The surrounding businessmen stood up in shock, came over, and asked for the truth of the matter, the Black Sand Bandits, the number one force in the east of Dahei Mountain, and the Big Black Mountain Iron Rooster Mud Village, adding up to almost 13,400 people, how could they all be dead!

"Say, tell me clearly, what's going on?"

"I don't know, but they're all dead, and the mud village has been set on fire, and it's so miserable that everyone is burned to pieces."

As soon as the merchant's hand loosened, he felt that he suddenly had high blood pressure, and he walked to the edge of the dam dizzily, looked south, looked back at the other merchants, and asked:

"They, are they from the west?"

Only then did the other merchants realize the severity of the problem, if these three people could kill the Black Sand Bandits and burn down the mud village, it would not be a matter of minutes to deal with the other three major forces!

The merchants immediately asked people to report to the three major forces, but before they could be sent out, there was already a "cluck!" from below. Shouts.

When the merchants came to the edge of the dam, they watched the yellow sand rolled up by hundreds of bicycles passing down the slope, followed by a mighty procession of tricycles and donkeys riding upside down, and hurriedly waved their hands and shouted:

"Stop, stop, stop chasing, don't chase!"

Sitting in an open-top tricycle was Su Lifeng, the boss of the Chisha thieves, who saw the merchants above waving at him, still cheering, and hurriedly put on a posture of a general going on an expedition and waved at them.

"Nima, Su Lifeng is a brain-dead, quick, go and inform them!"

Several messengers rushed down on bicycles, but before they could catch up with the team in front, they heard shouts of killing from behind, and a group of bicycle riders with scorpion flags, holding the handlebars in one hand, rushed over with various cold weapons.

"Kill all the crumbs of the red sand, kill!"

The messengers didn't even have a chance to explain, they were smashed in the head with a wooden stick studded with nails, or their heads were cut off by a sharp machete, Su Lifeng glanced back and sneered:

"Stupid Shen Lei, do you know to follow behind? Come on, give them some awesomeness! ”

Su Lifeng is also a handsome young man, I don't know why the bosses of the four major forces in the east of Black Mountain, one is more handsome than the other, plus the dead ghost Wang Ping, they can all be called F4 together.

Those tricycle riders had been guarding both sides of Su Lifeng, and when they saw the red flag on the car of Su Linfeng in the center, they immediately slowed down, and the thirty-five crossbowmen lying on their sides in the tricycle immediately stood up in a half-squat, and the crossbows in their hands were aimed at the Scorpion Gang people who rushed from behind.

"Spread out, spread out! Rush up from the side! ”

Of course, the people of the Scorpion Gang knew the trick of the Red Sand Thieves, and immediately dispersed to both sides, but on the side of the Red Sand Thieves, on the two tricycles, the strong man with a strong body picked up a wooden box from the bucket, and the wooden box tilted down, and a large pile of iron nails, triangle iron, and iron pin slag fell on the road, and the bicycle that rushed over immediately lay down, while the central one stared at the crossbow arrow and was shot three times, and more than 80 people were down.

"Stop!"

A bicycle with a red scorpion banner blocked the way of the white scorpion bikes, shouting:

"The boss has an order, just follow them, don't increase the casualties!"

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"Boss, there's movement ahead!"

A cyclist came back to report, Su Lifeng hurriedly stretched out his hand to let everyone stop, he let the car protrude forward, and followed the cyclist to the mound in front, on the mound, a three-horse lying there, empty on it, with a white marker on the body of the car wrote:

"Don't move, there's a bomb!"

The font is very beautiful, looking at the words, you know that the businessman is right, it is indeed a girl, when I think of the girl, Su Lifeng is a little impatient, how long has I been trapped in the big black mountain, I have seen some women, and it has long made his eagle look boring, the girl is good, it's better to be a Lori, hey, hey.

The surrounding cyclists all smiled bitterly around the car, and some of them were lying on the ground looking at the bottom of the butt of the car, and there was nothing, where did the bomb come from?

"Just kidding! What about the bombs, who has this thing to dominate the Great Black Mountain a long time ago, play this little trick on me, knights, keep going, they don't have a car, they shouldn't be able to run far. ”

Su Lifeng gave an order, and the cyclist began to continue to chase forward, he walked to the side of the three horses and asked his driver to come.

"Try and see if you can move."

"But the boss...... Yes, there are bombs? ”

"Huh?"

Su Lifeng's smiling face reminded the driver of a lot of terrible memories, and he sat on the three horses, twisted the key hanging on it, and the ignition system was fine, but the car just didn't move, unscrewed the open fuel tank behind it, and the driver said helplessly and a little happily:

"Boss, I think I'm out of gas."

