"Just a few of you, if you want to die, you can stay here and ambush, I don't object!" The glasses glanced at the few people behind him with disdain, and said in a cold voice.

Dozens of them just now, all almost planted, now these few remnants of the defeated generals, it's just looking for their own death, although the shot just now was hit, but it is not necessarily to the left, if not, to the left will definitely catch up, if it is really to the left, then the people around the left will be crazy to pounce on revenge, no matter what, they can't get good fruit to eat, I hope it's not to the left, otherwise, except for him, these people can't go back tonight.

"Then we won't wait for Ahsan?" asked someone behind him weakly.

"Do you think he can come back?" Glasses knew very well in his heart that his sniper, Ah San, was already dead at this time, otherwise according to this time, he should have caught up.

"No, on such a dark night, Ahsan's lurking point is a little far away from us, we don't know where he is hiding, they can't find it at all?"

"Hehe, okay, three minutes, if Ahsan hasn't caught up, we'll retreat!" A sneer appeared on the corner of his glasses, the legend of 'shadow' hunting an ordinary sniper in the dark is actually as simple as ordinary people drinking water and eating, but it takes a little longer in this environment, otherwise, he doubts that this sniper has a chance to shoot.

People, at some point, are very stubborn, about the legend of the 'shadow', the glasses are very clear, he just wants to verify whether it is as powerful as the legend, of course, it is not painful for him to pay this price, this kind of third-rate sniper, he has more.

Now, the Golden Triangle base camp is full of people, although it looks like a group of people on the surface, but most of the high-level officials have their own accounts in their hearts, Kun was killed to the left, and the boss should inherit everything, but in the end he suffered a catastrophe, not only failed to control all the forces in the Golden Triangle, but even took his own life.

Although the others are dead, but he has been by Kun Yan's side for so many years, and there are a lot of people who have been promoted, these people are still there, although they obey the order, but they still haven't completely surrendered in their hearts, whether it is glasses or Mo Yang, they are not too harsh on these subordinates, so as not to cause civil strife among them, otherwise, in this case, no one dares to speak out.

Three minutes later, the glasses started the Harley 750, increased the throttle and drove forward, the people behind turned their heads to look at the boundless darkness, shook their heads and could only start the Harley 750, the glasses gave three minutes, they were already content, and they didn't dare to say anything.

The legend of 'Shadow', you can know that they are all powerful people in the world, in the Golden Triangle base camp, the people who know the perverted existence of Chu Yang are only limited to those who can enter the small conference room, although these people tonight are elite personnel, but the glasses will not waste their tongues to tell them, and they don't bother to tell them.

Half an hour later, the wrangler arrived at the broken temple that Uncle Kong said, Chu Yang stayed at the door to be on guard, and Duan Wuya carried Uncle Kong on his back and walked quickly into the broken temple with the first aid kit on the car to the left.

"Uncle Kong, now on this condition, you hold on a little!" As he spoke, he handed Uncle Kong a small piece of wooden stick he found from the ruined temple.

Uncle Kong nodded, and bit the wooden stick in his mouth, he is an old man, so he naturally understands the intention of going left, there is something in his mouth to bite, to prevent him from biting his tongue when he takes the bullet.

"Boundless, dagger!" he pulled the alcohol lamp from the first aid kit to the left, slowly burning the blade.

This situation may be the first time for Uncle Kong, but for Xiang Zuo's third brother, I don't know how many times he has experienced this kind of scene, and even Xiang Zuo has taken bullets from his body when he went out on missions in the past.

Soon, the dagger burned red, patted Uncle Kong's shoulder to the left, and stabbed it fiercely, and suddenly, the skin and flesh emitted a scorching smell because of the burning, and it was accompanied by blood shooting out of the shoulder.

Uncle Kong didn't react to what he was doing to the left just now, but then the sharp pain in his shoulder almost made him faint, and the moment the sharp pain spread through his body, Uncle Kong's bite entered the wooden stick, almost biting through.

"Damn, this bullet is so deep!" Duan Wuya had taken it from himself before, and of course he had taken it for others himself, but it was not so deep, seeing that Uncle Kong was in a cold sweat in pain, and his own palms were also soaked.

"Uncle Kong, you have to hold on for a while, the bullet is stuck in the crack of the bone!" When he cut the bullet hole along the trajectory of the bullet to the left, he couldn't help but gasp, this is so difficult.

"Hmph" Uncle Kong was speechless, and he could only make a humming sound in pain.

I don't know if the story of Guan Gong's scraping of bones and healing wounds in ancient times is apocryphal, or true, but this kind of pain will not be so calm on anyone, at least not sitting still.

Duan Wuya held down Uncle Kong's body and moved quickly to the left, until half an hour later, the bullet was taken out, and on Uncle Kong's side, blood and sweat flowed all over the ground, and the person also fell unconscious.

"Brother, what now?" Duan Wuya finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bullet being taken out.

"It's okay, I should be able to wake up tomorrow, we're going to spend the night here tonight, you go and prepare a little firewood, try not to let Uncle Kong get cold!"

There was nothing to say all night, the third brother took turns to be on duty at night, and it was not until more than 11 o'clock in the morning that Uncle Kong woke up, looking at the face of the third brother, he knew that he didn't sleep well last night, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved, to be honest, if he and Xiang Zuo exchanged angles, perhaps, at this time, he had already taken his brother away, as for Xiang Zuo, he was left to his fate.

Perhaps, this is the justice in the bones of a soldier born in the army, which is far from being comparable to an old social hooligan like him.

"Thank you!" Uncle Kong squirmed his lips several times for a long time before he said weakly.

"Uncle Kong, don't talk, drink some water, replenish some energy, rest for a while, we have to continue on our way!" Duan Wuya was originally napping against the wall, but after listening to Uncle Kong, he immediately picked up a bottle of water and fed Uncle Kong.

PS: Please return the owe chapter, good night everyone!