Li Moyang glanced at him, and then nodded: "I'll try it."

Li Moyang has a general understanding of the damage to the helicopter.

When the helicopter crashed to the ground, the nose of the helicopter touched the ground first, and then it was estimated that it flipped several times, the nose of the helicopter was dented, the instrument panel was severely deformed, and the two legs of the helicopter pilot were stuck and could not move at all.

Moreover, the glass shards in the cockpit of the cabin scratched the pilot's leg and shed a lot of blood, but it seems that it did not hurt the major artery. This is still a blessing in misfortune, otherwise there would be no need to rescue the pilot, and the pilot would have died of excessive blood loss.

The next major task was to disassemble the deformed instrument panel. No wonder the beautiful pilot and the Taiwanese were helpless, one was a woman, the other was injured, and with their own strength, they couldn't save the pilot at all.

Fortunately, I came, and I still had a Toyota to drive.

Li Moyang came to the pilot's side again and whispered: "Hey, flight chief, I'm going to open the dashboard later, I hope you can hold on."

The middle-aged pilot opened his eyes, and in front of him was a young man of yellow race, who spoke fluent French, and he nodded weakly, and said weakly, "Save me......" After speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Li Moyang smiled faintly, a mouthful of white teeth looked good in the moonlight, and said: "Do my best, but you white people like the spirit of contract the most, I don't know if I saved you, what will you give me in return."

The middle-aged pilot opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

Li Moyang waved his hand, smiled, did not continue to speak, turned to the back of the Toyota, opened the trunk, found a tow line, hooked the hook at one end, led the tow rope to the nose of the helicopter, put on the instrument panel, and wrapped the tow head out.

"You drive." Li Moyang said to Jin Beauty.

Jin Meinu understood, this is to use the power of the car to pull open the dashboard, but at this time the helicopter only has the nose left, the weight is not enough, it cannot take root, the car is open, the nose must follow forward.

Li Moyang grabbed Tosso's head, took a breath, and said, "Don't care about the rest, you just drive."

The golden beauty didn't know why she got on the car, and Li Moyang kicked on the nose of the plane with one foot, and stood firmly on the ground with the other leg, and pulled the tosso tightly in his hand.

The Taiwanese man was stunned. Could this Chinese be able to take root on the soles of his feet?

The Toyota was hanging in second gear, a puff of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, it slammed forward, the nose of the plane moved forward violently, and Li Moyang also slid a few steps under his feet.

Li Moyang shouted again, poured the strength of his whole body into his left leg, like an iron pillar firmly rooted on the ground, his right leg pressed on the nose, and his hand tightly grasped the traction rope.

The beautiful pilot suddenly appeared, the Toyota car did not advance a centimeter at all, and even faintly had a tendency to retreat. This was too unbelievable. She saw in the rearview mirror that the Chinese young man's body was tense, just like Hercules in Greek mythology.

The Taiwanese were also stunned. Could this be the legendary Hercules.

Seeing beads of sweat the size of beans on Li Moyang's head, the green tendons were exposed, the Taiwanese limped forward, and helped push back the nose of the helicopter. In his eyes, the nose of the plane that had been deflated was slowly bulging outward. After about two minutes, Li Moyang had reached his limit, and his feet began to soften.

Li Moyang said to the Taiwanese: "Tell me to stop."

The Taiwanese hurriedly stopped, ran to the car, and shouted, "Stop, stop." He is also fluent in French.

The beautiful pilot breathed a sigh of relief, braked the car fiercely, pushed the car door, and rushed to the nose of the helicopter. Li Moyang was already paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily.

After a while, he meditated cross-legged as if no one was around, and he was there to adjust his breathing.

After a long time, the breath slowly returned to normal, and the various indicators of the body returned to the peak state again.

Li Moyang stood up and saw that the middle-aged pilot was pulled out of the nose of the plane by a beautiful pilot.

"Thank you." The middle-aged pilot bowed deeply to Li Moyang.

Li Moyang said with a smile: "Don't forget to repay me, you Westerners cherish life the most, it's good if you can live, don't covet your gold, silver and jewelry, just leave it all to me."

Wen Jin was furious, but the Taiwanese were silently watching Li Moyang from the sidelines, using an assault rifle as a crutch, while the middle-aged pilot was seriously thinking about how to repay the grace of saving his life.

Li Moyang smiled faintly, suddenly made a move, and an arrow came to the Taiwanese man. Before he understood, he clicked a few acupoints on his chest, controlled the Taiwanese man in his hand on the spot, and copied the assault rifle that was used as a crutch.

