Mandelin Island.

Because of the official letter from the Chinese side of the Interpol note, the construction of Mandelin Island has also stalled. The construction company that Joey sought out by the jeweler eventually unilaterally terminated the contract because of domestic political pressure.

Joey was angry, but the islanders, led by Lao Ba Song, thought about it. Do it yourself, and let outsiders come is not practical. After Joey helped to procure the mechanical tools, he continued to be busy with business, and now the affairs of the island are in charge of Ba Song and Mo Fan.

However, Mo Fan is better at sabotage, and construction and the like are obviously not helpful. In addition to trying to learn Thai and Khmer every day, I basically run around the island. Exercise, by the way, patrol the vigilance.

Because it is uncertain whether drug traffickers will make a comeback, guard towers have been built in many parts of the island.

When passing by a guard tower, Mo Fan subconsciously looked up and found that the two militiamen standing guard above were pointing there.

Mo Fan was puzzled, looked up and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Mo Fan has a good talent for languages, and can now conduct some basic conversations in Thai.

"Someone's coming, helicopters, ...... over there," the militia shouted back.

Joey hires people to deliver things by helicopter, and the people on the island are used to it and don't make a fuss.

But Mo Fan frowned.

The planes hired by Joey are all from Malaysia, Thailand and Cambodia. And now in this direction, there is only a vast sea, not including any country.

Could it be that the plane changed course?

With a belly full of suspicion, Mo Fan climbed the guard tower and watched through the binoculars.

At this look, Mo Fan's face became unnatural.

There were a total of four helicopters, and they were really circling around the island outside, as if they were scouting something.

"If there is a situation, send an alarm!" Mo Fan dropped a sentence and slid down the ladder of the guard tower.

The two militiamen glanced at each other and picked up the intercom without hesitation.

Mo Fan represents Zuo Han, the apostle of the gods in the minds of the islanders, and naturally no one questions his words.

The people of the island left and got busy, the men with weapons quickly gathered, and the old and weak women and children hid in bunkers in an orderly manner.

"Emissary, are those people enemies?" Ba Song took the binoculars and looked at it.

The helicopter is still far away, and it is not clear what is going on.

Mo Fan also held the telescope and observed carefully, and said: "This is not good, I just think it is strange, let everyone be vigilant......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw four helicopters suddenly change direction and fly towards the island.

As it approached, Mo Fan's face changed, and he yelled: "Retreat to the center of the island!" ”

It was four large transport planes, with doors open on both sides, heavy machine guns, and people carrying bazookas in the back.

Although a militia was formed on the island, the heavy weapons were all taken away by Interpol, and the militia had only semi-automatic rifles. In the face of a surprise attack by helicopter gunships, it is impossible to resist effectively. To deal with them, they had to rely on the two machine guns hidden in advance in the center of the island.

Mo Fan led the militia to quickly retreat.

The helicopter also seemed to notice the militiamen, speeding up to approach.

"Click......"

As the helicopter approached, the heavy machine guns began to fire. Condescendingly, bullets rained down.

"Hide, hide quickly......" Mo Fan shouted anxiously while firing back with his gun.

Although Mo Fan was clever, he had never really fought after all. And the residents of the island are even more so, surviving under the pressure of drug dealers, with courage and fighting spirit, but they don't know how to fight at all.

Some people hid with their heads in their hands, some fled for their lives, and some raised their guns and shot blindly......

The militiamen fell one after another like leeks cut off, but the four helicopter gunships were not damaged at all.

Ba Song and some of the militia temporarily escaped under the cover of the woods, but Mo Fan and more than a hundred people were intercepted. Everyone was looking for cover, and they didn't dare to take their heads.

At first, the helicopter was afraid of being accidentally injured by a stray bullet, so they paid attention to the flight altitude. Seeing the scene below, he simply lowered his altitude and attacked recklessly.

"Hahaha, what a bunch of stupid pigs. It's an easy mission......" one of the mercenaries laughed in English.

"It's ......really boring to let our Black Forest mercenary group do such a small job," the other mercenary looked distracted.

The mercenary laughed and said, "Do all the work, I wish there were more ...... such mentally retarded employers."

"Shut your foul mouth, Hank!" A strong black man had a look of fear in his eyes and rebuked, "That employer is not something you can talk about casually." If your brother knew about it, it would be light for you to be shot with one shot. ”

"What's the ......," Hank muttered, but didn't dare say anything more.

"Stop playing, cheer me up, and solve the battle in fifteen minutes!" With the order of the black man, the two helicopters continued to chase and kill Mo Fan and the others. The other two quickly climbed and searched for the center of the island.

Whenever you see a building, it's machine gun fire plus bazooka blasting.

Trees were broken, walls were stomped and smashed, and militiamen were lying in pools of blood.

Mo Fan was pinned down in the gap between several large stones, and the bullets flew by, and the stone chips were scattered everywhere.

Looking at the fallen corpse not far away, Mo Fan bit out his teeth and bled out.

Why are you always so useless, last time in Fuyuan Town, this time it is on Mandelin Island. The strength of the enemy is not a reason, but his own incompetence is the root!

