Simon walked down the hillside, and had just walked far before he encountered Cassimo hiding at the edge of the forest.

Cassimo and his gang transferred boxes of treasure and hid them in the mountains.

They hid all the chests in the cracks of the stones, and then covered them with stones and dirt, a total of more than ten chests, which was only a small part of all the treasures, and they could have salvaged more if the oxygen tanks had not been exhausted.

After a busy work, everyone was tired enough, and one by one they were panting like cattle.

"Are we just hiding the treasure here? Aren't there still enemies on the mountain? What if I find it? "A pirate suddenly came up with an idea.

"yes, what if I find out?"

"So what do you think? How far can we move so many things? You also know that there are people in the mountains, and we are moving things on the beach as live targets, and now we hide the treasure here, and if they don't see it, it's better, and if they do, and they have an idea of the treasure, we can still ambush them, understand? Marceau couldn't wait to explain.

However, his explanation did not satisfy the remaining three pirates.

"Marceau, you're saying this to yourself, aren't you?" A black pirate stepped forward.

The other two pirates also stood up.

"What are you going to do?" Marceau took a step back and immediately drew his pistol.

"Don't move!" The black man also quickly pulled out his gun.

Cassimo reacted extremely quickly and pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the black man.

The five were split into two parts in an instant.

"Mr. Brigadier General, we don't have any other requirements, now there are a few of us, we don't want to fight with others, we only take a part of these treasures that belong to us, isn't it too much?"

The black man held up the gun and his eyes fell on the box.

Yesterday they had a dozen or so people.

These people have no problem protecting themselves.

But Quasimo had to capture the general, resulting in heavy losses, and now there were only five men left.

There was no one left, and Quasimo still wanted to guard these treasures.

It never occurred to them to give everyone a share, which made the pirates extremely dissatisfied, so they staged a mutiny, took the things and ran away.

"Put down your gun, do you hear it, I order you to put down your gun!" Casimo roared loudly.

"It's you who should put down your gun, boss." Marceau's muzzle suddenly turned on Casimo.

Quasimo turned his head to look at Marceau in surprise.

"Marceau, are you going to betray me?"

"I'm sorry, boss, I can't accept your arrangement, we can't afford it, and I also think they are right, these things belong to all of us, and they should be shared together."

The three pirates were stunned.

They didn't expect Marceau to be on their side at a critical time.

"Okay, Marceau, I really misjudged you."

"You're too self-righteous, so you'd better be quiet at this point." Marceau glanced sideways at the three pirates. "What are you doing? Open the box. ”

The three pirates reacted and quickly turned around to open the box.

The next second, Marceau suddenly turned his gun on the three pirates.

"Bang ......"

After a few gunshots, all three pirates fell to the ground, and they were killed instantly.

By the time Cassimo reacted, the fight was over.

He looked at Marceau with some astonishment.

"Boss, didn't scare you, did you? If I don't, we're all going to die here. Marceau stepped forward and examined the bodies of the three pirates, all three dead, all shot in the back, and the two guys died on the chest.

Looking at Marceau's back, Casimo thought of Marceau holding a gun to his head just now.

This time he didn't kill himself, so what about next time?

Thinking of this, Cassimo's hand reached for his lower back.

"Smack!"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet almost hit Quasimo's hair, and the frightened Quasimo immediately hid.

Marceau, too, was startled and turned around and cowered behind the box.

Quasimoca made a gesture from a dead end, this shot coming from the woods above Marceau's head, and it was quite close.

The expressions of the two of them were a little serious, could it be that the sniper came down again just now?

Simon is not a modern man after all, his understanding of guns is much lower than that of a bow and crossbow, if he uses a bow, he will definitely succeed, but after the previous battle, his bow and steel crossbow have no arrows, and the only long-range weapon that can be used is this gun.

Portman's gun was tuned exactly according to his habits, and neither the crosshair nor the recoil could be grasped casually by Simon.

A shot missed, Simon revealed his location.

He hurriedly moved a little to the side.

For a veteran of many battles, as long as the opponent has any abnormal movement, he can accurately judge the other party's thoughts and intentions.

Casimo made a gesture to Marceau to surround from the right side, and Marceau immediately understood and made an OK gesture.

When everything was ready, Quasimo jumped out from behind the rock, picked up his gun, and fired at Simon's hiding place.

Almost at the same time, Marceau rushed into the woods from one side.

The two sides saw each other at the same time, and raised their guns at the same time, and for a while the gunfire was loud, and the bullets were flying, after all, Masoo was holding a pistol, and shooting with a rifle naturally could not take advantage, but he was extremely experienced in combat, and he was more than one person.

The encounter gave Cassimo a chance to get close, and he burst in from the front, and seeing Simon get to his feet, it was immediately a round of strafing.

Simon had to dodge, but Marceau quickly got up and walked through the bushes to Simon, raised his pistol and fired.

After experiencing the impact of the previous explosion, Simon's brain was still not particularly clear at this time, and his movements were not stretched, and he couldn't dodge if he wanted to, so he could only roll on the spot and get up at the same time to fight back.

During the battle, Marceau's pistol ran out of bullets first, and he didn't hesitate to pull out his dagger, find a gap, and jump out and kill it.

Simon leaned back to shoot, but how could Quasimo give him this opportunity.

