You need to be very careful when dealing with people, and you need to be extremely cautious when dealing with foreign devils. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

My grandfather taught me not to trust strangers easily, and although the reality is not as dangerous as he thinks, I will still be cautious and cautious with everyone.

In the ghost castle, this Englishman, who appeared to be as polite as a gentleman, tricked me into a secret room and tried to stun me with incense, and I saw through it and captured him.

"The upper errand spares his life, the little one's name is Hans, and the upper errand spares his life!" The ghost named Hans begged for mercy.

Still not daring to let my guard down, I grabbed the silver needle and pressed it against his neck and asked, "Where is the treasure hidden?" Take me there! Hans hesitated, and I immediately stabbed the silver needle in my hand into the major artery in his neck.

I don't know if my ghost needle is effective against the spirits of foreign devils, but Hans quickly gave in and said, "You're not a monk, I won't let you take things with you!" ”

"This was not your thing in the first place, and now it is just to return it to its original owner, are you still insisting on refusing to return it?" I showed him.

Hans responded: "The owner of these treasures is not me, but neither is you, and even if you kill me, I will not give them to you!" ”

He was a little impatient with his stubbornness, so he said, "Now that the owner of the treasure has chased after him and asked for it, you should return it, right?" ”

This guy actually said cheekily: "Really? Since the creditor comes to ask for it, let him come to me! ”

I didn't have time to talk to this scoundrel anymore, so I kept piercing the needles in my hand into Hans's acupoints, and with his screams, I had exhausted the needles in the acupuncture bag.

The door to the secret room is slammed open, and a strong man in an orange maintenance man wearing an engineering hat enters, followed by a group of teenagers who kill Matt.

The teenagers whistled, dressed in fancy dresses, dyed their hair in colorful colors, and had tattoos on their arms and necks, and some even had tattoos on their faces.

I pulled out the Desert Eagle and warned the uninvited guests: "Get out of the way or I'll shoot him!" ”

The group continued to whistle and shout, and the brawny man in the engineering hat waved his bucket-thick arm to signal them to shut up and exit first.

Taking Hans hostage, I slowly exited the secret room and came to the outside of the corridor, where the space was narrow and the way out was completely blocked by the other party. But I can see the night sky, so I don't worry anymore.

These Matt-killing teenagers are staring at my every move, and they have even pulled out the dagger and are ready to attack me.

I immediately summoned my day-to-day mount, rolled over and mounted, pulled Hans on the back of the mount, and pulled the trigger with my pistol in the sky.

The sound of gunfire did not stop the group of killers, but my daily mount had already rushed towards the outside of the road, and even knocked the strong men who were blocking the way into the air, stepped over these young men who killed Matt, and rushed out of the road and came to the castle.

The castle was full of shadows, it seemed that there were lonely ghosts everywhere, and I looked at my watch again, it was almost five o'clock, and time was really running out.

I drove up the stone steps to the top of the castle wall, snatched it out of it in one lunge, and then drove back down the desert to the snowy peaks.

I looked back at the city behind me with the roar of locomotive engines, and when I looked back, I saw a row of huge Harley-Davidson motorcycles with their headlights on, the throttle booming, and the stainless steel exhaust pipes emitting large sparks.

The door to the castle opened, and a Humvee sped out, machine-gun bullets whizzing at me.

Day by day, I lowered my body and avoided the bullets.

The Harley-Davidson in the back rushed out of town, increased the throttle in the desert, followed the Humvee, and chased after me.

I had to twist my neck to look behind me to see what was going on, and the Hummer Jeep and Harley were not slow, they seemed to be faster than the day-to-day mount under my crotch.

I have to stop these pursuers, or I won't be able to get out of this desert alive.

I quickly turned on the back of the Chase and held Hans in front of me, gripped the Desert Eagle and began to return fire.

But I was running out of bullets in the magazine, so I aimed at the driver in the Humvee and pulled the trigger.

The ghost bullet in the chamber of the gun was shot, but was blown open by the front windshield of the Humvee.

"Could it be that the Humvee is equipped with bulletproof glass?" I was a little surprised, Hans had already been shot several times, I ignored him, raised my gun and continued to shoot at the teenagers on the Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

However, these teenagers are more skilled in driving, and when they see the bullets coming, they immediately turn sideways and even speed their motorcycles against the desert ground to avoid stray bullets.

The bullets in my pistol were limited, and after a few misses, I became depressed.

The speed of the other party continued to increase, and the bullet whistled at me again, almost touching my body. The teenager on the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Matt, who didn't carry a firearm, threw a Molotov cocktail at me with a molotov cocktail.

A Molotov cocktail smashed into Hans, and the flames burst into flames.

I immediately dropped Hans off his back and continued to raise my gun to return fire, a bullet hitting my right cheek and I felt a burning pain in my face.

No, I had to get rid of these guys, and in the rush of the day, I switched positions again, directing the day by day to flee into the oasis in front of me.

There is a lake the size of a basketball court in the oasis, and I rushed into the lake day by day without hesitation, and then lurked under the surface. Fortunately, my soul didn't have to breathe, but I was wrapped in the cold water of the lake, and there was still a trace of fear in my heart.

The Humvee and the group of Mart-killers also chased to the lake, and soon surrounded the lake.

Unless I stay at the bottom of the lake, I'm still going to die.

The young man who killed Matt couldn't wait, so he took out his fishing fork, took a deep breath at the lake, jumped into the lake, and began to search around.

I still had a way to get out, so I took out the conch shell and asked for Xiao Luo's help.

The conch shell didn't get bigger, but I and I got smaller day by day, and we were enveloped in the conch shell. It was pitch black in the field of vision, but Xiao Luo blocked the exit with a thin film.

I felt the conch shells moving rapidly, and when I closed my eyes, I saw that the group of Killer Mates had jumped into the lake, carefully searching for my tracks.

When I came back to the lake, I asked for directions to the campsite.

I hurriedly looked around, and then these were in the right direction, and the conch protected me as I swam towards the snowy peak.

The conch is not slow to swim in the water, but it becomes slow when it reaches land.

Taking advantage of the fact that the strong man and the driver in the Humvee did not pay attention to the lake, I looked in the direction of the conch shell, quickly summoned the daily mount, and rushed forward alone with a fierce lunge.

When this group of pursuers first understood, this guy couldn't help crying.

Carrying me out of the lake day by day, and continued to run in the direction of the snow peak, the strong man immediately ordered the driver to turn the head of the car and launch a pursuit of me, and the bullets flew past my ears with a whistling bullet.

Day by day he didn't pay attention to me, but he was used to running wildly.

The pursuit of the other party refused to relax, and my mount slowed down again, and suddenly a stream of quicksand appeared in front of me, and with a long hissing sound from day to day, a vertical leap, it galloped through the swirling socket.

I grabbed the reins of my horse in an attempt to shake off the "tails" behind me.

The Humvee chased after it without hesitation, but immediately fell into the quicksand, and the car was too heavy, and when the Killer Boy came on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, the Humvee was already sinking into the quicksand.