Mo Fan was confident that in a one-on-one situation, he would not lose to those mercenaries. But now, there is no chance for him to show his strength.

Under the powerful fire of the helicopter, the militia had no room to resist at all, and these people who didn't have time to run away, except for Mo Fan, were almost all killed under the indiscriminate gunfire.

"Check to see if anyone is playing dead."

With the order of the black man, the two helicopters lowered their flight altitude, and the powerful air currents of the propellers blew the trees and rolled the gravel. When a certain corpse is found to be moving, it is immediately greeted by a bullet.

Mo Fan just gritted his teeth and hid under the stone.

A helicopter gradually approached Mo Fan's location, and two mercenaries leaned out and looked down with their guns raised.

Mo Fan suddenly burst out, and raising his gun was a wild sweep.

Mo Fan's marksmanship was not good, but at this time, the helicopter flew very low, and the two mercenaries who leaned out were caught off guard, and they were shot several times in a row, screaming and falling down.

The two of them were not hit by the vital point, both in the thighs. Falling on the grass and moaning in pain.

"Bastard!!"

The rest of the mercenaries were furious and shot with their guns.

Mo Fan rolled nimbly, dodged the bullet, and wiped the neck of a mercenary with a knife in his hand.

Then he scurried forward, placing the knife on the neck of the other man.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, the helicopters circled back and forth, and the mercenaries glared with red eyes. The big black man gritted his teeth even more, raised his gun to aim, and put it down again.

It would be fine if ordinary companions were captured, but the person who was restrained now was the regiment commander's own brother, Hank.

A helicopter landed, and the black man and the two mercenaries got off the plane and walked to a place more than twenty meters away from Mo Fan.

"Let him go!" The big black man yelled at Mo Fan in English: "I promise not to hurt you." ”

Mo Fan raised a middle finger.

The first foreign language Mo Fan learned was Thai, followed by Khmer. I haven't learned the international English yet.

However, even if Mo Fan could hear and understand, he would not be stupid enough to believe the words of the black man.

Just now, Mo Fan was only thinking about killing one to make one, and killing two to earn one. But when he pounced on Hank and was about to make a move, he suddenly found that the gunfire had stopped. Almost instantly, Mo Fan stopped the blade of the dagger.

This person seems to be something special.

Mo Fan looked down at Hank, who was screaming, and said to the black man in Chinese: "If you leave this island, I won't kill him." ”

The black man also happened to know some Chinese, and replied bluntly: "You let him go, let's leave." ”

Mo Fan pursed his lips disdainfully, and with a single pick of the tip of the knife, he cut off half of Hank's ear.

Hank suddenly screamed like a pig.

Damn, this kid is so ruthless!

Looking at Mo Fan, who was not very old but had a ruthless face, and looked at the unlucky guy who was wiped on his neck, the big black man spat fiercely, walked back to the helicopter and yelled at the intercom:

“03！ 04！ Did you catch up with the fleeing people? ”

The intercom replied: "The escaped rat has been found, and it will be cleaned up soon......"

"Don't kill them, catch them alive!" The big black man yelled, "Hank's stupid pig has been captured, we need hostages!" ”

“**！”

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After a while, two or three hundred militiamen, including Ba Song, were escorted back, many of them still wounded.

The weapons were all gone, the helicopters were circling in the air, the muzzles of the black holes pointed at them.

Mo Fan probably swept the number of people, and his face was gloomy.

It seems like there are a lot of people, but there are more than that. At least half of them ......

Mo Fan looked at the mercenaries' gaze and became much more angry again.

"I'll trade these people for you." The black man said in blunt Chinese: "You don't suffer." ”

"You leave, I'll release him in three days!" Mo Fan was unmoved.

Seeing that Mo Fan was not fooled, the black man also had some anger on his face, and he glanced at his subordinates.

With two clicks, the two militiamen fell in pools of blood.

Mo Fan's eyes turned red: "You dare to ?!! ”

"Of course I dare." The black man sneered: "You only have one hostage, but I have so many. If you don't exchange, I'll kill a few a minute. ”

"I'll kill him right now!" Mo Fan was in a hurry.

The black man said casually: "Kill him, and I will let these people die in front of you one by one." ”

Seeing Mo Fan's hesitation, the black man was even more determined in his heart, and waved his hand.

With two gunshots, two more militiamen fell.

"Messenger, leave us alone!" Ba Song said loudly: "The master will avenge us." ”

A young man behind Ba Song whispered, "Uncle Ba Song, isn't that person very powerful?" Why don't you come back and save us? ”

"Don't be disrespectful to your master." Ba Song turned around and said angrily: "The master has given us freedom, what do you want?" His power is beyond your imagination. ”

"yes, the master is busy, maybe he just hasn't had time to come back." The militia who had already dedicated their faith to Zuo Han echoed it.

But more often than not, it is the doubts of the non-believer militias. It's not that they are dissatisfied with Zuo Han, they just don't like the kind of respect that others have for Zuo Han, especially at this critical moment.

Listening to the militiamen's arguments, Mo Fan was even more annoyed.

He would rather die than be questioned by Zuo Han.

Zuo Han is my teacher and my god, how can you talk about it casually.

But now......

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