The convoy and the militants were not from the Serles, nor were they the special forces of the lighthouse, so it was impossible for the two to convert the combat vehicles with such a low pickup truck, and the militants had no protective equipment on them, and the best equipment was only guns, and most of them were cheap AK rifles. These characteristics all point to a possibility, and that is the Shagha's armed group, Haas.

In this operation, he and Ciro only borrowed an abandoned house in the sand to hide, but they did not expect to attract the militants of the Haas organization.

The Haas militants, by some accounts, are no less dangerous than the special forces of the Mossad and the lighthouse.

In the Hawkeye reconnaissance just now, the convoy of Haas militants was only five kilometers away from the abandoned village, but his side was almost seven or eight kilometers away from the abandoned village.

Sou!

On the deserted Gobi, a figure roared by.

True Qi Turbo, although the master only has two legs, he can run the speed of a four-legged horse, not a hundred yards, at least seventy or eighty yards.

At this time, I don't care about the consumption of true qi, time is life, how fast you can run.

One kilometer, two kilometers, three kilometers, four kilometers, five kilometers, six kilometers......

Ten minutes, six kilometers were left behind.

It was also at the sixth kilometer that Li Zi'an heard gunshots.

His heart sank, and there was a firefight!

He didn't bother to catch his breath and continued to run wildly.

Two minutes later, the abandoned village came into his sight, along with the pickup trucks.

The pickup trucks lined up and opened fire on a road at the house where Siro and Mahtab were hiding.

Oo......oo

The heavy machine gun roared, and one after another machine gun bullets flew towards the already dilapidated house, the walls of which fell down piece by piece, and the roof was also torn open in the rain of bullets, and debris flew everywhere.

With such firepower, even if Ciro bought the Gatling machine gun he had in mind, he would not dare to come out and shoot back.

"I'm a muddy horse!" Li Zi'an roared and rushed to the nearest pickup truck.

No one heard him cursing because several heavy machine guns were firing together, and it was too loud.

More than two dozen militants were catsizing behind the bed of the pickup truck, waiting for the fire to be suppressed and rushing in, their eyes also on the other side of the house, not looking behind them.

However, the driver of the nearest pickup truck saw Li Zi'an, and a look of surprise and surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

However, before he could see clearly who was rushing over, and before he could open his mouth to warn his companions, Li Zi'an jumped up, crossed a distance of seven or eight meters, and jumped into the bed of the pickup truck.

The Sword of Atonement was swung out, and the Heavy 's head flew up from his neck.

Li Zi'an kicked the headless corpse away, turned the muzzle of the gun, and shot at several other pickup trucks.

"Ahh

Oo......oo

Bullets flew away, and one machine gunner was instantly beaten to pieces, and shredded flesh flew everywhere. Even the pickup truck under his feet was instantly deformed, the windshield shattered, the wheels burst, and the body shattered in the shock.

It all happened so fast that the militants who were in the back of the pickup truck with cats didn't realize a guy in a black trench coat shooting at them until the car shook and the companion burst in front of them.

At that moment, as long as the militants could still breathe, there was a shocking question in their hearts.

Where did that guy come from?

Who is he?

Is he crazy?

Oo......oo

Machine guns are roaring.

More than two dozen militants were knocked down in the blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang!

The militants behind the first pickup chariot opened fire on Li Zi'an.

They were lucky, because Li Zi'an's machine gun couldn't turn around and shoot at them.

Under a broken wall, Ciro yelled: "Boss, be careful behind!"

As if he hadn't heard him, Li Zi'an continued to shoot at the survivors of several other cars with a machine gun.

The muzzle of the heavy machine gun was directed, blood was smeared on the ground, and minced flesh was flying.

At this time, at least dozens of bullets hit him.

"No—" Ciro rushed out from behind the broken wall with a TRA21 assault rifle in his arms and shot at the driver of the pickup truck as he was about to get out of the car.

As soon as the driver opened the door and lowered one foot, there were at least a dozen bullet holes in his body.

Click!

The heavy machine gun ran out of ammunition.

The militants who shot at Li Zi'an also ran out of bullets, they were also stupid, at such a close distance, they almost poked the muzzle of the gun into Li Zi'an's body and shot, but Li Zi'an still insisted on finishing the magazine of the heavy machine gun, and it didn't fall!

Li Zi'an not only did not fall, but also took out the sword, his right hand shook, and the cold flashed, and the Western sword of atonement pierced into the head of a militant who was looking at him dumbfounded.

Only then did the other militants come to their senses, screaming and running away.

Ciro took to the road and fired with a TRA21 assault rifle, and several militants who had not had time to run far fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.

Li Zi'an jumped out of the bed of the pickup truck chariot.

Ciro looked at Li Zi'an, his lips moved, he didn't speak, but tears flowed down his eyes.

Just now he really thought that he was going to die this time, but he didn't expect that he was ready to die, but the master came out and pulled him back who had already stepped into the ghost gate with one foot. To tell the truth, he has never been moved like this in his life.

