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The freezing time is only half a second. Standing next to the truck, 1A7489 reiterates the order:

"Move the boxes."

The voice is very flat, the lesson is very profound, and the consequences of continuing to delay time are terrible!

As if being struck hard by an invisible whip, the six of them hit the spirit at the same time, quickly twisted their heads, and quickly pounced on the side of the box.

"One...... Two...... Three...... ......"

As soon as the box left the ground, Brother Huang's arm immediately burst into green tendons.

Not so lucky.

Frightened by 1A7489's repeated commands, Brother Huang and the three of them moved too fast to care about choosing a box, so they directly chose the heaviest large wooden box full of bullets.

Standing on one side with the pumpkin, Brother Huang raised his head slightly, and looked at Dongzi who was holding alone on the opposite side with a little worry: "Can you resist?" ”

"Yes, it's a little heavy, but it's okay."

The three of them moved sideways, Dongzi frowned slightly, his steps were a little hurried, and his voice was a little hurried.

"Well, slow down......" Brother Huang nodded, quickly looked at Wu Xiaoyu's face, and then said, "...... Slow down and don't rush too much......"

When the two exchanged sad faces, the young man standing next to him had already gasped, and his face was full of horror, not knowing that his mouth was too wide and filled with a lot of dirt that had fallen from the tip of his nose.

Oh, my God! What kind of people are these!

The young man's mind was left with only this thought in an instant, and he even forgot that he was in great danger as a captive.

His level of education was no different from that of other arms dealers, and he did not know the unit of measurement "ton".

However, for the weight of the large wooden box, compared to the simple, cold figures, young people are much more impressed.

It comes from hands-on experience.

The young man knew very well that carrying these large wooden boxes full of weapons or bullets would be an extremely troublesome, if not enormous, task for his organization:

Every time this kind of project is started, the participating partners do not have to do anything all morning, they can rest for half a day, and then have a full meal at noon. After resting, another special person commanded the large wooden box to cover many wooden and iron tools, and at this time, the participating partners often crowded all the places that could stand next to the wooden box.

When the transportation officially began, following the number shouted by the commander, the partners moved step by step, striving forward, and each person's shoulders were holding a flat shoulder that had been pressed out of an astonishing amplitude; Everyone's face was full of distorted expressions and dense sweat. In just a few tens of meters away, the partners often have to walk for several minutes, when they arrive at the ground, look back, every inch of the ground has left wet traces, no one is not like prostration, trembling all over, must rest for half a day, in order to breathe again, replace another group of rotating partners.

It's so hard, it's so hard, but young people have never resisted such a task before. After all, participating in the work of carrying wooden boxes, in addition to an additional reward, itself represents one's own strength in the upper reaches of the partners.

However, seeing with his own eyes that three men who were only a few points taller than him, without any preparation, without the help of any tools, with two arms, they could lift the big wooden box in one go, move forward calmly, and their faces were not red or panting, and the only reaction was only a complaint of "a little heavy".

At this moment, the young man's heart was faintly proud of his strength, and he was all shattered by the scene in front of him.

"Ah......h

Just as he was shocked, the young man who was standing still suddenly felt a huge force behind him, pushing him forward.

The young man was startled, and the fate of his companions a few minutes ago came into his mind, and immediately, he waved his hands wildly, and opened his mouth to scream miserably.

Before the screams were finished, the young man had fallen back to the ground, and he groped his body up and down in horror: the internal organs were still in his body, his legs and feet had not yet separated, and his head was still attached to his neck. The young man breathed a little relief and gasped for breath before noticing that his face was sticky, stained with snot, sweat, and tears.

"Lead the way!"

Hearing this low shout from an unknown box bearer, the young man finally came back to his senses in an instant, and hurriedly ran to the front to lead the way, not daring to think about it anymore.

Just kidding, how much is the difference between trying to escape under the noses of such a leader, such a subordinate, and committing suicide?

The trading venue is some distance from Wu Xiaoyu's heavy truck, and it takes some time to carry the wooden box.

After running back and forth four times, only the last box remained, and everyone was already in the dense rainforest, shuttling for about an hour.

This slightly long period of travel should have been ordinary for young people who were born and raised in the land of Hailuo and had long been accustomed to drilling around in the jungle.

However, at this moment, the young man grabbed the truck trailer with his hands weakly, gasping for breath.

