The remorse in the heart of the bridge is beyond measure. I thought that I had caught Mo Rufeng this time and could put him to death without leaving a trace, but after all calculations, it still fell short, and Mo Rufeng was resisted with a gun.

What's worse is that although the two sides were hostile before, they were all within the rules of the competition, and the two sides did not have the intention of killing, and now, he used the AK-47 that was supposed to deal with the beast, elevating a competition to a battle of life and death, and he suffered from it.

"Don't think crookedly!" Mo Rufeng said, "I know your Chinese is good and can understand my words." If my gun goes off the rails like the wind, then I'll have to push you into the river to feed the sharks! Sharks are the best experts in destroying evidence. Now, then, Mr. Hashimoto, please raise your hand and hand me the gun! ”

Under the bridge, he had to raise his hand and at the same time hand the AK-47 in his hand to the back.

Mo Rufeng took the AK-47 and ordered him to turn around under the bridge.

Turning around under the bridge, I saw Mo Rufeng with a relaxed face.

Mo Rufeng was holding a branch in his left hand, and in his right hand he was holding the AK-47 that he had just received from under the bridge, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed at the chest under the bridge.

It turns out that he didn't have a gun in his hand just now! He only has a dead branch!

The anger and frustration under the bridge is indescribable.

Why does this damn Chinese always hold on to the initiative?

“youcangonow，thankyou！ (You're good to go, thank you!) Mo Rufeng shouted to the old black native.

“thankyouforyourpresent！ (Thank you for the gift!) The old black man replied, leaving with the camouflage bag and the parachute.

Mo Rufeng stared at the bridge and asked, "Have you heard of the Gates of Hell?"

He shook his head under the bridge.

"This is your story in Japan. A samurai came to the monastery, bowed respectfully to Master Hakuin, and asked him, 'Is there a heaven or a hell, please ask the master for guidance.' Zen Master Bai Yin glanced at him and did not answer. Feeling insulted, the samurai was furious, and immediately drew the long knife at his waist and slashed at the Zen master. Unmoved, Master Bai Yin smiled and said, 'The gates of hell have been opened for you. As if he had been beaten in the face, the samurai immediately put down his sword and knelt before the Zen master to confess. Then Bai Yin said, 'The gate of heaven has been opened for you!' Mo Rufeng said lightly, the muzzle of the gun moved upward, and finally pointed at the sun flag pattern on the chest under the bridge, "This is true for individuals, and it is also true for the country." Without your greed and aggression, where would the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki have been? As soon as the evil heart is opened, the gates of hell will be opened for you! ”

After speaking, Mo Rufeng bypassed the bridge and walked straight to the downstream of the river.

After walking a few dozen meters, Mo Rufeng took out something from the grass on the side of the road, which was his own AK-47 rifle.

Alone, with two guns, he walked to the ferry downstream.

Mo Rufeng walked a little lame, obviously, this is not a good place to land in the airborne, plus it had just rained, the ground was muddy, and he injured his foot when he landed.

After turning a corner, Mo Rufeng paused, and his sprained foot ached. He thought about it for a while, put his gun on his back, but turned the barrel of the AK-47 under the bridge downward, as a crutch, and when his foot hurt, he put his foot on the magazine to rest, and it was really much better.

Soon, Mo Rufeng arrived at the ferry.

The riverbed suddenly becomes wider here, the turbulent river upstream arrives here, the water potential suddenly slows down, but the water surface is much wider, from a distance, the vast and sparkling, galloping, quite a heroic atmosphere.

A small boat was tied to the shore, but no one was seen, presumably the captain had left on business.

Mo Rufeng thought for a moment, stuck the gun under the bridge into the dirt on the shore, untied the rope of the boat himself, jumped into the boat, and with a slight swing of the oars, the boat left the shore briskly and headed for the other side of the river.

Not long after Mo Rufeng went ashore, he also followed under the bridge and rushed to the shore. In fact, when he saw Mo Rufeng limping when he left, he knew that he was injured, so he kept following, he was waiting for the opportunity, and never gave up until the last moment, which was his rule as a soldier.

But Mo Rufeng had a gun in his hand, so he didn't dare to get too close.

When he reached the shore, Mo Rufeng rowed off the boat and left the shore about a hundred meters.

Under the bridge, I saw Mo Rufeng's own gun left on the shore.

"Even if you can't win the championship in the competition, you can't let our potential enemy win the championship, and that's China!"

General Koizumi's words echoed in his ears.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the AK-47, pulled the safety open, adjusted the muzzle, and aimed it at Mo Rufeng! His movements are smooth and smooth, showing a good training foundation for a professional soldier.

To prevent the Chinese from winning the championship, the only means now is to kill Mo Rufeng!

Kill him, even if you go to court, what's the matter? This abominable Shina man! Your end has come, and the funny thing is that although you are cunning, you also have stupid times when you turn your back on me, and this is not a target for me! Don't you know that I'm a sharpshooter among a thousand armies?

Mo Rufeng rowed the oars with all his might, and in his childhood and youth, he either climbed on the mountain or frolicked in the river called "Huaxi" at the bottom of the mountain, so he was extremely familiar with the nature of the water, rowing, that is a master.

The boat had crossed the center of the river, when he seemed to hear the sound of someone on the other side shouting, but soon the sound was drowned out by the sound of the "whooshing" water.

Then, Mo Rufeng heard the dull sound of gunfire behind him.

He turned around and saw Jiro Hashimoto standing on the shore, AK-47 in his hand pointing at him.

"The gates of hell have been opened for you," he smiled coldly, his voice piercing, "then, I wish you a smooth journey on the Huangquan Road!" ”

After the gunshot, the body under the bridge shook a few times.

He didn't understand, the gun was still his own gun, why did it explode after shooting?

In fact, as long as you look at the actual dirt in the barrel, you should know that when the gun acts as a crutch for Mo Rufeng, the barrel has been blocked by the mud.

It is common sense that a gun with a blocked barrel will explode when fired.

However, the violent aura prevents normal judgment under the bridge.

If there was still consciousness under the bridge at this time, how remorseful he would be!

But fortunately, he no longer felt remorse.

Blood poured out of his head. His body shook like a log and fell into the river. In a moment, the crocodile, smelling blood, arrived quickly.

The former king of a thousand armies, Jiro Hashimoto, of the Japanese Marine Corps, became a feast for Amazonian crocodiles.