Ye Yu held the flashlight and looked at his favorite Lamborghini with pain, at this time the front of the car had become a 'concave' shape, and the car crashed into a cement pier. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Yu raised the flashlight and shone it on both sides, there was a cement pier every 50 meters, and four rows of steel pipes were connected to the cement pier, which was a simple barrier wall.

Ye Yu turned on the intercom hanging in his ear: "The convoy is off, hidden!" ”

The approaching Harley-Davidson motorcycle team suddenly disappeared into the darkness, and in the quiet night, the team acted as if it had never appeared, which is the quality of the secret force.

The powerful beam of the searchlight hit the Lamborghini, and several armed men with 'M6' rifles ran from the other side of the barrier. They examined the Lamborghini carefully.

"The car cover is hot, and people shouldn't have gone far." A man in a blue turban said, holding a gun in one hand and pressing the lid of a car with the other.

"Third brother, it must be a survivor in exile, leave them alone, let's go back and continue to play mahjong, I just feel like I just came up."

"Huang Mao'er! What did you do? Hurry up, I'm going to paste the cards, you hurry up. ”

"Wait a while, wait a while, I'll pee, and I'll see you paste the cards all night, and I'll have blood in my losing." A young man with dyed yellow hair, with a gun in his arm and a cigarette in his mouth, stood on the side of the road and shouted.

Huang Mao trembled twice, lifted his pants, lowered his head and spit out thick phlegm: "If I don't win it back tonight, I won't call Huang Mao'er." ”

Huang Mao'er trotted all the way and followed the armed men in front.

"Huang Mao'er, I remember you, if I don't have a big mouth to kill you, I won't be called Scarface." Scarface stood up from the grass and said with a fierce look on his face.

Ye Yu patted Scarface's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

In a hidden bush near the highway, except for Murong Xiaoxiao, everyone else covered their noses happily and smiled insolently.

Murong Xiaoxiao held a rag in his hand and carefully wiped his scarface, "I said that you were shot while lying down, don't you believe it?" ”

"What do you believe? He's damn, I can't bear it when he pees on my face, what's the point of spitting, I'm sick to death. ”

Scarface snatched the cloth from Murong Xiaoxiao's hand: "I wipe it myself, her mother, this kid is so hot, this smell of urine, I am dead." ”

Ye Yu was lying on a tree, holding a night vision device in his hand, opposite was 'Qingshui Town', in ancient times, it was a fortress in a small southern country, covering a small area, but guarding the Nanguan Ancient Road, and the geographical location was very important.

The four corners of the fortress are four arrow towers, and on the arrow towers are four high-power searchlights, through the infrared night vision device, Ye Yu saw that there were many shadows on the arrow towers, and there were many people.

Ye Yu climbed down the tree and beckoned to the two commandos of the Wind Group: "You guys go closer and take a look." ”

Early the next morning, Ye Yu and the others had just woken up, and Feng's two commandos had already returned, and there were still dewdrops on their sideburns.

"27 armored vehicles, 276 armed personnel, standard equipment of the active forces of the United States, 20 RPGs, two W95 heavy machine guns, ammunition unknown, more than 2,000 survivors, only adult men and women, no elderly and children."

"No old people and no children?" Ye Yu frowned at the end when he heard this.

"Rest! Scarface, follow me! Ye Yu said while wearing his equipment.

"I'll go too." Tang Yanran picked up the automatic rifle.

"Stand by now!" After Ye Yu finished speaking, he and Scarface disappeared into the bushes.

"Old virgin, my brother doesn't like you, don't you know?" Chu Jingjing ate the canned meat and threw the lid at Tang Yanran's feet.

"Captain, she's still a child!" The members of the wind team rushed up.

Tang Yanran was holding a tactical dagger in her hand, and her chest rose and fell violently.

"People aren't afraid of you, old virgin." Chu Jingjing chewed canned meat and looked like she didn't care.

night

Under the steep slope south of 'Qingshui Town', a man with a blue turban led more than a dozen people to beat a middle-aged man, in addition to the man's wail, there was also the muffled sound of the butt of the gun and the long knife smashing on the person's body, the middle-aged man was covered in blood, the skin and flesh were rolled up and hung on his body, the man with the blue turban slashed at the key point, and the dozen people behind him were also slashing the middle-aged man with red eyes. After beating for more than ten minutes, he stopped, the middle-aged man had already lost his breath, his body was like a bamboo, and he was laying on the ground one by one, and the most infiltrating thing was that the middle-aged man's severed fingers were still twitching slightly.

A woman sat on the ground, crying silently, her voice was already hoarse, and the man who died was her husband.

Crowd lewdness. smiled and surrounded the woman, the woman gave up shouting, just turned her head sideways, looked at her husband beside her sadly, and tears were dripping from time to time in the corners of her eyes...

"Huang Mao'er, you urinate frequently, you can't do anything, you're really a waste."

"I'm peeing, you guys play first, I'll come later." Huang Mao held a cigarette in his mouth and stood under a tree and shhhh

Huang Mao's hand holding the guy shook suddenly, and he held back his breath to listen to the sound behind him.

"I'm grass, don't make trouble, why are you scaring me?" Huang Mao'er stared at the big tree in front of her with a pair of triangular eyes, but she didn't dare to look back.

There was a deathly silence behind him, only the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.

Huang Mao lifted his pants, he pulled the dagger from his waist, rolled his throat up and down a few times, and slowly turned his body.

Huang Mao will never forget this scene, it was a man, the dagger in his hand was still bleeding, and at his feet were more than a dozen corpses with their throats cut, all of them with round eyes, as if they had seen the most terrible thing before they died.

Huang Mao leaned on the trunk of the tree, and just wanted to roar loudly to vent his terrifying emotions, a big fan-like hand directly fanned him and fainted.

Woman on the ground red. Naked, his eyes turned to Ye Yu's face sluggishly like rusty tracks.

Ye Yu squatted down and picked up half of the cigarette that had not been extinguished from the mouth of a corpse.

"Alive... Pretty tired, right? Ye Yu took a puff of his cigarette.

The woman nodded.

Ye Yu finished half of the cigarette in one gulp, threw it at his feet and extinguished the cigarette butt, he squatted down and raised the dagger in his hand...

Huang Mao on the other side was desperate, he didn't understand why, why this person with a scar on his face, one hand covered his mouth, and the other hand rounded his face, this side was swollen, he changed to the other side, two slaps stunned, and one slap woke up again.

Nima will kill if you want to, why are you slapping me silently? Everyone is out to eat, what do you ask you to say, I have to answer all questions, respond to all requests, don't fan endlessly.

Scarface pinched Huang Mao's chin and picked off Huang Mao's eyelids: "Damn, why can't you fan it so much?" I haven't asked you yet? ”

"With your fanning method, you can fan the house down, and then find a living mouth." Ye Yu probed Huang Mao's snort and said helplessly.