Several militants, armed with assault rifles such as AKs, rushed into the plane through the cargo hatch and soon ran out again, babbling something loudly.

"Where is the captain, and what about the other passengers? Why only the three of you. ”

The little monkey-like man in a turban, wrapped in a turban, yelled at the trio in sparse English.

The group of militants seemed to have at least basic training, and only seven or eight people surrounded them, surrounding the couple from the cosmic powers and the bald old white man.

The rest of the people scattered and watched vigilantly, and there were always people standing on the pickup truck with the M2 machine gun.

Jack, who was hiding in the bushes, sighed softly, and things were going for the worst.

The travelers on the hill to the north can also see what is happening here, even if they are not very eyesighted, the crisp sound of gunfire can clearly reach their ears.

The women covered their mouths, all trying to hide their bodies behind the grass or tree trunks, for fear of being spotted by armed men from afar.

Seeing that the three of them did not speak, the leader of the thin monkey smiled and put the muzzle of the gun on the head of the bald old white man.

The old white man shivered and pointed in the direction they came, "They said they were going to the southwest and the town there for help"

", why didn't we see it on the way here?"

The leader of the thin monkey scolded angrily, the gun in his hand poked the old white man's bald head hard, and the disgusting spit Xingzi sprayed him in the face.

The old white man's feet were weak, and he fell backwards to the ground, waving his hands wildly, for fear that in the next second, the bullet would pierce his head.

On the other side, several militants smiled silver, surrounded the couple from the cosmic powers, kept pushing and shoving the two, and spoke unintelligible bird language.

"Sting."

"No, what we believe in is the only one."

"Ahh Seeing that the movements of several people were getting more and more excessive, and even began to tear their clothes, the man let out a humiliating roar, but was pressed to the ground by the two of them.

"I saw that they didn't go long along the main road, and they entered the path in the jungle, and I don't know anything else, really, don't kill me, please"

The old white man knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, not daring to tilt his head sideways, not daring to look at the tragedy that was happening around him.

The skinny monkey leader snorted, ignored him, walked around him, took the machete handed by one of his men, and stood beside the husband.

Another little brother next to him cleverly took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera function, and took pictures.

"Supremacy!" After the thin monkey leader shouted these words, he waved hard, and a human head rolled off.

"Ah" The old white man was so frightened by this scene that he was so frightened that he moved his knees and quickly crawled away on the ground, but he was still splashed with blood.

When the already ragged wife saw the scene of her husband being beheaded, she was directly paralyzed to the ground in fright, let out a terrible scream, and then lost consciousness.

"Ariura. Whoa"

A strong man with long hair stepped out of the car and slapped the skinny monkey leader on the back of the head, as if he was a little angry, and it seemed that he was the real leader of these people.

The strong man waved his hand to let the two hostages who were still alive be brought into the car, and then scolded the little boss a few more times, signaling him to clean up the mess in front of him himself.

The little leader of the skinny monkey beckoned two of his men to help him throw the headless corpse on the ground, along with the severed head, into the back compartment of a pickup truck.

The leader of the strong man shouted to the other men, "You stay, pack all the useful things of the computer, jewelry, tablet, and then check if there is anything valuable on the plane, and come back before dark." ”

After saying that, he took the others, including the pickup with the M2 machine gun, and left, leaving only four people and two cars at the scene.

As the sun rose overhead and the temperature warmer, the four bandits rummaged through the pile of suitcases left behind by the passengers, collecting what they felt was valuable.

Every now and then they would scream at a watch or something, and they would get together to study it, discuss the value, and finally leave it to one of them, like a woman, with long shawl hair.

Jack secretly took a healing shot on himself, removed the lumps of various sizes left on his body by the mosquitoes, and then took out the Glock 17 and checked the condition of the gun, which was not badly maintained.

"What do you want to do?" Gasparé's eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief, there were four gun-wielding bandits on the other side, this guy actually wanted to sneak attack with a pistol?

"I need your help." Jack looked at him with a serious face.

"Why don't I accompany you to death, I don't even have a knife, there are four assault rifles on the other side, do I want to expect them all to get stuck?" Gasparé said angrily.

"Are you good at pistol shooting, then? Now we're at least 50 meters away from each other, and before we can alarm each other, I want you to kill at least three of them and leave one alive for me. ”

Jack calmly handed out the Glock in his hand, the kind with the gun pointed at the other party.

"Can you do it?" Gasparé did not take the gun, but tried to keep his voice down, staring at the round eyes and asking angrily.

"Is there internet in Bali?" Jack's question doesn't seem to have anything to do with what he's trying to explain.

"Of course, what do you want to say?" Gasparé was stunned by his question.

Jack took out the water bottle from his backpack, held it in his hand, and smiled slightly, "Did you see a video half a month ago?" That shooting in Los Angeles. ”

Gasparé's wide-eyed beads roamed back and forth between his face and the water bottle in his hand, and it took a long time before he asked astringently.

"You're the Starbucks God of War? Don't lie to me, your first shot really wasn't a chance? Although the video is not very clear, anyone who knows can see that the guy was shot in the head at the first shot. ”

"You were at least thirty or forty meters apart." Gasparé finally accentuated his tone.

"It's forty-one meters, someone measured it for me afterwards, the man in the suit who shot with two guns is my boss, do you think I dare to try my luck?"

Jack snorted disdainfully, took a sip of his own water, and put the bottle back, a systematic person is so confident.

After speaking, he pointed to the long-haired man who was in charge of keeping his valuables, "That one seems to be the one who takes the lead among several people, and I'm in charge of the other three, you control him, no problem, right?" ”

Gasparé carefully observed the positions of several people, hesitated for a long time, and then gritted his teeth and nodded.

"I can crawl over and get as close to them as I can, but you'd better be as strong as you blow."

This chapter is not very satisfied, and it is rewritten.

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