Zheng Yuan had never fought, but his marksmanship for so many years was not practiced in vain, and the confrontation lasted less than ten minutes, and he killed another enemy.

After looking at the time, he felt that the second hand was really moving very slowly.

"Grass!" Zheng Yuan scolded, loaded a new magazine, ready to shoot at any time.

Now he only hopes that the Burmese police can arrive as soon as possible, and Chen Hao can send out the information he filmed and recorded in time, otherwise, even if he dies here, he will only die in vain.

He is not afraid of death, but what he is most afraid of is that death is worthless, if there is no gain in this matter, he will not be blind to death.

There were only three people left a few dozen meters away from him, and the one on the opposite side had already begun to pack the things that had just been arranged.

Fortunately, the things they have put together are not something that can be cleaned up clearly in a while, and with their own delays here, they will not be able to clean up so quickly, as long as these people can run by themselves without dropping their things.

Three more people came up from the hillside, and the two AKs didn't care if he could see or not, so he just shot and pressed Zheng Yuan to fight, so that he couldn't even lift his head.

The power of this AK is not covered, and the rate of fire of three or four has produced enough firepower to achieve the purpose of fire suppression.

Zheng Yuan was tightly resting behind a big tree, panting, his chest heaving very badly, obviously there was a lot of pressure.

He clutched his pistol tightly in his hand, waiting for their shooting to finish.

Although the guns in the hands of these people are powerful and powerful, they don't seem to know what to do after the fire is suppressed, all they do is finish the bullets of the guns in their hands.

Just when the magazine was changing, Zheng Yun appeared again, snapped, fired a dead shot, and another bandit was shot and fell to the ground.

Zheng Yuan was not idle, continued to shoot, and injured another one.

The valley was filled with the sound of gunfire and screams of wounded bandits.

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Moza was exposed to the sun's ultraviolet rays as if he had been smuggled from the African continent, he was wearing an old green military uniform, missing a tooth, carrying a revolver at his waist, and the canvas shoes on his feet could no longer be seen to be of any color, in short, Moza's whole body was very dirty, if it weren't for his domineering behavior and the big gold chain hanging around his neck, it would be really hard to see that he was the boss here.

He looked at the firefight on the opposite hillside, took a casual puff of his cigarette, and spit out a puff of smoke.

"Take a few more, search all the surrounding areas, who can catch them, whether they are dead or alive, bring them back to me, and then see how many of them there are?"

The military advisor on Moza's side hurriedly said, "Boss, the location here has been exposed, even if there is only one person on the other side, you can't stay here for a long time." ”

Moza replied, "I know, but don't worry, even if the police have surrounded us now, I can make sure that we are safe and sound." ”

Seeing that Moza was confident, the military advisor didn't want to say anything anymore, just urged the bandits in charge of moving things to move faster.

In such an empty forest, the sound of gunshots is really terrifying, and behind every gunshot, it means that someone will die.

Several people have already died under Zheng Yuan's gun, although he has killed people, but it is the first time he has killed so many people at one time, but these are all people who should be killed, so when he pulled the trigger, he did not hesitate at all.

This moment has been a long time, some people are not afraid of death, but no one does not want to live, including Zheng Yuan, who is always looking forward to the rapid arrival of reinforcements from Burma.

A few more people came, and this small mountain bag couldn't hold it at all.

Several AK automatic rifles were frantically spitting bullets, and for a while, Zheng Yuan was already beaten to the point that he couldn't get out, let alone shoot back.

In order to maneuver, he could only temporarily abandon this place and turn into the endless forest behind him.

A few bandits chasing him naturally would not give up, they chased behind them with guns, while chasing, shooting, Zheng Yuan's ears would fly by from time to time, the scene made him unable to stop for half a second, although it was impossible to run past the bullets, but if he stopped now, it would really be lifeless.

At this time, in addition to the sound of gunshots, he seemed to hear the sound of helicopter propellers, Zheng Yuan was overjoyed, hurriedly took out the signal flare, pulled out the lead, and a large puff of red smoke came out of his hand.

Red smoke passed through the branches and leaves and appeared in mid-air, and the Burmese police helicopter hovering not far away immediately spotted the target, and the two helicopters flew directly towards this direction.

The social environment in Myanmar is very turbulent, they may have to fight at any time, and when there are not enough people, they will use the police as soldiers, so the police helicopter is equipped with a heavy machine gun that can fire at the ground.

The bullets from the heavy machine gun fell straight down from the helicopter, and the large-caliber bullets splashed layers of dirt on the ground, and several bandits who were frantically chasing Zheng Yuan were killed on the spot, and the remaining two did not dare to chase after seeing the helicopter, and hurriedly ran back in concealment.

After losing the enemy, Zheng Yuan was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He leaned against the tree and gasped for breath.

The helicopter circled in the open space next to him, and several Burmese police officers in uniform and armed with rifles were rappelled down, and they quickly surrounded Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan had already taken the criminal policeman's ID in his hand and said, "I'm a policeman, don't shoot!"

One of the people who came up looked at the documents, then returned them to Zheng Yuan, and said in Mandarin that he was not proficient in: "Officer Zheng, are you okay?"

Zheng Yuan nodded and hurriedly said, "There are still a lot of bandits in the camp over there, so we can't let them run away." ”

The Burmese police nodded and said, "Our helicopter has already passed, don't worry, none of them can escape, how many of you do you need our help?"

Zheng Yuan pointed to himself: "It's just me, let's go to the camp over there." ”

Zheng Yuan listened to the gunshots coming from the direction of the camp and couldn't wait to go there.

This group of people, he has been staring at for several years, and today he can't catch them, of course he can't be absent.

When several people arrived at the camp, the people who had landed from the two helicopters had already arrested people in the camp, and some of the bandits who wanted to run were also driven back by the Burmese police personnel who rushed over from the ground, killing dozens of them and arresting seventy or eighty.

Just kidding, the Burmese police have all fought with ethnic minorities, and the murderous people don't blink an eye, they don't want to die so soon.

Within half an hour of the arrival of the helicopter, all the bandits had been arrested, Zheng Yuan arrived at the camp, and was relieved to see this scene.

However, after careful observation, he found that among these people, the bandit leader Moza was missing.