The construction of Mandelein Island was also stalled due to the official letter from China regarding the International Criminal Notice. The construction company hired by the jeweler Joey finally unilaterally terminated the contract due to domestic political pressure.
Joey was furious, but the islanders headed by Lao Basong were very open-minded. It was not practical to have enough food and clothing by themselves, but it was not practical to let outsiders come. After Joey helped purchase mechanical tools, he continued to be busy with business, and now the island affairs
Basong and Mo Fan will be in charge.
However, Mo Fan is better at destroying things, and obviously can't help with construction. In addition to studying Thai and Khmer every day, he basically runs around the island, exercises, and patrols the police.
Because there is no certainty that drug traffickers will come back, security towers have been built in many places on the island.
When passing by a guard tower, Mo Fan subconsciously looked up and saw two militiamen standing guard pointing at it.
Mo Fan was confused, raised his head and asked: "What's the matter?"
Mo Fan has good language talent and can now conduct some basic conversations in Thai.
"Someone is coming, helicopter, over there..." the militiamen shouted back.
When Joey hires people to transport things, he always uses helicopters, and the people on the island are used to it and won't make a fuss.
But Mo Fan frowned.
The planes Joey hired have never been from the direction of Malaysia, Thailand and Cambodia. And now in this direction, there is only the vast sea, not including any country.
Could it be that the plane changed its route?
Full of doubts, Mo Fan climbed up to the Jing Tower and looked through the telescope.
Seeing this, Mo Fan's face became unnatural.
There were four helicopters in total, really circling the island, as if they were investigating something.
"If there is any situation, send a police report!" Mo Fan said this and slid down the ladder of the security tower.
The two militiamen looked at each other and picked up the intercom without hesitation.
Mo Fan represents Zuo Han and is the apostle of God in the eyes of the islanders. Naturally, no one questions his words.
The people on the island left and got busy. The men with weapons quickly gathered, while the old, weak, women and children hid in the bunkers in an orderly manner.
"Messenger, are those people enemies?" Basong looked through the telescope.
The helicopter was still far away and could not see the specific situation clearly.
Mo Fan also held up the telescope and observed carefully, saying: "I can't say for sure, I just think it's weird, so everyone should be more vigilant..."
Before he finished speaking, four helicopters suddenly changed direction and flew towards the island.
As it got closer, Mo Fan's expression changed and he shouted: "Retreat to the center of the island!!"
They were four large transport planes with the doors on both sides open, carrying heavy machine guns, and there were people carrying rocket launchers in the back.
Although a militia has been formed on the island, all heavy weapons have been confiscated by the International Criminal Police, and the militiamen only have semi-automatic rifles. Facing the attack of armed helicopters, it is impossible to effectively resist. To deal with them, the only way to deal with them is to rely on the island center to prepare in advance
Two hidden machine guns.
Mo Fan quickly retreated with the militiamen.
The helicopter seemed to have noticed the militiamen and accelerated its approach.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
After the helicopter approached, the heavy machine gun began to fire. Bullets poured down like raindrops from a high position.
"Hide, hide quickly..." Mo Fan shouted anxiously while holding his gun to fight back.
Although Mo Fan is smart, he has never really fought in a war. And the residents of the island are surviving under the squeeze of drug dealers. They have courage and fighting spirit, but they don't know how to fight at all.
Some people held their heads to avoid, some ran for their lives, and some raised their guns to blindly sweep away...
The militiamen fell down one after another like leeks being cut, but the four armed helicopters were not damaged at all.
Basong and some of the militiamen temporarily escaped with the help of the cover of the woods, but Mo Fan and more than a hundred people were intercepted. Everyone found cover and did not dare to risk their lives.
At first, the helicopter was afraid of being accidentally damaged by stray bullets, so it paid attention to its flying altitude. But when it saw the scene below, it simply lowered its altitude and launched an attack without restraint.
"Hahaha, what a bunch of stupid pigs. This mission is too easy..." A mercenary laughed in English.
"It's really boring to ask our Black Forest mercenary group to do such a small job..." Another mercenary seemed to be disinterested.
The mercenary laughed and said: "Every job is the same. I hope there are more mentally retarded employers..."
"Shut your stinky mouth, Hank!" A strong black man scolded with fear in his eyes: "That employer is not something you can discuss casually. If your brother finds out, it will be easy for you to be shot.
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"What's there..." Hank muttered, but didn't dare to say anything else.
"Stop playing around and cheer up. The battle will be over in fifteen minutes!" Following the black man's order, the two helicopters continued to chase Mo Fan and others. The other two helicopters quickly climbed towards the island.
The heartland search proceeds.
Whenever you see a building, it's machine gun fire and rocket launcher fire.
Trees were broken, walls were smashed, and militiamen fell into a pool of blood one after another.
Mo Fan was suppressed in the gap between several large rocks, bullets flew by, and stone fragments were scattered everywhere.
Looking at the fallen corpse not far away, Mo Fan bit his teeth until they bled.
Why am I always so useless? Last time I was in Fuyuan Town, and this time I was on Mandelein Island. The enemy’s strength is not the reason, my own incompetence is the root cause!
