Song Anran, who was only carrying a tactical backpack, walked out of the airport and saw the two people who came to greet him!

A fat man, and a thin man!

The fat man's name is Wang Bin, and the thin man's name is Xiong Jing, it was Zhu Heze who followed Song Anran's instructions and specially arranged for the two of them to stay at the border of Myanmar, and regularly put all kinds of delicious food and other things into the mountains and forests where Miao Xiaoya was hiding!

Song Anran got into a Wrangler driven by the two of them and went to Ruili Border Trade Town, which is more than 200 kilometers away!

"During this time, have there been any unusual changes in that mountain forest?" Song Anran asked casually!

"I didn't ...... Nothing has changed, it's the same as before!"

Xiong Xiong, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head and said with a flattering smile: "That mountain forest is still as calm as ever, it is estimated that due to the impact of the last battle, even drug dealers rarely pass through that area!"

"Master, we have booked a room and a private room for you in the best hostel and the best restaurant in Ruili!"

"After lunch, the master can take a break and relieve fatigue!

Song Anran noticed that the two of them were beating faster, and there was also a fine sweat on their foreheads, and they seemed to be a little too nervous!

He didn't think much of it, guessing that it might be because he was nervous!

He looked at his hands like green jade, and sighed secretly, these hands are already murderous, and there must have accumulated a lot of evil and resentment on his body, but I don't know if he has the ability to stop the child's night crying?

Song Anran smiled lightly and said, "I've worked hard for you all these times!"

"I won't stay or eat at first, I will go directly to Burma! When I come out of Burma, you can go back to Linquan with me, and you don't have to stay here and suffer any more!"

Xiong was full of smiles, and said with sincere fear: "Master, you are polite, how can it be hard to do things for the master and Boss Zhu, this is an honor!"

Seeing Song Anran leaning on the back of the chair, he began to close his eyes and recuperate, closed his mouth very interestingly, turned around, and handed Wang Bin, who was nervously driving, a reassuring look!

The Wrangler drove for more than three hours, crossed the town of Ruili, and sent Song Anran directly, located in front of a hill on the border between China and Myanmar!

Song Anran got out of the car and looked around, and after ordering Xiong Jing and Wang Bin to wait for him in Ruili Town, he plunged into the lush mountains and forests!

Returning to his hometown, under the familiar road, Song Anran walked through the mountains and forests, as fast as a cheetah!

An hour or two later, Song Anran came to the edge of the mountain forest where the last battle was fought!

But, this place has changed from the last time he left!

There were traces of the battle everywhere, there were quite a few bullet casings scattered on the ground, and many trees fell crookedly to the ground!

Judging by the traces left behind, it is precisely the last few days that have caused it!

Song Anran's heart sank, he discerned the direction, and dived in the direction where a faint voice came. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A moment later, Song Anran spotted three soldiers dressed as peasants with guns in their hands, seemingly on patrol.

"What's going on here?" Song Anran stopped the way alone and asked with an expressionless face!

One of the leading soldiers directly aimed a gun at Song Anran, and said with a cruel smile: "Why does Lao Tzu want to tell you?

Song Anran knew that this area, where drug dealers were rampant, was a lawless place!

Without saying a word, the figure flashed, and when Song Anran reappeared in place, the warrior's body was completely embedded in the soil, without breathing, but shock and fear were intertwined, and it was clearly frozen on his face.

After killing one person cleanly, Song Anran looked at the next soldier again.

Before the soldier could recover from the shock, he instinctively pointed his gun at Song Anran.

Fortunately, he reacted fairly quickly, and immediately put down the gun, already in a cold sweat.

"A week ago, our young master found a beautiful little girl in this mountain forest, and he wanted to ...... He wanted to bring her back, but he never came back!"

The guards who were with him fled back, saying that it was the god of the forest who had appeared, and the mountains and forests were furious and hanged the young master. ”

"Our village owner is furious, and he has gathered all his men, and we must catch this little girl who is pretending to be a ghost and avenge her son!

The little girl in the mountains and forests? The god of the forest manifests? Isn't this Miao Xiaoya!

Song Anran had a murderous aura in his heart, and he remained silent on the surface, and continued to ask: "What's the situation now?

"No, that little girl is elusive, and she can let the forest attack us!"

"We have killed and injured many people, but the owner of the village is determined to catch her! We only know that the little girl has been wounded and is trapped in a mountain forest ahead!"

If you haven't caught it yet, it's fine!

Song Anran asked a little strangely: "Are you patrolling here?"

"Prevent other stockades from taking the opportunity to sneak up on us and drive away sporadic traffickers......

In this area, a stockade is an organized military force!

They occupy an area and control the cultivation, production, and trafficking of narcotics in this area! Moreover, there is a serious conflict of interest between the stockades, and it is normal for them to clash with each other!

After getting the information he needed, Song Anran's eyes turned cold.

The third fighter had sharp eyes and screamed loudly: "Run, he has to do it!"

It's a pity that it's too late to run anymore at this time, Song Anran waved his hand and shot dozens of red lines, killing all the two people and rushing towards the encirclement.

It didn't take long for the so-called encirclement to appear in front of his eyes, which was a small valley.

On the high ground on both sides of the valley, there are dozens of gunmen guarding it!

On the side of the valley mouth, hundreds of warriors, some with chainsaws, some wielding axes, and some pulling saws, were cutting down big trees.

Every now and then, a big tree will roar and fall!

Behind these men, there were two people standing every five or six people, one with a gun and one with a machete, staring at the trees in the valley with little wings!

A middle-aged man stands high in the back!

He had a full beard and sunken eyes, and he never seemed to have a good night's sleep!

He kept scolding, urging these people to step up the cutting down of trees, and the gaze that looked at the valley was extremely fierce!

Song Anran guessed that this guy was likely to be the owner of the village!

Under the continuous logging of these people, the forests in the valley are constantly decreasing.

Song Anran was not in a hurry to make a move, but hid in the dark to observe!

Suddenly, a rattan with the thickness of a wrist and full of thorns burst out from the ground seven or eight meters long, and at once it caught a warrior with a chainsaw in his hand, dragged him to the ground, and dragged him in the valley!

Wails, cries for help, resounded throughout the small valley!

Immediately, the gun-wielding soldiers standing behind the guard shot blindly at the valley, and two warriors with machetes ran over and slashed the rattan with their knives!

The rattan is like a spiritual snake, dragging a person to dodge the machete!

The man who was dragged to the ground also knew that his life was at stake, so he hurriedly hugged the trunk of a fallen tree and refused to let go!

One person finally hit the rattan, and after stepping on the rattan with his foot, he slashed more than a dozen times in succession before cutting it!

Song Anran's eyes froze, and he clearly saw that the cut rattan actually flowed out of a crimson liquid, as if it was human blood!

In the miserable wail, the man who was entangled in the rattan, with the help of several people, finally ripped the rattan off his body, but his face was so white and terrible that he didn't even have the strength to stand, and was carried to the rear!

When the owner of the village saw this scene, he couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly burst out: "The girl hiding in the valley and pretending to be a ghost, you listen to me! I'll give you a minute to come out and surrender!"

"Otherwise, I'll give you a taste of the burning of your body!"

With that, he waved his hand, and many warriors standing on the high ground on both sides of the valley raised mineral water bottles, wine bottles, iron barrels, etc. one after another!

The bottle contained a yellowish liquid, apparently gasoline!

However, at this moment, the owner of the village suddenly heard a voice that sent chills down his spine, coming from the back that was close at hand, "Let your people withdraw, otherwise, you will die!"