With another shuttle of the gun, Simon's neck shrunk, he was shot in the wrist, and the rifle fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Marceau immediately swung his dagger and killed him, like a hungry tiger pounced, and the sharp dagger went straight to Simon's throat.

Simon, who fell to the ground, raised his leg and kicked Marceau out of the air, pulled out his dagger, turned and ran.

Although he was fast enough to disappear from Casimo's field of vision in the blink of an eye, his movements were too big, and the rattling sound completely revealed his position, and Casimo quickly turned the muzzle of his gun to predict Simon's position and fired again.

This time he got his hands on it again.

Simon was shot in the right leg and fell to the ground. 8090 Chinese

The bullet completely shattered his leg bone, and sharp bone spurs pierced through the muscles.

He hid sideways in the bushes, holding the dagger and not moving.

You can't run away.

Today I can only fight to the death.

Moving in parallel with Massimo, Casimo walked slowly.

The two men appeared in Simon's field of vision, and Simon targeted Cassimo, who was the most dangerous with a gun in his hand.

Once the battle plan was decided, Simon tightened his grip on the dagger and clutched a wine bottle in his hand.

Cassimo was very cautious, moving with a very small stride, almost inch by inch.

Simon's breath was completely gone.

That's when Cassie found a trail of blood on a branch.

It was too late, Simon suddenly rushed out of the bushes, and the wine bottle flew towards Casimo first, and Cassimo pulled the trigger without hesitation, but he still subconsciously twisted his head.

Simon was waiting for this opportunity, and at the moment when the wine bottle was thrown, he just relied on the explosive power of his other leg to kick the whole person and jumped.

Casimo turned the muzzle of the gun and fired.

The bullet went into Simon's body, but he was also stabbed through the heart by Simon.

Both fell to the ground at the same time.

Marceau rushed to help.

Simon, who had been shot several times, actually climbed up with his support for the trunk of the tree, his whole body was covered in blood, the bullet hole in his chest kept rushing out, and his leg was broken, and he had reached the end of the crossbow.

But there was no weakness in that look.

It's like a stubborn wolf, even if it's dead, it maintains its instinctive arrogance.

Like cannibals.

Can be killed, but never conquered.

Marceau glanced at Cassimo on the ground and stopped.

Quasimo's eyes widened, his breathing became more and more rapid, and blood rushed out of the wound like a ruptured hose.

His heart was punctured, and he would soon die of shock from blood loss.

"Marceau, save me, save me." Stronger than Casimo was afraid of death, he stretched out his hand and kept shouting.

But Marceau didn't say anything, he just looked at it coldly.

There is even some schadenfreude.

He was loyal to Casimo and never said a word to him.

But Cassimo made fatal mistakes one after another, which made Marceau very unhappy, as long as he didn't do it himself, it was not a betrayal, and he also fulfilled his promise.

Cassimo thought that he had taught his subordinates well and did things fairly, but he did not expect to be rebelled, his ideas were too advanced and his ambitions were too great.

If you had retreated at the first time, you would have returned with a full load by now.

And he is ambitious, not only to capture the general but also to eliminate the mercenaries, and arrest Mia to seize Khampa's territory.

The appetite was simply too great, and precious retreat time was wasted for this.

Originally, his plan was perfect, and he had this strength, but people were not as good as heaven, and a monstrous storm completely ruined Casimo's plan.

Strategizing and invincible, Quasimobai is in front of nature.

Later, it was a wrong step and a wrong step, and finally came to this day.

"Marceau, you ......" Casimo despaired.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, his heart was bleeding profusely, and a large amount of blood rushed into his body, clogging his organs.

Simon held the dagger and stared at Marceau, and the look in his eyes scared even the battle-hardened Marceau.

He walked slowly with his dagger, Simon still standing, leaning on the tree, and standing on one leg in the woods.

When Marceau got closer, he realized that Simon had already lost his breath.

Even when he died, he maintained a standing position.

Looking at the complete stranger in front of him, Marceau put down his dagger and exhaled, he drew a cross on his chest and prayed for Cassimo.

"Boss, you go, as for those treasures, they will naturally belong to me."

Marceau turned and walked away.

Simon's body still stands in the woods like a monument.

If civilization wants to force barbarians to submit, then he shows civilization the pride of barbarians.

Out of the woods, Marceau came to the jewels.

Everything was left to him.

This immeasurable wealth is now his.

Marceau couldn't help but laugh out loud with excitement.

"Okay, great, now no one can stop me, mine, it's all mine, it's all mine."

Marceau pushed away the pirate's corpse, picked up a crowbar, and cracked open a chest of treasure, all filled with gold and silver coins that were shining with white flowers.

There were so many of them that Marceau was determined to hide them and dig them up later.

But for safety, he had to carry some with him.

Marceau then pried open two more boxes.

As his crowbar reached into the last crate, he suddenly smelled gunpowder as the lid slowly lifted.

It seems that something is on fire.

When I looked at the box again, I was suddenly distracted, and there was a grenade pressed under the lid, and the grenade's pull ring was nailed to the lid.

This is a trap set by Quasimob to prevent someone from stealing it.

Marceau turned and ran, but it was too late.

With a loud bang, Marceau's upper body disappeared in an instant, turning into minced flesh flying everywhere, leaving only two legs to fall straight down.

A large number of gold and silver coins flew out like flowers, and swooped down on the beach, almost covering the ground.

They belong here, and no one can take them with them.