The strenuous exercise slightly suppressed the fear of the future. The young man actually had the leisure to find that the bodies of the six men were made of something, and in the process of moving the box, this group of monsters gradually became accustomed to this kind of intense work, as if they were becoming less and less tired, and they carried the box like a fly, one step at a time, forcing themselves to fly like rabbits.

Only one last trip remains.

In the last box, 1A7489 ordered Brother Huang, Dongzi and Pumpkin to carry it, leaving Brother Yang and the three of them behind.

This kindness quickly made Brother Yang, Lao Hu, and Xiao Luo pay enough price.

They had to go around collecting all the items left behind by the arms dealers.

Yes, all items.

Weapons, ammunition, daggers, wallets, everything.

The three lucky gentlemen had to take off the badly deformed rings from their stiff and cold fingers; I had to help the corpses that were half missing, and take off the blood-soaked clothes; I had to pull out the rifle that had been stuck in the mud from my slimy intestines.

The work content is extremely disgusting.

What's even more disgusting is that being watched by 1A7489's gentle and calm gaze, Brother Yang, Lao Hu, and Xiao Luo have to maintain extremely high work efficiency.

During the busy period, Xiao Luo even automatically ran back to the place where the skirmish had just taken place, killing himself in seconds, as well as the three arms dealers tortured and killed by Huang Ge and Dongzi, and also stripped them clean.

When Xiao Luo returned with a large pile of clothes and stuffed another big box that he found out of nowhere, Brother Yang's old Hu gradually searched for the side of a jeep.

"Huh......"

Unintentionally looking up, Brother Yang was stunned to see that in the driver's seat of the jeep, a gentleman was lying and sitting comfortably with his legs flat.

"FBI ......" Lao Hu also raised his head and saw the FBI agent in the jeep, and he immediately asked in surprise: "Why are you sitting here?" ”

"How am I sitting here?"

Antares repeated it in a strange tone, and then said as a matter of course, "I've been sitting here all along." ”

"But...... But...... But ......"

Lao Hu's head was a little confused, "But" for a long time, he didn't know how to speak for a while, Brother Yang had already asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Antares, you are sitting here, and no one is attacking you?" ”

"No......" Antares shook his head, "at least two gentlemen who once tried to hurt me. ”

Lao Hu immediately asked, "How did you deal with it?" ”

"Deal with?" Antares shook his head again: "I didn't deal with ......"

Lao Hu was about to continue to ask questions, but Antares had already spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and then pointed to the other side of the jeep, as if with some regret, and said: "When I wanted to deal with them, they didn't need them anymore. ”

"No ...... required"

Lao Hu frowned, and following the direction pointed by Antares, he walked around the jeep and walked to the other side, and immediately saw two corpses with an irregular hollow in each head.

"This is ......" squatting next to the corpse, Lao Hu's face was solemn and his eyebrows were deeply locked.

"Stones." Antares said.

"Stones?" Facing Brother Yang and Lao Hu, who turned their heads, Mr. FBI nodded and smiled kindly.

There was no need for more explanation, Brother Yang and Lao Hu were speechless, and the general situation at that time appeared in their minds: Antares slowly and leisurely climbed into the jeep, and the two arms dealers were about to raise their guns and shoot them, but they were immediately killed by stones flying in the air.

"Ann ......"

Brother Yang looked up again, and the situation in his eyes made him immediately forget the question he wanted to ask.

In the driver's seat of the jeep, perhaps because of a few more words, Antares slowly propped himself up and changed his position, revealing a few ordinary plastic lockets beside him.

Brother Yang could see at a glance that the rough box was empty, but the bottom of it was still a little golden and greasy, and there were some fresh rice and vegetables on the edges.

In an instant, the difficulty of holding back his saliva made Brother Yang, who had eaten all the delicious food, unable to spit out any syllables.

"Mr. Antares......"

At this moment, Lao Hu immediately remembered the name of the FBI, he pointed to the plastic locket, and said in a slur manner: "This...... This ......"

"This? I'm sorry, dear Mr. Hu......" Antares pointed to the food box, spread his hands again, and said very regretfully: "You have to understand, I have been sitting here for a long time......"

Brother Yang and Lao Hu looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Look at Antares' comfortable posture at this time, look at the clean food box next to Antares, look at the corpse with a flowering head on the side of the jeep, and think that Antares "has been sitting for a long time......

Brother Yang, who ran for his life, fought to the death, worked hard to move boxes, and searched for corpses, instantly had an extremely ridiculous thought:

Perhaps, following Wu Xiaoyu wholeheartedly is a really wise choice.

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