"What's going on?"

Zhao Yang's whole person was instantly stunned, although he was blinded by the lights, Zhao Yang could still see that this was an armed force.

Either local security regiments or militia groups, or warlord forces occupying nearby areas.

Now the world is very chaotic, and there are guns everywhere.

Zhao Yang estimated in his heart that nine times out of ten, the loud explosion sound when he went to the tomb just now alarmed the surrounding armed forces, and then he came to wait at the entrance of the thief cave and sit back and enjoy the success!

This is really special, what a twist and turn in life!

"Less...... Master...... Young Master......"

It was at this time that Chen Fuwang's voice was suddenly heard in the distance.

Zhao Yang followed the voice and looked back, and a familiar big fat figure ran over like a pounce, shouting as he ran, and his excited voice even cried.

"Young Master...... You're okay, you're not dead! ”

Chen Fuwang ran to Zhao Yang and stretched out his hand to hug Zhao Yang excitedly.

"it......" Chen Fuwang's recklessness suddenly strangled Zhao Yang and grinned in pain.

"Young Master...... You...... Injured? Where's the injury? Chen Fuwang hurriedly let go, looked at Zhao Yang and said with concern.

"It's not a big problem!" Zhao Yang shook his head, then looked at the hundreds of armed forces around him with guns, and asked, "Fuwang, where are these people coming from?" ”

Chen Fuwang frowned and muttered in a low voice: "They are a nearby warlord, maybe we made too much noise when we bombed the tomb, so we recruited them!" It's not good......"

In the end, Chen Fuwang deliberately suppressed his voice and said a word, which made Zhao Yang realize that he had just escaped from the pit of the dead, and fell into the pit of the living in a blink of an eye......

"Hey, his grandmother's, what are the two of them talking about!"

As soon as Chen Fuwang's words fell, there was another scolding from behind him, and a tall and thin man strode towards Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang glanced at him, he was wearing a yellow military uniform, with a box gun at his waist, a pair of black long leather boots under his feet, and a military hat, under the military hat was a sharp-beaked monkey cheek face, with a mustache, and his two eye sockets were even a little sunken.

This mustache also glanced at Zhao Yang first, and then walked in front of Zhao Yang with a figure-eight step, squinted his eyes, with a bit of yin in his tone, and said coldly: "Boy, the ability is quite big, Lao Tzu has been waiting for you above for a long time, and I thought you died below, do you know whose territory this is?" Fortune came to Lao Tzu's head, do you know how many strokes and strokes of dead words? ”

Zhao Yang looked at the mustache, and a faint light flashed in his eyes, Lao Tzu is not afraid of thousands of years of meat dumplings, can he still be afraid of you?

"Hey, talking to you, you're stupid, aren't you?"

At this time, the mustache reached out and poked at Zhao Yang.

At this moment, Zhao Yang quietly grabbed the arm that the mustache stretched out, folded it around his neck for half a circle, and took out a corpse nail from the backpack with the other hand at the same time and put it on the mustache's throat.

"Don't move! Who dares to try it, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will poke him to death with a nail! ”

Zhao Yang's attack speed was extremely fast, so everyone was stunned in an instant, and no one thought that under the threat of hundreds of guns, Zhao Yang actually captured their commander!

This mustache turned pale with fright, because the sharp corpse nail was pressed against his throat, and even made him feel that the cold nail had pierced the skin of his throat, and there was a stinging pain, if this nail went down, I am afraid that he would definitely die!

"Don't move...... Don't move...... Don't move...... "The mustache instantly froze, and his voice trembled a little as he raised his hands.

This product actually knows that he is afraid, and he is afraid!

"Brother, don't be stupid, you both have to stay here to bury me when I die, I can't do it, I really can't do it, let's talk about it if you have anything to ......say."

The mustache stiffened, and his voice was even deliberately pinched, for fear that the Adam's apple would be too big and the nails would be pierced a little deeper when he spoke.

"Now that I know I have something to say, did you talk so well just now? Do you think our brothers are afraid of death when they do this? Zhao Yang squinted his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, with a calm smile.

"Brother, his life is not so valuable!"

That is, as soon as Zhao Yang's words fell, a deep voice suddenly came from the crowd, and there was a little smile.

Zhao Yang suddenly perked up, and then looked towards the crowd, only to see a burly, middle-aged man in his forties, also wearing a yellow military uniform, with an obvious scar on his bronze face, from the temple to the jaw, it looked like he was not an ordinary person.

"Dashuai, Dashuai save me...... Dashuai save me ......"

The mustache that was held hostage by Zhao Yang saw this scarred face and hurriedly shouted.

Handsome?

Zhao Yang frowned slightly, and secretly felt that it was not good, he had held a minion hostage for a long time, and this is still a fart?

Scarface, who is known as the handsome, glanced at the mustache at this time, and scolded instead: "Let your mother be arrogant every day, do you know what hard stubble is this time?" Your little life is in the hands of others, how can I save you? If you don't want to die, you ask this Yuan Liang, how did you offend this Yuan Liang just now, then how to apologize to this Yuan Liang quickly! ”

"Fuck me down!"

Scarface shouted again, and everyone put down the gun pointed at Zhao Yang one after another.

When Zhao Yang saw this situation, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "This ...... What is this operation? ”

This scar-faced warlord marshal calls himself 'Yuan Liang' in a black phrase in the tomb robbery business, could it be that he is a group of peers?

At the same time, although the mustache that was held hostage by Zhao Yang was full of reluctance, after all, his life was held in Zhao Yang's hands, so he could only wrinkle his face bitterly, and his arrogant and domineering face suddenly changed three hundred and sixty degrees, and he begged Zhao Yang for mercy: "Big brother, master...... Uncle, I was wrong, just now my mouth was too stinky, my dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth, you don't remember the villain...... Just because I'm a stinky shit, let me go? ”

Regarding the mustache's begging for mercy, the warlord Marshal was silent, with an expression on his face that he wanted to kill and kill Zhao Yang.

This time can make Zhao Yang difficult, if he really kills, maybe he and Chen Fuwang will both have to eat guns.

If you let it go like this, then you won't have any hostages in your hands.

But then again, the hostage in my hand is just a minion, and it's not worth anything at all!

Finally weighing left and right, Zhao Yang put down the corpse nail in his hand and kicked at the mustache's ass to vent his anger.

The mustache was directly kicked by Zhao Yang and eaten, and rolled on a donkey on the ground.

Seeing this, the scar-faced warlord marshal laughed loudly: "This Yuanliang, my adjutant was offended a lot just now, please bear with me, bear with me!" ”

"Let me introduce myself first, my surname is Jin, look at the scar on my face, the iron hook pierced from the cheek to the skull and didn't die, after the fight, I changed my name, called Jin Wusheng! Now this life is borrowed from Lord Yama! ”