Chapter 152: Killing the Chicken
Bang! Bang!
The dilapidated shacks were torn to pieces by a dense rain of bullets in the blink of an eye, the load-bearing beams and columns were broken, and the roofs were smashed down.
In the smoke and dust, a figure rushed out, and disappeared into the dense forest behind the house in a few leaps.
Lord Ma chose to hide here, naturally he had his foresight.
This site is located in the mountainous area of western Chongqing, with poor mountains and bad waters, complex terrain and inaccessible people.
Hundreds of miles of lofty mountains and mountains are very suitable for hiding traces, if they are really discovered by the enemy, they only need to drill into the mountains, and they will have a great chance of escaping.
"Green waters and green mountains are a good place to bury bones."
Gong Qinghong raised his eyes and stared at this secluded mountain forest like a ghost domain, and shouted unhurriedly: "Chicken! ”
"Leave it to me, boss."
The chicken replied with a smile, put the submachine gun that was still smoking on his shoulder, reached out and grabbed a handful of cold mountain wind, and fell between his nose.
"How long has this grandson not taken a bath, why does it smell so rushed?!"
The chicken frowned, scolded, and rushed into the mountains and forests first.
The wooden-looking Ertiao didn't say a word, and followed closely behind him.
Only Gong Qinghong stood in place with his hands folded on his chest, like an old and spicy hunter, waiting for the hyena to be released to bring back the prey for himself.
Click!
The branches were broken by the rushing figures, and the broken sections were powdered by the bullets that followed before they could sap.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhao Qingxia ran wildly in the rugged and dark mountain forest, and the bullets whistled past him fiercely, flying the bark and hitting the tree, making a dull sound.
"Fuck me, how can these grandsons find our location so accurately?"
Zhao Qingxia's face was puzzled, it stands to reason that in such a complex mountainous environment, the fleeing party has a natural advantage, and it is difficult to be discovered.
Moreover, he had already silenced all the communication devices all over his body, cutting off the connection with all the Huangliang networks, and it was impossible for outsiders to locate his location in reverse through the Huangliang network.
But now these pursuers behind him are as if they have opened their eyes, and they can see his position at a glance.
No matter how he steered and accelerated, the other party could always bite him tightly behind him, without even a trace of error.
This situation is really abnormal.
"There are farmer's dogs, and it seems that the genes of the nose god Chong Longyu are enhanced."
Ma Wangye's tone was firm, and his deep voice was resolute, "This dog must be slaughtered first, otherwise we will not be able to escape at all." ”
As soon as he finished speaking, another gunfire exploded behind him.
Zhao Qingxia's wildly running figure suddenly stumbled, as if he had been hit by a bullet, and he pounced forward, and actually rolled down the edge of the mountain road!
"Fuck, finally hit."
The rooster let out a cry of surprise, and with the Duoyanwei submachine gun, he was ready to rush forward.
"Wait a minute."
Ertiao suddenly stopped him with his crossed arms, and with a flick of his palm, two fist-sized fire thunderbolts were thrown down the hill.
Rumble! Rumble!
The aftermath of the explosion combined with the swift wind currents in the mountains spread in all directions, wrapped in blinding flames.
"Ertiao, the boss let us capture him alive, what should I do if you blow up someone?"
The rooster stared at a pair of pupils illuminated by the firelight, and his face was anxious.
Gong Qinghong had spent a lot of money to find the hiding place of this Mo family follower, and if they only brought back a corpse, they would definitely not be able to pay the difference.
"Idiot."
Ertiao's face was expressionless, and two stiff words popped out of his mouth.
"You"
The chicken's face turned red, but before he finished speaking, he saw that the flames not far away were suddenly pressed low by the strong wind, and a cheetah-like swift figure culled out of it!
The night wind blew the scorched yellow hair on Zhao Qingxia's forehead, and his face under the firelight was full of awe-inspiring murderous intent.
Bang! Bang!
The muzzle of the gun spewed flames in front of him, and a bullet grazed his abdomen, tearing open a bloody wound the length of a palm, and the blood gushing out instantly stained his waist red.
But Zhao Qingxia still looked like a flat lake, he couldn't see a trace of fear, and the pace under his feet didn't stop for a moment, and he went straight to the chicken!
"Two!"
The sweaty rooster on his forehead exclaimed, and a burly and sturdy back immediately blocked in front of him!
"Get out of here!"
Zhao Qingxia roared loudly, his body in the wild run suddenly jumped up, and the right leg protected by exoskeleton armor was lifted high, like a battle axe smashed down!
The evil wind struck, and the expression on Erjo's face was unmoved, and the heart of the weapon in his chest suddenly roared.
Boom!
The two cross arms were like raising a shield, blocking the attacking whip leg head-on, and the back of the left foot took a step to unload the strength, and the backhand directly grabbed Zhao Qingxia's neck.
Zhao Qingxia frowned, he didn't expect that this ugly man with a scar on his face turned out to be a pioneer of the Eight Soldiers.
But now that the arrow is ready to be sent, since the narrow road meets, then it can only move forward!
The armor blades behind Zhao Qingxia opened and closed like fish gills up and down, and a vigorous thrust pushed his body, which already had a tendency to fall, into the air again, and his right foot stepped directly towards Ertiao's head.
This change came suddenly, and Erjo subconsciously folded his hands on the top of his head.
But as soon as he made this action, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.
"Not good!"
Sure enough, the pressure on his arms was imperceptible, and Zhao Qingxia's seemingly vicious kick was just a false move.
I saw him spin in the air with his strength, like an eagle falcon pounced on a terrified chicken.
The piercing killing intent made the chicken, who was nothing more than a farmer's nine eaters, fall into an ice cave, and hurriedly raised his gun forward in panic.
Before the trigger could be pulled, the black shadow was already in front of him.
Zhao Qingxia twisted his waist and shook his legs, directly pulled the muzzle of the gun in front of him, and at the same time rushed forward with an arrow and smashed it into the chest of the chicken.
Click!
With a crisp bone cracking sound, the figure of the chicken was thrown backwards.
Zhao Qingxia's steps were about to follow, but a strong wind was already blowing cold from the vest.
It's two chasing and killing!
"If you don't want to give up this opportunity, you can only resist this punch."
At the last moment, Zhao Qingxia did not hesitate at all, and the red eyes in the helmet did not flicker for a minute.
Bang!
The surging force slammed into the vest, and the already scarred ink armor flew in an instant.
Zhao Qingxia's mouth and nose suddenly choked out scarlet blood, and his pupils trembled, and there were signs of collapse.
He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, regained his trance-like mind with the sharp pain in his heart, and his body rushed forward, even faster than just now.
The chicken's eyes were protruding at the moment, and dense blood bubbles were constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"Two, two."
The staccato cry was interrupted by a thump of punches that fell from above, and the broken white neck bone stabbed out of the throat, and the bloody skull half sank into the soft earth.
"Come on, if you have a kind, you will continue to chase."
Zhao Qingxia, who was half-kneeling next to the corpse of the chicken, slowly turned his head, and a flying smile appeared on his bloodstained face.
He raised his bloodied fist and raised his middle finger at the furious two.
(End of chapter)