"Cut, useless waste, come down!"

"This kind of car is called Sanmazi, and it generally has an auxiliary fuel tank, which is in the ......"

Su Lifeng moved away from the cushion, and with a bang, he saw a ring passing in front of him, and when he looked down, a melon grenade was stuck on the edge of the fuel tank under the cushion, and it was written with a marker next to it:

"Look, you don't believe it? :－D”

"Grass~"

After Su Lifeng spat out the last word, he flew backwards with flames in the explosion.

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"Boss, Su Lifeng is dead!"

When Shen Lei, who was resting for a while on the couch, heard the news, the Chisha thief was already in a mess, he stroked his long black hair, and sat up all of a sudden, his car was a modified eight-person rickshaw, in fact, it was a board car and eight bicycles assembled, and the board car was equipped with a small room made of foam sandwich steel plates, which was the royal car of Shen Lei, the head of the Scorpion Gang.

Shen Lei opened the curtain made of women's stockings, pushed away the woman who was giving him a, and said to the young man outside:

"Sue the Chisha thieves, I have no grudge against them, get out of the way, we will not blame the past."

The young man was stunned, not knowing what to do, Shen Lei frowned, and scolded:

"Stupid, go and talk to the second leader, he knows how to do it!"

"Yes!"

Shen Lei closed the curtains, scooped the woman over, and played with the plump of her chest, the woman trembled a little, Shen Lei's right hand stroked her smooth back, and said:

"Don't worry, in two days, we'll be able to leave this hellish place."

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"Hmph, it's such a cold day, and let us come out, and the Pope doesn't know what he's thinking!"

A kilometer away from the Scorpion Gang Brigade, a group of white-shirted men were riding bicycles, if you look closely, it is not that their clothes are clean, but that they have just painted a layer of white paint on them.

The one who spoke was a young man in his twenties, who seemed to be the leader of the white-shirted people, and it was rare that there was no wind and frost on his face, but he looked very healthy and ruddy, with two thick eyebrows, and he was very energetic.

Under the white shirt, wrapped in strict animal fur, the Ghost Sect is located in the easternmost part, and it is the only force in the Black Mountain that can eat enough, where rats often come in from the outside world through the Black Mountain, and all of them are hunted and killed by the believers of the Ghost Sect.

"Bishop, it's still a kilometer away from the Scorpion Gang, and the scorpion spirit that came out to probe was caught by us!"

A man in a white shirt came on a bicycle to report the news, and the team of about sixty people in white shirts immediately increased the frequency of pedaling, and soon came to a bend, where a member of the Scorpion Gang was held up by two white-shirted men with spears, and his face was full of fear.

The Ghost Sect has always been a sect that stays at home, they are relatively not short of food, and naturally they will not open their doors to trade with the forces in the west, few people know their internal habits, and it is rumored that these guys **, and they also like to engage in the base.

This member of the Scorpion Gang had a frightened face, and protected his chrysanthemum with his hands, afraid that someone would have messed with him, if it weren't for the fact that the white-shirted man didn't allow him to kneel, he was afraid that he would have kowtowed and begged for mercy at this time.

"My name is Hong Yi, and I am the bishop of the first team of the Ghost Sect, I have a question for you, if you tell me honestly, I will let you go."

"Are you really letting me go?"

"Of course, our God never allowed lying."

"Okay, okay, you ask."

"Well, the information we got is very vague, only that there are two women, an old man, and there is oil on them, right?"

"Yes, they traded a lot of oil in Shuangfen last night, about 100L, in exchange for a lot of food and ammunition."

"Oh, so do you know their vehicles and weapons?"

"I heard from the merchant that it was a three-wheeled agricultural motorcycle, and the weapon seemed to be a shotgun."

Hong Yi nodded, stood up and summed up with the subordinates around him.

"It's not easy to deal with, it seems that the Red Sand Thieves and the Scorpion Gang are not easy to gnaw."

"What, you're scared?"

"Fart, isn't it just two women with an old man, the old man is killed, and the woman stays to give birth."

"What you said seems to be easy, then you go and try!"

"Okay, talk a lot, deal with that person and hand it over to the second team in the back, it seems that more people will die in the front, and it will be another year of harvest of rats."

"Good year, the Pope is above!"

This group of madmen in white clothes suddenly celebrated for some reason, and two people in white shirts came over to set up the members of the Scorpion Gang, and the young man hurriedly exclaimed:

"You said you would let me go!"

"Of course, I not only want to let you go, but also invite you to the Ghost Gate as a guest!"

"Liar, you liar, you cultists, you will ......"

"Click!"

The white-shirted man with a blood-dripping machete walked back and high-fived Hong Yi in celebration.

"Good year, the Pope is above!"

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