There was no reaction time at all, and I jumped up directly under the conditioned reflex, as if there was a group of poisonous snakes under my feet. But when I jumped, I regretted it, and no matter how high I jumped, I couldn't dodge these grenades. The fuse delay of the M67 grenade is only 4 or 5 seconds, and these grenades will explode after a few jumps, the problem is that it is useless to lie on the ground, there are too many grenades, the house is too small, as long as there is death and life in this house.

The two people who worked with me jumped in the air and shouted, it should be Burmese, I don't understand, but they are very scared. The bald guy and his bodyguard reacted differently, and they rushed straight to the door. As soon as I saw that this was the only way to live, I turned around in the air and prepared to rush out with them. But when I saw the man in black leaning against the door, my heart suddenly cooled.

There was a smoking mine under the creature's feet, and it scared the hell out of it, and it sat on the ground with his legs limp, just blocking the door. I think when I drag him away, the grenade will almost go off, and neither the bald guy nor his bodyguards will have time to run out, and I won't have a chance. Despair welled up in my heart.

The moment my feet hit the ground, a muffled sound came from behind me, and the cabin shook violently. What the hell, it's ringing so soon? Isn't the equipment of the US military quite of a quality assurance? I looked back and saw that it wasn't like that, the sound was made by a fat man hitting the wall of the cabin.

The fat man slammed sideways into the plank wall, which he knocked out of a dent, but it didn't break. The fat man clutched his shoulders and rolled over against the wall, letting go of the dent he had hit. In the other direction, Da Zhang was quickly rushing towards the dent that the fat man had hit. The fat man waved his arms at me sharply while letting go of the hollow, and the meaning was obvious, so that I could continue to hit this place with Dazhang and knock out from here.

Look at the skillful way he and Da Zhang cooperated, they had encountered this kind of thing before, at least they had training in this area. I thought that since they could work together so well, Dazhang should have realized that he should have made way for me when he couldn't break through the wooden wall, and I cursed someone in my heart and rushed madly towards the dent.

This tactic can only be figured out by fat people, not to mention those Burmese and bald guys, and I don't think about this idea with my physique. This idea must be guaranteed by sufficient weight and a strong body. Da Zhang is about the same height as me, but he has a much bigger physique than me. At the moment when he was about to hit the wooden wall, he opened his body to one side and pushed his right shoulder forward, and he heard a "click" and rushed out of the wooden house with his body turned sideways.

I didn't close my feet, I didn't even have time to turn sideways, and I rushed out and threw myself into the air. The fat man's speed is not slow, I just lay down and saw the fat man rolling and lying down beside me, the fat man struggled to adjust his posture, I held my head with both hands and shouted at him from the crook of my arm: "Don't roll over, hold your pig's head." ”

Before I could finish my sentence, I heard an earth-shattering bang, and a shockwave that was about to overturn me swept from behind me. I pressed one side of my face against the cold, sticky ground, and through the crack in my arm, I saw a huge black figure flying over my head, and countless sawdust, stone chips, and meat chips flew over me, and some of them were sprinkled on me. The ground shook like a wriggling, and my ears lost hearing in an instant. That's when I remembered that I should open my mouth in this case, and my sluggish brain unresponsively commanded my body to open my mouth, and the mud on the ground trickled down the corners of my mouth and into my mouth. I took two sips.

At this time, the fat man pushed me hard, and I realized that I was not out of danger yet, and I had to run away. When I got up, the wooden house behind me was razed to the ground, and the surrounding twenty meters were full of wood chips and stumps and severed arms. Directly in front of me was a man lying on his stomach with at least seven or eight grenade fragments embedded in his back, and an M16 assault rifle not far in front of him, the barrel of which was bent. It seems that this guy wants to escape through this gap, but unfortunately, he is slow to react.

The fat man ran a few steps and turned back to me and shouted, "Follow me." ”

He must have shouted loudly, I saw that the blood vessels in his neck were bulging. But I argued through the shape of his mouth, and I only had a thunderous voice in my ears, and I couldn't hear anything else.

Da Zhang followed the fat man seven or eight steps, he only had one arm, and his movements were very uncoordinated when he ran, so he naturally couldn't go fast. Although the fat man led the way in front, he seemed to have injured one of his arms when he hit the wall, and he still carried his suitcase and ran like a bear with corn in his hand.

Running away is my forte. I threw off my two long running legs and chased after them. There are obviously no obvious injuries on the body, and running is not affected, but the concussion that has just been better has aggravated again, and every step I take is like being turned over in my brain, and I feel that my brain is rolling in it, and my head hurts to crack. It's better to have a headache than no headache at all. I comforted myself.

Soon I caught up with Da Zhang, and when I overtook him, I saw Da Chang's mouth move a few times, as if he was shouting something, and his expression didn't look like a compliment to me. I ignored him and kept running, and after catching up with the fat man, I asked loudly, "Which way to run?" Where is Kidnapper Liu? ”

I've been lost so long ago that I don't know where I'm running now.

The fat man stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, "Keep running." ”

I heard it, even though it wasn't clear. The fat man was referring to a gentle downward slope, and my hearing gradually began to react as I ran, and the chaotic sound of the village behind me came. Kill their boss, and leave the place leaderless and chaotic. We have to run away before they react, or we're in trouble.

A Toyota SUV sped out of a fork in the road, and the face of the kidnapper Liu was revealed in the rolled open window, and I was relieved that this guy didn't let us pigeon. I ran over, opened the front and rear doors, didn't rush to get into the car, and dragged the fat man and Dazhang into the car before getting into the car last. The door was not closed, and the off-road vehicle sped off.

The first thing the kidnapper Liu said when he saw the fat man was, "Is the nine-headed bird dead?" ”

The fat man sat in the front row, holding his suitcase and said, "The house has been blown to the ground, and you say that he is not dead." ”

The kidnapper Liu slapped the steering wheel excitedly. "Good. I immediately crossed the river and brought the place over. I knew you could do it. After saying that, he laughed.

I already knew that the kidnapper Liu had something to ask for, and he would not help in vain, so I didn't react too much to him when I was so excited that I didn't say a spade, I just rolled him with disdain.

The car quickly got on a road down the Nu River, and the kidnapper Liu had to cross the river from the bridge in front of him, which was his territory. The fat man and I can only go there temporarily, and from there we are borrowing the road to return to China, and we will definitely not dare to stay on this side of the river.

The road is relatively flat, the car is fast, and the kidnapper Liu is very excited, looking at his expression, he is already planning how to grab the turf. Just then, I heard a piercing sound of stray bullets cutting through the air.

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