"Master!" Mahtab also ran from a half-collapsed room, her hair and clothes were covered with dust, and she was very embarrassed, but the way she ran was still so tempting.

Rough.

Li Zi'an originally wanted to say something to Siro, but then he couldn't take his eyes off the Persian girl when he was attracted by the Persian girl, and he didn't want to talk to Silo.

Ciro shrugged.

The vast majority of brotherhood is like that, and he is not at all surprised.

He was actually very worried about whether the boss had been shot or not, and wanted to care about it, but when he saw the boss looking at the Persian girl with bright eyes, he felt that there was no need for that.

Mahtab ran over, not giving the master any chance to dodge, and plunged headlong into the master's arms.

Shocking collisions.

Li Zi'an inexplicably remembered the two F35 aerial bombs thrown at him before, which didn't blow him up at the time, but now they are blowing him up.

"You...... I ......" Mahtab said two words, and then he couldn't stop crying.

She and Ciro felt the same way, half of her body was lying in the coffin, Li Zi'an took her out again, and gave her an artificial respiration.

That's how it feels.

Li Zi'an reached out and put his arm around Mahtab's waist, patted her gently on the back, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Rubio!" Ciro suddenly remembered something, and ran towards a collapsed house.

Li Zi'an remembered the two hostages, and hurriedly let go of Makhtab and ran towards the collapsed house.

Rubio and Beatella were pulled out of the rubble by two men, both of whom were still in the effect of the ointment and did not wake up, and they were also smashed in several places, but none of them were fatal.

"How did those militants find out here?" asked Li Zi'an.

"I don't know, I didn't leave here, I just sent a message on the underground network here that I wanted to buy a Gatling gun, but that's certainly not why the militants found out here," Ciro said. ”

It is true that the transactions on the underground network are anonymous, even the location of the transactions is agreed by both parties, and he only sent a message, which means that no one knows where he is, and the militants cannot find it on the basis of that pitiful bit of information.

"Could it be that the Sabah family paid them to find Rubio and Bidella, and then they found it?" said Mahtab.

Li Zi'an said: "It's possible, I'll go and see if there are any alive, just interrogate and know, you guys also pack up your things, it's not safe here." ”

The satellites of Israel and Lighthouse are estimated to be still searching for him in this area, and there may be high-altitude unmanned reconnaissance aircraft such as Global Hawk active, and the exchange of fire here just now is so fierce, it is very likely to be discovered.

Mahtab and Siro went to pack their things, and Li Zi'an returned to the road next to the house.

The first thing he checked was the driver who had been killed by Ciro, who had been shot a dozen times, most of them in the chest, and was dead. However, the pickup truck is still in good condition, but it was hit by Ciro and should still be able to drive.

He walked around the pickup truck, and then he saw the bloody scene. The ground was littered with corpses that had been beaten to pieces by heavy machine guns, and several pickup trucks had been scrapped. His gaze shifted to the few militants who had fled, but had been knocked down by Ciro, and one of them was still moving.

He walked over.

It was the militants who were not very old, in their twenties, and were shot in the thighs and waists, as well as in the shoulders. The most serious is the lower back injury, which is estimated to have hit the internal organs, which has caused internal bleeding. He lay on the ground, struggling to get up, but couldn't get up after several attempts. His movements caused him pain, and a groan of pain came out of his throat.

Li Zi'an flipped him over, grabbed his hand, and injected a little true qi into his body to maintain his heart.

The young militant looked at Li Zi'an with frightened eyes and said a word.

It was Arabic, and Li Zi'an didn't understand it at all, so he said, "Can you speak English?"

The young militant nodded: "I, I will be a little." ”

"Who are you, and who sent you?" asked Li Zi'an.

"I said it, you...... Can you let me go?" the young militant looked scared.

Li Zi'an said: "As long as you tell me, I will let you go, I have to swear to my god, I will never kill you." ”

"Yes, yes, the Sabah family issued a bounty order, as long as he can rescue his son and daughter-in-law, and kill the person who kidnapped his son, he will receive a bounty of 100 million US dollars. Yesterday we saw a man running faster than a horse in the wilderness...... Let's guess that there is a bounty on the part of the Sabah family. We received the news in the evening and decided to come and see, just arrived...... Your men shot at us, so we shot back, and then ......" He couldn't go on with that.

Li Zi'an figured it out.

He thought it was Ciro who leaked his whereabouts, but he didn't expect it to be himself.

Yesterday evening, he was running so fast that he didn't have time to pay attention to the situation around him, and it was normal for someone to see him.

This is also clear, people die for money, birds die for food, and no one blames anyone.

Li Zi'an let go of the young militant's wrist and terminated the input of true qi.

"Help, save me. The young militant pleaded.

Li Zi'an sighed: "Your request is a bit excessive, I promised not to kill you, but I didn't promise to save you." ”

"You...... Poof!" The young militant squirted a mouthful of blood without finishing a word, and then began to convulse, and in a few seconds it was gone.

Li Zi'an turned around and walked towards the house.

Mahtab and Ciro were already standing next to the pickup truck.