I never thought in my life that I would one day shed tears for a Vietnamese.

Of course, Vietnam is a country that I hate, but no matter how much I hate it, there are good people, and Ah Xiu is undoubtedly a good person. Of course, the sins he committed in Huaxia are unforgivable, and there are a lot of drugs transferred out through his hands, but at this moment, he is a good person.

Fortunately, he finally died within the borders of Vietnam, and he died a well-deserved death.

I broke two branches, dug a deep pit in the ground, and buried Ashu on the spot. After burying it, I lit three more cigarettes and recited two sentences of Amitabha Buddha casually, which was considered to be for him. As soon as I had done this, I heard a small sound of footsteps nearby.

My ears were sharp, and my senses were unusual, so I immediately extinguished the three cigarettes that had not yet burned out on the ground, and then ran up to a tall tree with lush foliage next to me, holding my breath and hiding my body.

After a while, the footsteps approached, and there were twenty or thirty people who ran to the tree where I was hiding, and then stopped. A series of Vietnamese words came out, I couldn't understand a word, and I gently brushed aside the leaves to look, and found more than 20 heavily armed Vietnamese men standing below, all carrying spears, grenades in their waists, and camouflage uniforms, but they did not look like regular soldiers.

Among these people, I saw the two Vietnamese men who ran away before, I remember one was called Ah Ding, and the other was Ah Chung, but I didn't expect them to call someone so soon. I think that the sand tiger is nearby, so it can be determined that these are the people of the sand tiger!

At this time, Ah Nail and Ah Zhong were talking around a tall, fierce-looking middle-aged man, and they were communicating in Vietnamese throughout the whole process, which I couldn't understand either. However, I can see that this middle-aged man is very angry, and Ah Ding and Ah Zhong, who taught the lesson, don't even dare to raise their heads.

I wonder if he is a sand tiger?

I certainly can't make a rash move until I can't determine his identity—and I can't either, there are more than twenty people on the other side, with guns and grenades, and I don't want to die so early.

This is also the reason why modern people are more and more reluctant to practice kung fu, you practice for ten or eight years, and you can't carry a bullet, and you still practice his dry hair? It doesn't seem to be of much use other than to keep fit. The men had spoken for a while, and then continued their search.

I also quietly followed them, knowing that if they couldn't find me, they would return to their camp, and then I would be able to find the sand tiger. Sure enough, after searching the neighborhood for a while, they finally returned to no avail and walked deeper into the woods in the direction of Vietnam.

I have always followed them from far and near, and a master of my level no longer needs to keep too close attention, and I can judge their direction by sound alone, so I have always hidden my tracks well. After walking for about two or three kilometers, my eyes suddenly became clear.

It was a plain, and there was a lake on the plain, and a dozen tents were stationed around the lake, where people were cooking, and smoke was rising. From afar, there were at least a hundred men guarding the area, all heavily armed, dressed in tattered camouflage uniforms, with spears on their shoulders and grenades on their waists.

That's the equivalent of an army!

The team that searched for me before walked into the camp, and people kept saying hello to the tall middle-aged man on the way, obviously with a high status, could it be that he was really a sand tiger? I hid in the jungle and watched as they walked towards the largest, most luxurious tent in the middle.

Whether that person is a sand tiger or not, at least it is a heavyweight, and the sand tiger must be in that tent.

I looked at the crowd of people walking around the camp, and thought to myself, this sand tiger is worthy of being the number one drug lord in Vietnam, and this armed force, tsk, has to send troops to kill them. However, I don't have any plans to kill all of them, and I don't have the ability to do that, so I'd better kill the Sand Tiger.

Taking the first rank of general in a million-strong army is originally the strength of our masters.

In short, since they have all come to Vietnam, they must not return in vain, otherwise the fight along the way will be in vain, and I myself will not be worth it.

I took a closer look at the camp and saw that there were constant patrols around the camp, and there were about five or six people in a team, and I had no problem killing five or six people at a time, so I decided to start with them.

Since I had not eaten for two days and two nights, I first searched around the neighborhood by myself, and came out by touching two hares and a pheasant. Some ran a little farther away, made a fire to roast and eat all these living creatures, and fed their stomachs before they lurked near the camp again.

It was getting dark, and finally it was time for me to make a move.

Mosquitoes are rampant in the tropical jungle, and no matter how good my kung fu is, I can't stop the insects from biting me. But because I can't be poisoned, these insects not only can't hurt me, but they are all poisoned by me, which really makes me cry and laugh.

In a short time, a mosquito corpse fell next to me.

