"It's time to get to the high ground, sit tight!"

Cherlov heard the driver's voice and his hands began to move.

A gang member, all too familiar with these handcuffs and riot weapons, a small handcuff is nothing in Cherlov's eyes.

The prisoner's car jolted, and the five people in the car also shook.

One of the prison guards took Cherlov's arm by the hand so that he would not fall into the carriage.

Cherlov inserted the small tip of a folded stainless steel fork into the keyhole of the handcuffs, and after a bit of tinkering, the handcuffs were opened.

According to Cherlov's estimates, in five minutes, the road will be over.

Cherlov deliberately banged his head on the shoulder of the prison guard next to him.

"Oh my God! I hit my nose and it looks like I'm bleeding!"

"Ah, help me take a look!"

"Nosebleeds!"

Cherlov pretended to be similar, knowing that the prison guards could not injure the prisoners during the escort.

The prison guard next to him heard Cherlov's call, he looked at the other three prison guards, and when he saw that the three prison guards nodded slightly, he slowly took off the black hood on Cherlov's head.

Chernov's eyes adjusted to the light in the carriage, and he could only make a movement in a few seconds.

Two prison guards sat opposite Cherlov, and the other two sat with Cherlov.

All four guards had shotguns in their hands, but they all held the handrail with one hand and the shotgun with the other, except for the one next to Cherlov, who was holding the handrail with one hand and the other hand, so his shotgun was hanging on his body.

"Aren't you okay?" said the prison guard next to Cherlov, who was about to put the black hood on Cherlov.

Cherlov reached out and grabbed his shotgun and fired a shot at the prison guard opposite.

"What's going on!" The driver of the prisoner car hurriedly asked

But the highlands were slippery and he couldn't stop, so he had to drive faster.

Another prison guard on the other side reacted, raised his shotgun and fired a shot at Cherlov.

At the same time, Cherlov strangled the neck of the prison guard next to him with his arm, and the bullets sprayed instantly penetrated the prison guard's body and shot into Cherlov's body.

Bang!

Cherlov placed a shotgun on the shoulder of the kidnapped prison guard, knocking the guard to the ground with a single shot.

The last prison guard, carrying a gun, did not dare to shoot, but saw that the companion held by Cherlov was also killed, and was about to shoot, when the driver of the prisoner car happened to drive through the highland section of the road, and stopped on the asphalt road with a sharp brake.

Cherlov in the carriage was pressed against the wall by inertia, the dead prison guard pressed on top of him, and the living prison guard was also pushed in front of Cherlov by inertia.

The shotgun in Cherlov's hand was just against his mouth, and Cherlov's elbow just touched the steel plate of the compartment, and reflexively pulled the trigger.

The guard's head burst open in an instant, and his brains splattered all over the carriage.

Just then, the driver opened the small iron window that connected to the rear compartment.

The prison guard driver pulled out the pistol on his waist and cautiously looked into the rear compartment through the small window.

All he could see was two black muzzles and Cherlov's evil smile.

A dull laugh resounded in the rear compartment like a dying note.

Bang!

The head of the prison guard driver also burst open like a watermelon, splattering the windshield with scarlet.

Cherlov's bangs were half-covered to his face, his hands were on his forehead, and he looked up with a wicked long smile.

He squandered bullets on the cart with his shotgun until it turned the cart into a hornet's nest, and Cherlov stopped his madness.

The dull laughter and bloody scenes make it particularly permeable in this deserted wilderness.

Cherlov opened the car door, got out of the car, and let the raging rain pour on him, blood mixed with blood smeared with the water under Cherlov's feet, thunder sounded in the sky, and silver lightning shone on his face.

"The vine snake is back!"

Cherlov was once the most ruthless thug on the road, so his younger brother gave him a nickname, the vine snake.

It was a symbol of bloodthirstiness, and there were at least two hundred people who had died at the hands of Cherlov.

In the past, he liked to watch the struggle of the enemy before death, and in the last moment of his life, he was most thrilled, so much so that Cherlov is still a virgin.

This secret is only known to Steve, and of course, Cherlov originally had very little or no physiological needs.

His pleasure comes from power and money, and what he seeks is the respect of all, the supreme position.

Since six years ago, Tang Yi disappeared, Cherlov was promoted to the president of the Cross Society, the name of the vine snake, has been silent until now, these years, it is Steve who has replaced Cherlov, he has not been stained with blood for six years, and now in his opinion, he is still the most suitable for killing, or the most suitable for the vine snake.

He was addicted to status and money, but when his mother died, Cherlov understood everything, only if he was strong and ruthless enough, he could stand firm, not be abandoned by others, and not be at the mercy of others.

So, rattan snake!

At this time, the place he wanted to go to the most was the hospital, but he didn't know where his mother was, and what he had to do now was to find a place first and take out the marbles on his body.

Cherlov took a shotgun and removed all the bullets from the guard's body, and then walked deeper along a small dirt road in the woods.

The drenched Chernov looked very embarrassed, and he walked hobbly, like a baby who had just learned to walk.

After walking about a mile, Cherlov saw a small house in the distance.

He loaded his shotgun with bullets and walked towards the small house.

"Boy, come hunting on a rainy day?"

Out of the cabin came an old hunter with silver hair and a somewhat fierce face, he stood under the eaves and lit a cigarette, and inadvertently saw Cherlov walking in the distance, he had a shotgun in his hand, and the old hunter thought that he was also a hunter, so he couldn't help but say.

Because of the distance, the old hunter did not see that Cherlov had not a shotgun in his hand, but also a shotgun.

"What man, old man?" came an old woman with gray hair, with a kind face, the opposite of the old hunter.

"Yo, hurry up and call this kid to drink a cup of hot tea, in such a cold weather, don't freeze your body. "The old woman also saw Cherlov in the rain.

"Kid, come over for a cup of tea!"

Old Orion shouted

Cherlov had a wicked smile on his face.

The old woman hurriedly went to the house and poured a cup of hot tea and brought it out, this place is usually not visited, and they seem to be very active in their already hospitable hospitality.

Cherlov walked to the edge of the wooden staircase, and the old woman hurriedly handed him the hot tea.

"Kid, it's frozen, let's go, go to the house. The old woman said intimately

The old hunter, who had been hunting for many years, could tell at a glance that Cherlov was wounded, but he had just noticed that Cherlov was holding a shotgun used in a nearby prison because it had the prison logo printed on it.

He was immediately on alert, and was about to enter the house to get his gun, when suddenly he felt a huge force knock him down.

A fierce flash flashed in Cherlov's gloomy eyes, and he saw the old hunter's movements, so he did not hesitate and shot the old hunter to death.

Click!

The teacup in the old woman's hand instantly fell to the ground and was shattered.

The old woman looked at the young man in front of her in horror, and she quickly turned around and ran towards the old hunter who was lying in a pool of blood.

Bang!