The rumbling sound of the helicopter seemed like an illusion to the sky that had been silent for months, and even to Yan Zhen and them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Its appearance made Yan Zhen and the three of them lose their minds for a moment, and Yan Zhen, who was the first to adjust, reminded the two people in the back seat to pay attention that he already had an extra plan in his heart.

The helicopter landed in front of the car, there was still some distance, Yan Zhen secretly prayed, the other party had better not use the exclusive joint method, otherwise he would not be able to do it, and the guy on the helicopter was no better than an ordinary gun.

The two writers in the back seat carried the dead body out of the car, the helicopter did not turn off, and the turbulent air flow of the propeller rolled up the snow on the ground, and the snow particles flew so that people could not open their eyes.

Yan Zhen got out of the car and waved his hand at the helicopter cab, pointing at the person being carried out of the car, and then pointing at his flank.

The pilot in the cockpit beckoned, and Yan Zhen and the two writers walked to the location of the helicopter against the wind, and when they approached, the door of the cabin opened, and there were still four people sitting inside.

The two men near the hatch had guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the black holes were pointed at them.

The four of them wore combat uniforms that resembled American GIs, but none wore helmets, and they were divided by skin color, with yellow, black, white, and brown all occupying.

The guns were pointed at them by Asians, Europeans and Americans, Yan Zhen's English was not very good, and when he was in college, he took the English level 4 test, and the memorized content had already been returned to the teacher.

"If there is danger for a while, you protect me." Yan Zhen said to the two writers next to him as he approached the helicopter.

"Don't worry, Brother Yan, if there is danger, you can withdraw first."

"Yes, we are here, don't worry."

The three of them walked outside the hatch of the helicopter as they spoke, and at this time, they couldn't hear the normal chat, even the shouting couldn't be heard clearly, and only the huge roar of the propeller was left in their ears.

To Yan Zhen's surprise, the young Asian man sitting on the right side of the hatch shouted something in fluent English, and one of the two writers who came with him also answered the question in fluent English.

After listening to the writer's answer, the young Asian looked at the Europeans and Americans sitting across from him, this person must be in his forties, but he was tall and strong, his arms were about to catch up with Yan Zhen's thick thighs, he had short brown hair, and his eyes were gray.

His gaze was calm and deep, sweeping over the three of Yan Zhen, and finally landing on the person carried by the writer, and his gaze only stayed for a second.

Yan Zhenxin said I'm afraid it's over, such people don't know how many dead people they have seen, and they can almost tell at a glance that they are carrying corpses.

Hypnosis is a mental suggestion, although it is also mind control, but it is different from Xiao Qi's direct attack, the difference is that it is subject to many restrictions, such as language!

So Yan Zhen's worries are not unreasonable, if no one in the plane understands Chinese, his hypnotism will not be useful at all.

The eye contact between the Asian youth and the European and American men, and then the European and American men's understatement of Yan Zhen's three people and one corpse, the time was only a few seconds.

But it was a life-and-death contest for everyone present, and the first to make a move was the Asian youth, who raised the muzzle of his gun without warning and aimed it at Yan Zhen is a shot.

This shot was like a battle horn, and the other two people in the cabin also quickly drew their guns and aimed at Yan Zhen, but the guns held by these two people were different.

It seemed to be a tranquilizer gun, and in the flash of light, the writer next to Yan Zhen dodged in front of him, and a bloody flower bloomed on his chest.

His eyes widened in disbelief, as if what was happening at the moment made him unbelievable, and if this shot hit Yan Zhen, it would be fatal, because the person who fired the shot was not aiming at the vital point.

But the writer was short, and the position of the bullet was just fatal, and he collapsed on the snow in a last-second shock.

Yan Zhen seized the time of this second to turn into fine sand, followed by two anesthetic bullets into the snow, the black man who fired the anesthetic bullet cursed, and fired a second shot aimed at the fast-flowing fine sand that escaped.

Fine sand dodged the bullets and burrowed under the snow, and the four men in the helicopter jumped out of the cabin and fired after the drums of snow.

The young Asian man ran a few steps, suddenly turned around and sneered at the writer who was still standing outside the cabin, and then shot him in the head as the other man showed a panicked expression.

His marksmanship was extremely accurate, and he opened a bloody hole in the center of the writer's eyebrows, and then said something in island Chinese, his eyes full of disdain.

After quickly dealing with the 'superfluous people', the youth caught up with the group, but no one noticed, and when everyone left, the snow under the helicopter moved.

On the other side, the Europeans and Americans took the lead in pursuit, and he and the black people behind him, the Asian youth and the brown people, separated by a few meters, carefully and quickly pursued the escaping fine sand.

The speed of fine sand is not fast, similar to that of snakes, this is the conclusion reached by the team of four, and it is also the result of Yan Zhen's hope.

Yan Zhen led the four of them into the cornfield, and the unharvested corn stalks were buried by the university, leaving only half of them exposed, and Yan Zhen drilled into it and divided into four strands.

He felt that it was time for these foreigners to see the charm of idioms, such as what is called "striking the west"!

The sand swimming in front of the four-man squad ran faster, so the four quickened their pace, and the brown man with the tranquilizer gun was slightly behind.

His teammates in front of him didn't seem to care about his condition, staring intently at the drums of snow.

Yan Zhen separated a stream of fine sand and hid under the snow, quietly waiting for three of them to step over, and when the last person stepped on the snow where he was hiding, he immediately got out of the snow, climbed up the body along the man's calves and thighs, and gently flowed into his collar.

The three people in front of him immediately turned around when they heard the screams of their teammates, but no one went over to check what had happened to him, and the Europeans and Americans ordered the Asian youth to stay, and he and the black man continued to chase after the fine sand.

Yan Zhen was finally relieved to see them assign tasks like this, and he was afraid that they would stop or cancel their actions.

His purpose was to catch them alive, and if the four of them were always together, he would definitely scare them if they were to do it at the same time, and if someone shot each other, he would have lost all his efforts.

Yan Zhen just blocked the brown man's airway and stunned him, but he didn't expect that the Asian youth who stayed behind saw the Europeans and Americans walking away and raised their guns to shoot their comatose teammates.

Yan Zhen rushed out before he could do anything, and the fine sand wrapped around his wrist holding the gun, only to hear a 'click', the pistol fell to the ground, and the Asian young man howled heartbreakingly.

Soon the screaming stopped abruptly, and his screams did not call back his teammates in front of him, which also gave Yan Zhen a general understanding of how these people get along, they only have tasks in their eyes, and nothing else.

Yan Zhen picked up the tranquilizer gun on the ground, fainted and died in the snow, he waited in place with the gun, because the part of the body responsible for leading away the Europeans and Americans was turning back with them.

And when the Europeans and Americans and blacks turned back, they saw a cloud of fine sand in the shape of a hand, holding a tranquilizer gun in their hands! (To be continued.) )