At the same time, a team of five people slowly walked towards me. I lay on my stomach in the grass and held my breath, only to hear the footsteps getting closer and closer, and one by one they passed me, but no one could find me.

When the last guy walked past me, I jumped up and slashed the last guy in the neck.

Before he could fall, I struck again, slashing a few times in a row, and two more fell. No matter how fast I moved, I couldn't stop the slightest rumor, and the two people in front of me immediately turned around, but before they could scream, I stretched out my hands together and choked the throats of both of them.

I turned around and cleaned up the three guys I had chopped down earlier, and at this point, I had killed a small team. If they all come out to patrol like this, it would be fine for me to kill them one by one in this way, but unfortunately most of them are still in the camp, and a small detachment does not return when the time comes, it will inevitably arouse their alarm.

So, I don't have much time left.

I found a guy of my size, stripped off his clothes and put them on mine, then deliberately soiled my face, put a spear on my back, inserted a grenade, and cautiously sneaked into the Sand Tiger's camp.

Although Shahu's subordinates are fully equipped, they are not regular troops after all, and they do not have such strict defenses. After I sneaked into the camp, no one noticed me, there were campfires lit everywhere, many people were drinking, singing, the atmosphere was harmonious, and it was dark night, I was careful to choose as few people as possible, so the process went very smoothly.

I walked around tent after tent and headed for the most luxurious golden tent in the center.

Seeing that the tent was getting closer and closer, I saw that the curtain of the door was suddenly lifted, and a guy walked towards me, it was Ah Zhong!

At this moment, my heart rose to my throat, if Ah Zhong screamed, then hundreds of heavily armed guys would surround me, and I could only bury myself in this foreign land! Without a doubt, it was one of the most dangerous moments of my life!

However, fortunately, Ah Zhong's eyes were blurred, his steps were loose, and his mouth was still humming, obviously he drank too much, and he didn't notice me at all, so he went directly to the back of the tent to pee.

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked around to the back of the tent and stood behind Ah Zhong.

Ah Zhong peed while singing, and he couldn't understand what he was singing, in short, it was very ugly. He soaked in urine for a long time, and he urinated for more than two minutes, seeing that he was not big, but his bladder was not small. Finally, when he finished peeing, I reached out and grabbed the back of his neck.

Ah Zhong thought that someone was joking with him, so he reached out and dialed it, and I said two words: "Don't move." ”

Hearing my voice, Ah Zhong's whole body stiffened, and I continued: "You should know my methods, as long as you move a little, I will break your neck!" ”

Ah Zhong works in the embassy and learns Chinese well, so he can understand what I am saying, and immediately nod his head like a chicken pecking rice.

I said I'm asking, and you answer, you know?

Ah Zhong nodded again.

I said the sand tiger was not in the tent?

Ah Zhong said yes.

I said who is the strong man who was with you and Ah Nailed in the afternoon?

Ah Zhong said that it was the sand leopard, the younger brother of the sand tiger, and the second leader of the Iron Mountain Gang!

I said okay, you tell me about the characteristics of the sand tiger.

Chung told me that the tallest and strongest man in the tent was a sand tiger, stronger than a sand leopard, with a tiger skin and a big earring hanging from his ear.

I asked him again, how many people were in the tent?

Ah Zhong said that there were five people, in addition to the sand tiger and the sand leopard, he and Ah Ding, there were also two guards.

"One of the guards is from Huaxia, and his skills are very good!" Ah Zhong told me this emphatically.

Pretty good?

How good is it?

In the eyes of ordinary people, those who can fight five can be summed up in good skills, I don't think a drug lord should be able to gather too powerful masters, right? I asked Ah Zhong again, is there any way I can sneak into the tent?

Ah Zhong thought about it and said that the wine in the tent was almost finished, and someone would go in and deliver the wine later!

I said okay, you can sleep for a while, and then I cut him out with a knife.

I didn't kill him, on the one hand, he was more cooperative, and on the other hand, he thought that Ah Xiu, Ah Xiu didn't want me to kill Ah Zhong and Ah Nail.

After Ah Zhong fell, I went around to the front of the tent and hid in a darker place. There was still singing and dancing all around, and the aroma of barbecue wafted from time to time, and these drug dealers were quite good at enjoying it. After a while, sure enough, a Vietnamese man walked towards this side with two large jars of wine.

I quietly dealt with him, and then walked to the tent with my wine, and when I was almost at the base of the tent, I suddenly stopped.

Because, a strong killing intent came out of the tent!