Several times, his subordinates all uttered anxious words of worry.
"Leng Zimo?!"
Mo Bei, who hurried over, looked at Leng Zimo who came out with a shocked expression.
Inside the plane, Locke and Jiao Yang turned their faces at the same time.
Through the plane glass, both of them saw Leng Zimo.
Looking at the man walking out from behind the bushes with his hands raised and a gun drawn, Jiao Yang just frowned.
"Leng Zimo, are you crazy?!"
"You should know his identity. If you kill him, the British will not give up on you. You are a smart man and will not do anything to get yourself into trouble!" Leng Zimo stood upright on the grass, "You
It should be clear that I am a more suitable hostage for you than Jiao Yang, and as long as I am in your hands, Xiao Qian will definitely obey your words."
Locke smiled grimly, "Okay, throw away the gun in your hand and come over."
Leng Zimo threw away the gun and continued walking towards the helicopter.
Watching him walk in, Locke stretched out his palm and took out another gun from his pocket.
On the other side of the helicopter, Cheng Xiao carefully walked over from the grass and came to the side of the helicopter.
The sound of the propeller covered up his footsteps, and Leng Zimo successfully attracted Locke's attention. Therefore, Locke did not notice Cheng Xiao coming from behind.
Leng Zimo approached the helicopter step by step. Locke suddenly raised his left hand and was about to pull the trigger.
"Get away!"
Jiao Yang shouted, stood up desperately, and grabbed Locke's left hand.
Bang!
The bullet escaped, passed through the glass, and exited the helicopter.
The bullet did not hit Leng Zimo, but missed somewhere.
Jiao Yang struggled with Locke again.
Taking this opportunity, Cheng Xiao flew up, kicked away Locke's gun that was about to shoot at Jiao Yang, and punched Locke with his fist.
"Let's go!"
Jiao Yang also knew that staying at this time would only cause trouble, so he got up with difficulty and rushed out of the cabin crookedly.
After rushing to the door, he couldn't stand firmly and fell onto the plane.
"Jiao Yang!"
Mo Bei felt anxious and was about to rush over.
Beside her, one of Leng Zimo's men quickly rushed over and threw her to the ground. Several other men rushed over and rushed toward the helicopter.
Leng Zimo rushed over and jumped onto the plane.
In the plane, Locke saw that the opportunity was not good. He gently shook his right hand wearing a cobra ring, and the fangs on the ring appeared, and the venom flowed out automatically.
Noticing the fangs protruding from the ring, Cheng Xiao also narrowed his pupils.
"go to hell!"
Locke punched him.
Cheng Xiao also saw that there must be something written on his ring, so he didn't dare to take it directly. He sidestepped past and reached out, trying to grab Locke's other arm.
Locke twisted around, raised his hand and punched him in the neck.
Cheng Xiao turned sideways and raised his arms to block him.
The fangs flew through the air, drawing a cold silver line and hitting Cheng Xiao's forearm.
Cheng Xiao only felt a sharp pain in his arm, like being pricked by needles. He subconsciously looked at his arm and saw two black tooth marks on his forearm, like snake bites.
Taking advantage of his trance, Locke kicked him out of the plane, bent down to pick up the gun on the ground, and raised his hand to aim at Jiao Yang, who was being helped up by Leng Zimo.
"It's your turn now!"
Seeing him pull the trigger, Leng Zimo took a step forward and protected Jiao Yang with his body.
