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The gringos were alert, and after checking our identities, they stopped talking, and then two left, one on the right, followed by two, and followed closely behind us.

It was finally getting dark.

Once dark, the danger of the entire Swamp is tenfold deeper, and even as a zombie, my eyesight will be affected by the fog, let alone humans.

The gringos were obviously highly militarized people, and apparently they also knew that they could not travel at night, so they quickly found a place nearby with a fairly solid ground, took something from their baggage and set it up.

First, he took out a white stone and lit it with a lighter, making a small fire.

Then, a tent was propped up, and a small bottle was taken out and began to apply the mosquito bites on the body.

During the trip, I no longer let the black widow attack the poisonous insects around me, and the breath of these living people is very heavy, so it is inevitable to be attacked, and all the skin exposed to the outside is basically red and swollen to a greater or lesser extent.

An extremely choking smell came from the small bottle, which should be something similar to the wind oil essence.

When doing these acts, several people take turns, one replaces the other, and it seems that there is an orderly and always guarded person.

After doing this, they took the food out of their bags and distributed it to eat.

They are all compressed foods, such as compressed beef, compressed biscuits, etc.

The military advisor originally asked me to find an opportunity to poison him, but these guys even took out that kind of iron can from their side to drink water and drank their own, and they didn't exchange it at all, so they didn't know where to start.

To poison, at most you can poison one person.

I was surprised and was able to pack one, but there were two left.

If you want to talk about the military advisor, I believe that as long as you give her a little time and let her perform her Dao skills, it will be no problem to put down the two of them.

The main thing is that these guys have guns in their hands, and they are submachine guns, and they only need to pull the trigger lightly to kill us, which makes us both throw bogeys.

The lead gringo walked up to us and took out two pairs of shackles:

"Two, I'm sorry, it's dark now, in order to prevent the two of you from escaping, I think you should be imprisoned, don't you mind?"

"Good. The military advisor stretched out his hand very cooperatively and let him be handcuffed.

My gaze fell on the military advisor's face, and her eyelashes fluttered twice, meaning to let me cooperate.

I also stretched out my hand and let them be handcuffed.

"Sir, can you take off your gloves?" asked the gringo, looking at my right hand, which was obviously much stronger than my left, with some alarm.

"He was injured when he was a child, his entire right hand was broken, and now the glove is just a prosthetic leg. The military advisor explained on the side.

When the man heard her say this, he didn't have any doubts: indeed, the right hand was more than twice as large as the left hand, and it was unlikely that the palm of an ordinary person would grow so big.

After we were handcuffed together, the man took out some food and divided it between me and the military advisor.

Then, the four of them began to enter the tent and take turns resting.

The two rested for two hours, and then changed to the other two vigils.

As for me and the military advisor, they didn't care about us at all, they just let us crouch in front of the fire.

The tent was so tight that not even a small mosquito could fly into it.

But when they come to the second round of rotation, the opportunity comes.

I closed my eyes and pretended to take a nap, but my consciousness had shifted to Black Widow's body, and I let him hide in a man's hat and creep into the tent with him.

About half an hour later, when I was sure that the two people in the tent were completely asleep, I immediately ordered the Black Widow to do it.

The Black Widow jumped down and landed on the neck of one of them, opening her mouth to take a mouthful.

With one blow, he retreated, and immediately jumped on top of another person and slammed it into his neck.

These people are worthy of specially trained guys, and the moment the first person was bitten, he immediately reacted, jumped up, and slapped his neck.

However, this was useless, the black widow's toxin attacked instantly, and he didn't even shout, he covered his chest and fell down.

When the other person reacted, he was also bitten in the neck, and before he could scream, he also staggered and fell.

The action inside immediately attracted the attention of two people outside, one of whom opened the tent from the outside and went over to see the situation, and the other was already carrying a gun and aimed it at me and the military advisor.

"Click!"

A faint sound sounded, and the shackles on my wrist were opened.

No wonder the military advisor has no fear, it turns out that in such an instant, she can open this kind of thing.

At the same moment, the door of the tent was opened, and I immediately gave the order to the Black Widow to continue the killing, and when the Black Widow jumped, I also leaned forward, stretched out my right hand, and grasped the muzzle of the submachine gun with the other.

"Sneer, snort, snort!"

After the bullet passed through the muffler, the sound was very subtle, but in the palm of my right hand, there was an extremely strong impact force, and under the impact of several bullets, the high temperature produced even instantly turned the muzzle red!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the entire chamber of the gun burst open!

"Are you...... Demon!" the big man in front of him took two steps back, dropped the damaged gun in his hand, and looked at me dumbfounded.

The black leather glove I was wearing in my right hand had long since shattered completely, revealing a palm mottled by bullets.

I smiled, spread my palms, dropped a handful of bullets in my palm on the ground, and moved the huge zombie dragon claws to grab at him.

While the other man went to observe the situation in the tent, the black widow had already pounced on him in the face, only to see him hold the submachine gun in his hand and sweep wildly, and beat the corpse of his teammate to a thousand holes, and then fell to the ground.

The military advisor also twisted off the iron shackles in his hand, lit a talisman in his hand, and said coldly: "Keep your mouth alive." ”

The rest of the big men are led by these few people.

He quickly pulled the pistol from his waist and raised his fingers, the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at me.

With a bang, a bullet hit me in the shoulder blade.

Before he could fire a second shot, the talisman in the military advisor's hand had already burned and waved at him.

With a "click", the gun in his hand instantly jammed.

As soon as the man saw that the gun was ineffective, he decisively took out a second gun from his waist, aimed it at me, and pulled the trigger again.

It's a pity that it also didn't work.

Presumably, the Strategist used some kind of spell to disable this steel weapon.

Seeing that the gun was ineffective again, he quickly pulled the dagger from his waist, roared, and pounced on me, trying to fight me hand-to-hand.

Ignoring the wound on my shoulder, I grabbed his dagger with one hand, and as soon as I exerted my strength, I snatched it, crumpled it into a ball of scrap metal, and threw it on the ground.