Hundreds of people chased forward. Apart from the tree demon, no one could be seen along the way.
"Hey, stop chasing him. That guy has already run away." Several young guild leaders were panting from exhaustion. They carried the guy. "Let's go back to mine."
I turned around and was about to go back. When I broke through, a younger brother shouted, "Boss, there is a wooden sign here."
At this time, Scarface stepped forward. He saw the wooden sign saying: The God of Death is still 50 meters away from here. There was also a big arrow marked under the wooden sign.
"That bastard of Death is a little too arrogant. Brothers, let's go. I want to see what tricks he is playing." Scar went up to his face and kicked the wooden sign to the ground. He led the group of brothers in the direction pointed by the arrow. Go.
Several young presidents nearby were complaining secretly. It was obvious that there must be an ambush ahead. There was no other choice but to bite the bullet and follow them.
After walking for about half a cigarette, I saw another big wooden sign standing in front of me: There is someone in the tree.
When they saw the sign, Scarface and others' expressions changed drastically. They hurriedly hid behind the tree and looked up the tree warily. But after looking at it for a long time, their necks felt sore and numb. There was not even a single person in the tree.
"That bastard of Death next door is playing tricks on us." Scarface cut the wooden sign in two, blowing his beard and staring.
The group of boys next to me were also very angry. They were led by the nose for a long time. They might as well go mining.
At this moment, suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire in the haystack nearby. Dozens of figures jumped out of the grass. The names above each person's head were red and purple, purple with black. And those guys were all sharpshooters. .The bullets swept in like a violent storm.
Scarface was so frightened that he pooped in his pants. He hugged his head and lay on the ground. He lay down. But the group of boys next to him had suffered eight hundred lifetimes of bad luck. They were all shot and fell to the ground.
At this time, dozens of assassins flashed out of the air. The names above the heads of those guys were even more adorable. Their daggers shone with cold light. They specifically targeted those with residual health and those with crispy skin.
In less than ten seconds, dozens of corpses were already lying on the ground. With a loud whistle, the group of big red celebrities picked up the equipment and money on the ground and disappeared into the jungle in an instant.
"Fuck. A bunch of bastards. Hooligans." Scarface got up from the ground. His face was covered with dirt and grass clippings. If he hadn't just pretended to be dead, he might have turned into a corpse.
Looking at the ground, except for the corpse, there was not even a copper plate left. Only at some point there was a sign on the ground: The God of Death is 50 meters away from here. There was still the mocking arrow underneath.
Scarface cursed loudly. His mouth was dry and his throat was burning. He couldn't explain the hatred in his heart.
"Brother Dao, what happened?" Hearing the sound of gunshots, the white-faced scholar led the troops and rushed over.
Scarface did not answer. He pointed to the ground. Hundreds of brothers were gone so quickly. Moreover, those guys from the Scarlet Guild opposite were like a group of thieves and scoundrels. They took advantage and ran away. People could only stare.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, the white-faced scholar already understood. The scar-faced fool must have been tricked by others. "Let's go back to mining. Don't pay attention to those guys."
Scarface had a bad temper. He couldn't swallow his bad breath. He turned around and said to the white-faced scholar: "Brother Bai, I have a hunch. The guy who is the God of Death is just ahead. Why don't you show him some color this time? I'll How can Scarface have the dignity to meet my brother?"
The white-faced scholar knew his temper and couldn't defeat him. He had no choice but to lead a large group of young men and chase him forward. This time they were smarter and outflanked him from the side.
The surroundings were deathly silent. Only the leaves rustled in the wind. There was still a large wooden sign standing in the open space not far away. It still had the same words: There is someone in the tree.
The white-faced scholar and others observed for a while and found nothing unusual.
"Brother Bai, we can't be fooled." Scarface pointed to the grass not far away. It was shaking constantly. Someone must be ambushing. "There is someone in the grass."
The white-faced scholar also saw it. Judging from the swaying of the grass, there were quite a few people there.
"Brothers, be gentle. Let's surround them." The white-faced scholar lowered his voice.
Hundreds of people tiptoed up from behind, took out the thing, and accelerated instantly.
Chop, chop, chop. Scarface jumped forward with a jump chop. The big knife in his hand danced. There was a gust of wind and green grass floating in the air.
"Where are the people?" Scarface wiped away his sweat. The big knife didn't even kill an ant.
I saw several long ropes lying across the grass, extending deep into the jungle. Someone seemed to be pulling the ropes, and the grass swayed. Next to the ropes, there were several small green boxes ticking. The white-faced scholar and others People were so scared that their faces turned green. Those were clearly several C4 bombs.
"Retreat. Brothers, retreat quickly." The white-faced scholar shouted, but he ran faster than a rabbit.
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The rapid sirens reached their peak. Followed by several earth-shaking loud noises, a huge fireball rose into the sky and shot straight into the sky. The explosion produced a powerful shock wave that rippled around like a stone thrown into a calm lake. The surrounding big trees were broken. White light rose up. Broken limbs, equipment materials and money were scattered everywhere on the ground.
Those guys all lay on the ground holding their heads. Seven or eight C4 bombs exploded at the same time. The power was not something that ordinary people could bear. In order to deal with these guys, Ling Yun spent a lot of money.
But who is Ling Yun? Can he do business at a loss?
A group of black shadows jumped out of the woods again. They picked up the equipment on the ground and ran away. A few guys took out knives. They couldn't help but hit the guys with residual health a few more times. They took off a few pieces of equipment and disappeared into the jungle. .
When Scarface and the white-faced scholar stood up from the ground, there were hundreds more corpses on the ground. Look at the two of them again. Most of their eyebrows and hair were burned away by the explosion. Their faces were scorched black. I guess even their mother would recognize them if they came. Not out.
It would be understandable if he had been fooled the first time. But Scarface had slipped into someone else's trap for the second time. Now he looked like a crazed wild boar, and his mind had become blurry.
"Death, you bastard. Come out and challenge yourself if you have the guts. Don't act like a coward next door. Are you still a man..."
I haven't finished speaking yet. At this moment, a splash of water fell in the air.
It was raining. The scarred face and the white-faced scholar wiped their faces. Suddenly they felt something wrong. They were warm, slippery, and even had a stinky smell.
"Fuck." Scarface only felt something sweet and fishy in his throat. A mouthful of blood almost spurted out. Who could be so wicked as to urinate on a tree?
The two people, whose heads were drenched by hot urine, hurriedly dodged to the side. At this moment, a figure jumped out of the tree, holding a large gun like a fire stick in his hand. Accompanied by a few chuckles, the sound of farts was heard, and sparks bloomed. Countless bullets spurted out like fireworks.