Mo Fan is confident that he will not lose to those mercenaries in a one-on-one situation. But now, there is no chance for him to perform at all.
Under the powerful firepower of the helicopter, the militiamen had no room to resist. Those who had no time to escape, except Mo Fan, were almost all killed by random gunfire.
"Check to see if anyone is pretending to be dead."
Following the black man's order, the two helicopters lowered their flight altitude. The powerful airflow from the propellers shook the trees and rolled the gravel. When they noticed a certain corpse moving, they immediately fired a bullet at them.
Mo Fan just gritted his teeth and hid under the stone.
A helicopter gradually approached Mo Fan's location. Two mercenaries leaned out and looked down with guns raised.
Mo Fan suddenly got angry, raised his gun and fired wildly.
Mo Fan's marksmanship was not good, but the helicopter was flying very low at this time, and the two mercenaries who leaned out were caught off guard. They were shot several times in a row and fell down screaming.
The two of them were not hit in any vital parts, only their thighs. They fell to the grass and groaned in pain.
"asshole!!"
The other mercenaries were furious and started shooting with their guns.
Mo Fan rolled quickly, dodged the bullet, and swiped a mercenary's neck with his knife.
Then he rushed forward and put the knife on the other person's neck.
The gunfire stopped suddenly, the helicopter circled back and forth, and the mercenaries stared with red eyes. The big black man gritted his teeth, raised his gun, took aim, and put it down again.
It would be fine if ordinary companions were captured, but the person being restrained now is the leader's brother, Hank.
A helicopter landed. The big black man and two mercenaries got off the plane and walked to a place about 20 meters away from Mo Fan.
"Let him go!" The black man yelled at Mo Fan in English: "I promise not to hurt you."
Mo Fan raised his middle finger.
The first foreign language Mo Fan learned was Thai, followed by Khmer. However, he has not learned international English.
However, even if Mo Fan could hear and understand, he would not be stupid enough to believe what the black man said.
Just now, Mo Fan only wanted to kill one to make up for his loss, and kill two to earn one. But when he pounced on Hank and was about to take action, he suddenly found that the gunshots had stopped. Almost instantly, Mo Fan stopped the edge of the dagger.
This person seems to be a little special.
Mo Fan lowered his head and looked at the screaming Hank, and said to the big black man in Chinese: "You leave this island, I won't kill him."
The big black man happened to also know some Chinese, and he replied stiffly: "Let him go, let's leave."
Mo Fan curled his lips in disdain, raised the tip of the knife, and cut off half of Hank's ear.
Hank immediately screamed like a slaughtering pig.
Damn, this guy is so cruel!
Looking at the young but ruthless Mo Fan, and then at the unfortunate guy who had his neck wiped, the big black man spat hard, walked back to the helicopter and shouted into the intercom:
"03!04! Did you catch up with the escaped person?"
The intercom replied: "The escaped mouse has been found and will be cleaned up soon..."
"Don't kill them, capture them alive!" The big black man yelled: "That stupid pig Hank was captured, we need hostages!"
"**!"
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After a while, two to three hundred militiamen, including Bassong, were escorted back, many of them still injured.
The weapons were all thrown away, and the helicopter was hovering in the sky, with the black gun pointed at them.
Mo Fan roughly scanned the number of people and his face turned gloomy.
It looks like there are a lot of people, but there are more than that. At least half of them...
Mo Fan looked at the mercenaries and became angry again.
"I'll trade these people for you." The big black man said in blunt Chinese, "You won't suffer any loss."
"You leave, I will let him go in three days!" Mo Fan remained unmoved.
Seeing that Mo Fan was not fooled, the black man's face became a little angry and he winked at his subordinates.
There were two clicks, and the two militiamen fell into a pool of blood.
Mo Fan's eyes suddenly turned red: "How dare you?!"
"Of course I dare." The big black man sneered: "You only have one hostage, but I have so many. If you don't exchange, I will kill several in a minute."
"I'll kill him now!" Mo Fan was anxious.
The big black man said casually: "Kill him, and I will let these people die in front of you one by one."
Seeing the hesitation on Mo Fan's face, the big black man became even more determined and waved his hand.
With two gunshots, two more militiamen fell down.
"Messenger, don't worry about us!" Basong shouted loudly: "The master will avenge us."
A young man behind Basong whispered: "Uncle Basong, isn't that man very powerful? Why don't you come back to save us?"
"You are not allowed to be disrespectful to the master." Basong turned around and said angrily: "The master has given you to us, what else do you want? His power is beyond your imagination."
"Yes, the master is very busy. Maybe he just didn't have time to come back." The militiamen who had dedicated their faith to Zuo Han all agreed.
But more importantly, there are still doubts from the non-believer militias. It's not that they are dissatisfied with Zuo Han, they just don't like the respect others have for Zuo Han, especially in this critical moment.
Listening to the arguments of the militiamen, Mo Fan became even more angry.
He would rather die than have Zuo Han be questioned.
Zuo Han is my teacher and my god. You can't talk about it casually.