The golden beauty and the middle-aged pilot were at a loss for what to do.

Li Moyang put the Galil assault rifle on his shoulder, put a few magazines in his pocket, and aimed the assault rifle in his hand at the Taiwanese man.

"Say, what's your name, what is your origin, why are you here?"

The Taiwanese man stared at Li Moyang for a while, and finally smiled.

"I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that not only are you very powerful, but you also have a pretty high IQ."

Li Moyang said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, time is precious, you don't want to say, I don't mind killing you on the spot, anyway, you're already dead once."

"Okay, I said, I'll tell you the truth, my name is Wang Huaishi, a Taiwanese, a small businessman, but I'm in the arms business."

"Arms dealer." Li Moyang looked the middle-aged man up and down.

This person is 1.745 meters tall, around 40 years old, has a good face, looks like an ordinary person, and has nothing special.

This kind of public face is generally the material of the agent, especially on the land of Africa, and he was arrested by the Japanese people, and his identity is about to be revealed.

Peer.

Li Moyang guessed Wang Huaishi's identity.Of course, Wang Huaishi will definitely not admit his identity as an agent.Arms dealer.Let's think so.

"Okay, Mr. Arms Dealer, a question, why are you in a prison cell for the Japanese people?

"If I say that this Galil assault rifle in your hand is my supply, and this Toyota SUV behind you is also mine, these Japanese people are holding me hostage, and I want my family to pay a ransom.

Li Moyang paused for a moment, I wiped it, this guy answered like a stream, and there was no flaw.

"Okay, I believe, there's another question."

Wang Huaishi looked unsteady, his body swayed back and forth stiffly, he tried to keep his balance, he couldn't help himself, and the other party would also point points, which surprised him very much.

"Please." Wang Huaishi said steadily.

"Yesterday our plane was shot down.

"Of course I know, that big, beautiful pilot was locked in, and I asked her why."

Li Moyang glanced back at the golden beauty.The tall golden beauty was still stunned.I couldn't understand what the two Chinese were talking about.

"Why did they shoot down our planes."

"I don't know about that."

Wang Huaishi staggered and fell to the ground stiffly.

Li Moyang took a step forward and clicked a few times.

"Brother, master, can also point points." Wang Huaishi stood up in embarrassment, patted the dust on his body and said.

"Huaxia is so big, there are no surprises, I'm just a little skin, I think you're Chinese, you should know this."

"Brother, I admire what you just said, those Japanese people shot you down, I have heard a little bit about it."

Wang Huaishi no longer discounted, he knows what to say, anyway, this matter has nothing to do with him.

"Hmm, please." Li Moyang's eyes flashed, and the mysterious situation of the past two days may reveal the mystery.

"A few days ago, when I was trading with them, I overheard the Japanese people saying, someone gave them a sum of money, let them leak the news, there was a Mi drone, and there was the latest control chip in it, if someone came to trade, be sure to catch and kill, that's all."

Li Moyang was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Assuming that what Wang Huaishi said is true, then there must be someone who wants to deal with him, borrow a knife to kill someone, and pay just a reward.

Who the hell hated him so much, and wanted to kill him quickly.

Thinking about it again, could it be that someone wants to get rid of Zhang Bo.

Li Moyang asked: "Who is the bounty, do you know?"

"Oh, I don't know."

"Okay, Wang Huaishi, I, Li Moyang, I'm sorry just now."

Li Moyang stretched out his hand as he spoke, Wang Huaishi also stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands and separated.

"Get in the car, let's leave this place, it's too bloody, it's uncomfortable."

Li Moyang beckoned to the three of them, got into the cab, moved the Toyota off-road, Wang Huaishi got into the co-pilot, and the golden beauty and the middle-aged pilot got into the back seat.

As soon as she got into the car, the golden beauty saw the little black boy who was panicked at a glance.

"This is what I picked up. Her mother was just killed." Li Moyang explained, with a hint of sadness in his words.

"What a poor little child."

The golden beauty picked up the little black boy, the little boy was just three years old, with big eyes, bulging belly, naked, very cute.

Li Moyang moved the car out, didn't go a few meters, stopped with one foot on the brakes, patted the steering wheel, and said angrily: "I'm busy and dizzy. My brother is on the other side of the mountain. How to get there by car. I don't know the way."

Wang Huaishi asked, "On the other side of the mountain, the base camp of the Tutu tribe."

"Yes, His Royal Highness Prince Marian's tribe, do you know how to get there?"