The man who hid in the night and attacked from the sky failed to catch Marx, but instead caught the blue-haired Ranki, who pushed Marx away.

At this time, the team members reacted, and immediately some team members turned their guns and aimed them at the enemy who was rushing into the sky.

And this person saw that he had caught the wrong person, and wanted to continue to arrest Marx, the leader of this group of red satin troops.

But after Marx was pushed away by the blue-haired Lanki, he also reacted immediately, rolling forward and distancing himself from this person.

Seeing that this man couldn't catch Marx, he was also pointed at gunpoint, trapped the blue-haired Lanqi with his arm, took her hostage, blocked her in front of him, aimed at the muzzles of those aimed guns, and used Lanqi as a shield.

"Don't even move! Don't shoot! Marx got up from the ground and said loudly to prevent the gun from going off.

"Check to see if there are any enemies." Marx's eyes were glued to the team as the man holding the blue-haired Lanki hostage.

After careful inspection by the team members, there are no more hidden enemies around, and all the enemies are here.

Marx looked at the group of people, looked at the team members who were knocked down by this group, and after inspection, the team members who were knocked down did not die, they were just dizzy.

This characteristic made Marx confirm that this group of people should be the target of their mission, and they were also the people who attacked the station last night.

"You're supposed to be their boss, right?" Marx's gaze swept over the group, and finally froze on the man who grabbed the blue-haired Lanki as a hostage.

There were fourteen of them in total, and the clothes on their bodies, and the characteristics of their faces and skin, it could be seen that this group of people lived in this area.

And from the reactions and attitudes of those who were surrounded by the team, it was easy to tell that the man holding the blue-haired Lanki was their leader.

This man is different from others, his figure is not so thin, but very powerful, with obvious muscle lines, darker skin, the color of coffee, a resolute face, and no smile, giving people the feeling of a Shaolin monk.

At this time, this person was holding the blue-haired Lanqi tightly, vigilantly looking at the team members surrounding him, his eyes scanning around, as if looking for a way to escape.

Marx ignored Marx about his culture, as if he did not bother to talk to Marx.

Occasionally, his eyes swept over Marx, revealing undisguised anger and disgust, as if Marx had done something that angered people.

Marx frowned, tested the combat effectiveness of this group, and not only showed a stunned expression.

I saw that the combat effectiveness of the group of people surrounded by the team members was between eight or nine points on average, and Marx's combat strength so far was just over seven points.

And what surprised Marx even more was that the man who had grabbed the blue-haired Lanki, the leader of this group, Marx couldn't test the combat effectiveness of this person.

Like the Tyrannosaurus rex test at that time, the Marx test tested the man's combat effectiveness, there was no specific value, and only the color was fed back.

At that time, the result of testing the Tyrannosaurus Rex was a red red, and the man's combat power showed a pale yellow color.

"Pale yellow and bright red, that is, his combat power is above mine, but it is far inferior to the Tyrannosaurus rex...", Marx thought to himself.

"What are we going to do?" While Marx was thinking, Rollin came over and asked Marx.

If there are no hostages in this group, it will be easy to do it, just shoot and break out.

But they have hostages on their hands, it's still blue-haired Lanki, which is very troublesome, everyone likes Lanqi with blue hair and doesn't want to hurt her.

And at this time, the captain needs to come forward and make decisions with ideas.

"Let's not act rashly, he dares to take Lan Qi as a hostage..."Marx whispered.

In Marx's tone, there was no worry, but a feeling of schadenfreude and pity for the other party.

"You let the hostages go, I'll let you go," Marx stepped forward and said to the man.

While speaking, Marx glanced at the blue-haired Lanqi, the two often get along together and are very familiar with each other, seeing Marx's eyes, the blue-haired Lanqi immediately understood and understood what Marx meant.

"Wait, wait!" And at this moment, an old voice sounded.

I saw the village chief running to this side panting with a cane and with the support of the villagers.

"Little military master, wait a minute, don't shoot... Ahem," shouted the village chief as he ran in this direction.

"Village chief, why are you here, your health is not well, you have to lie in bed to recuperate." Marx was surprised.

Not only Marx, but the man who was holding the blue-haired Lanki also showed a surprised expression when he saw the village chief running over.

"Ahh At this moment, Lan Qi, the blue-haired Lan Qi, who was grabbed by the man, sneezed violently, her hair instantly changed from blue hair to blonde, her body became taller, the lines of her muscles became obvious, and at the same time, the expression on her face, that touch of gentleness was gone, and there was a trace of fierceness.

"Huh?" Lan Qi's change made the man come back to his senses and make a puzzled sound, very strange, what he was holding was obviously just a little white rabbit, how could it be that in the blink of an eye, a sneeze turned into a tiger with hanging eyes and blue forehead.

"How dare you catch the old lady?" The blonde Lan Qi appeared, looking at her situation, and raised her eyebrows.

'Poof! The man was still surprised by the change in Lanki, when he saw that the blonde Lanqi waved her arm back very decisively and hit the man's abdomen with her elbow.

The man was in pain, took half a step back and bent over, his arms slightly relaxed.

"Hah!" The blonde Lan Qi grabbed the man's arm with both hands, bent her legs, leaned forward sideways, screamed, and threw the man out with a hard over-the-shoulder fall.

'Bang! The man slammed to the ground, but was not heavily injured.

As soon as he was about to get up, he saw a pair of military boots appear in front of him, raised his head, and a dark muzzle was aimed at his head, which made him cold, and he immediately froze there, and his body still maintained the posture of getting up from the ground.

"Master Namu!!" The group of people who were surrounded, seeing this, all shrank their pupils, and shouted in surprise, wanting to save the man.

'Bang bang! As soon as they made a move, they immediately pulled the trigger and opened fire.

The bullets landed on the ground in front of them, stirring up debris and reminding them of what it was like to be surrounded prisoners, unable to protect themselves, let alone save them.

"Don't move, I'm going to shoot." Marx said to the man named Namu on the ground.

'Click...' said Marx, and with his thumb he opened the safety of the gun, making a crisp sound.