Jin Jian hurriedly shook his head and said:

"Boss, that's not what I meant......"

Wei Yang interrupted Jin Jian's words:

"Okay, leave me alone, the most important thing is to solve the current crisis first."

After saying that, he raised his hand and patted Jin Jian's shoulder, and disappeared into the vast white mist again.

Now Chalai is a little worried.

According to his plan, the miasma began to spread around four o'clock in the morning, and it was after four o'clock when the miasma was at its thickest.

Launching an attack at this time will definitely be able to deal a heavy blow to that Chinese team to the greatest extent.

At the beginning, the effect was really good, and the panicked voices from the team of the Huaxia people could be heard from so far away.

But in less than half an hour, the opposite side was quiet, and it had already begun to return fire.

Although he didn't deal effective damage to his team, he was a little surprised by the speed of his reaction.

After a chaotic burst of gunfire, the Huaxia team gradually quieted down, only occasionally hearing one or two gunshots.

This is really not normal.

In his opinion, those Chinese people would not have the experience of fighting against miasma in the jungle at all, so they deliberately chose to suddenly attack in such weather conditions.

But now it seems that it has not achieved the desired effect.

Now that more than an hour has passed, the sun has risen, and the miasma has begun to gradually dissipate, once the miasma is lost, it is impossible for his thousands of people to resist the counterattack of the Huaxia army.

If it doesn't work this time, there will be a chance next time, but if he can't retreat in time, then his team will be able to face the catastrophe of destruction.

Thinking so, Charai casually plucked a leaf from the tree and put it to his mouth, and suddenly a sharp and clear whistle sounded in the white mist.

Those under Charai knew that this was a signal to retreat, and immediately stopped firing and began to retreat slowly.

However, they want to go, but there are people who don't want them to go.

The moment the whistle sounded, a figure quickly followed the sound.

Immediately after giving the signal to retreat, Charai jumped down from a large tree where he was hiding, preparing to leave.

But before he could take a step, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and an ugly and hideous face suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was just about to retreat, when there was a heat in his neck, then a cold, and a voice rang in his ears at the same time:

"Don't move! You'd better beg to understand what I'm saying! ”

The burning pain in his neck made Charai clearly realize what that cold feeling was, and he hurriedly said:

"Okay, good, good, I won't move, you, you take the knife away first."

As soon as the words came out, he saw that the face in front of him seemed to twitch, revealing a hint of playfulness:

"You really understand?!"

Charai now has the heart to cry.

He couldn't have imagined that it was a big piece of fat meat, but it was actually a hornet's nest.

Fortunately, several of his subordinates escaped from Huaxia, and he knew some Huaxia language, otherwise, I am afraid that his head is no longer on his neck by now.

And the ugly ghost in his eyes is Wei Yang.

Wei Yang killed all the way, covered in blood, as if the killing god had descended, he was not a threat, now as long as Cha Lai dared to move, the dagger in his hand would definitely cut his throat without hesitation.

At the moment when the leaves were blown in Chalai, Wei Yang realized that this was the retreat signal of these Burmese people.

And the person who gave this signal must have been their leader, so he rushed over at once.

As soon as he saw what Cha Lai was wearing, Wei Yang knew that he was looking for the right person.

At this time, the miasma had dispersed a lot, and the visibility could reach more than twenty meters, and some of the retreating Burmese people nearby saw the situation here and quickly surrounded it.

However, before they could rush closer, more than a dozen members of the special operations team also arrived.

Jin Jian was worried about Wei Yang's safety, so he specially sent them to find and protect him.

Wei Yang glanced at the Burmese people who came up and said coldly to Chalai:

"Let them put their guns down, because even if they shoot, I'll promise to get you on your way first!"

Charai is an outlaw, but that doesn't mean he's not afraid of death.

Those who can mix to this extent in a place like Myanmar Chuan have all crawled out of the pile of dead people.

It is precisely because all this is not easy to come by, so I am particularly afraid of death.

Feeling that the knife on his neck was gradually gaining strength, Charai quickly shouted something to those people, and the Burmese people looked at each other and began to put their guns on the ground one after another.

However, nothing is absolute.

Just as Charai didn't expect that he could fall into Wei Yang's hands, Wei Yang didn't expect that Charai's subordinates also didn't care about his life or death.

"Horn!"

There was a crisp sound, and although Wei Yang subconsciously flashed, there was still a sharp pain on his left shoulder.

Fortunately, he was holding a knife in his right hand, otherwise this shot would have saved Chalai.

Resisting the pain, he dodged and dragged Chalai behind a tree, and with a thought, the silver revolver given by the system appeared in his left hand.

At this time, the pain was not the most important thing to Wei Yang, the person who shot himself was the one who shot him.

Lean, raise your hand, aim, pull the trigger.

The whole set of movements was done in one go, and after a loud bang, the Burmese man, who had just loaded the second bullet and had not had time to aim, suddenly fell backwards.

At this moment, the phrase "the head was beaten to pieces" is too apt to describe the Burmese Sichuan man who fell to the ground.

A companion standing behind him was on his side when he fell to the ground when he suddenly felt a soft, hot thing slap on his face,

Reach out and take it down, and it is one of the man's eyes!

Compared with the negotiators of Li and Bai, who were also killed by Wei Yang with a revolver before, this Burmese Sichuan man obviously had a more ugly death.

Almost everything above the lower jaw was shattered, except for a row of yellow lower teeth and a tongue still intact on it, and even that tongue was still wriggling.

The dozen or so Burmese people were stupefied.

They had never seen such a powerful weapon, and they didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if it were hit on them.

Charai was also frightened, he didn't expect that some of his subordinates would choose to shoot regardless of their own life or death.

Wei Yang ignored him and handed him over to a special combat member.

At this time, there were people on both sides who were constantly surrounding, and a confrontation was formed for a while.

Those Burmese people all had guns in their hands, but none of the members of the special operations team carried guns, and the situation once again fell to the side of the Burmese people.

Chalai was a cunning enough person, and when he saw this, he immediately said to Wei Yang:

"I think you'd better let me go now, maybe I'll leave you alone!"

Before Wei Yang could speak, dozens of black dots suddenly flew over his head, and quickly fell into the ranks of the Burmese people.