or six farmers.

Five or six farmers were busy tumbling along the cliffs along the Mekong River and running into the distance, joking that such a battle would only kill them.

At this time, a broken arm black windbreaker man and two men in dark purple armor and dark purple cloak walked from behind a group of purple camouflage soldiers to the center of the poppies.

Looking at a Burmese farmer running at the back, a touch of disdain flashed from the corner of his mouth, and a jet green streamer burst out from the man's left hand.

Brush, "ah!" With a scream, the dark green streamer directly hit the back of Burmese farmers. It was a military knife with a dark green handle! The hearts of Burmese farmers were smashed, and a staggering body rolled directly into the surging Mekong River.

After a long time came the sound of falling into the water. The man with broken arm looked at the poppy plantation and said: "sooner or later, it will be ours."

At the same time, in the monitoring of the cement building, the woman with long hair looks cold at the monitoring. At this time, the big man came over again, holding a laptop in his hand and said, "boss, I found it."

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