The target was not far away. Kaempferol picked up the AK47 in his hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The sound of the gunshot was particularly harsh in the silent night.
"Da da da da da..."
When a group of Salin Group militants saw their leader opening fire, they were not to be outdone and shot at the warehouse guards. In an instant, miserable screams rang out and most of the enemies were hit by bullets and fell down.
Two or three other guards hurriedly fell down and fought back with guns. The gunfire sounded like popping beans.
There were shouts from the camp, "Everyone, hurry up, someone is attacking."
"Hurry up...over there in the warehouse..."
Immediately, many armed men rushed out of various rooms. Some even had no time to put on clothes and shoes, only shorts on their bodies, and ran toward the scene of the incident with guns in hand.
It was urgent to kill the two or three remaining guards. Kaempferol jumped left and right like an agile cheetah and ran forward, dodging the oncoming bullets. He reached out and pulled the grenade from his waist, brought it to his mouth and bit it.
Buckle, throw it out with force.
"boom!"
The grenade exploded in front of the warehouse, making a deafening sound. The three guards were blown to pieces and their limbs were scattered everywhere.
By this time, all the guards had been eliminated, and a group of people came to the front of the warehouse. Kaempferol flew up and kicked open the door. He quickly glanced over and saw that opium and heroin were piled inside. He waved his hand and said: "
Burn it for me..."
Two Salin militants were carrying plastic buckets with gasoline inside. They quickly untied the plastic buckets, unscrewed the lids, and poured gasoline on the drugs. Suddenly, the air was filled with a strong smell of gasoline.
A group of people quickly ran away. Kaempferol flipped the lighter, and a wisp of flame appeared. He threw it out. The lighter fell on the drug stained with gasoline, and with a puff, the flames rose, and the drug, which was as precious as gold, burned fiercely.
Many camp members surrounded him like ants, shooting wildly. Bullets flew in the air like raindrops. Three Salin members were shot and fell in a pool of blood.
While Kaempfer led a group of men to fight back, he observed the surrounding terrain. Seeing that there were few torches in the west, he knew that there were relatively fewer enemies there. He ordered loudly: "Retreat quickly and go west..."
"
A group of people followed Kaempferol and ran to the west, engaging in fierce gun battles with the enemies they encountered. The current situation was not optimistic. They had no choice but to fight to the end and try to break out...
In the distance, Tian Kuba, the leader of the Nero Star Group, ran out of the room shirtless and wearing a yellow military uniform. He was muscular and had two terrifying scars on his chest. Just before, he drank two kilograms of old wine.
Exhausted from tossing between two women
He was exhausted and sleeping soundly, but was awakened by the sound of gunshots and hurriedly came outside. When he saw the fire dragon rising into the air over the warehouse, his heart skipped a beat and he shouted anxiously: "What's wrong? What's going on?
?”
A subordinate ran over and said with a sad face: "Chief, it's bad, our warehouse was burned down..."
"Ah..." The suspicion in his heart was confirmed, and Tiankuba roared crazily, "Hurry up and put out the fire. We must put out the fire and hold our drugs, otherwise, we won't even be able to eat."
The subordinate also knew the seriousness of the matter. These drugs were the capital of their survival. If they were reduced to ashes, the consequences would be disastrous. However, he had to tell the truth. "Back to the leader, the brothers have already gone to put out the fire.
However, the fire is too strong and there is little hope..."
"Asshole..." In anger, Tian Kuba stepped forward, kicked the opponent away, and roared: "Catch those sneak attack guys, I will cut them into pieces..."
The sound of gunfire and explosions continued for a long time. Finally, Kaempferol and six of his men successfully broke out and disappeared into the jungle. Most of the remaining Salin Group militants were killed, and three others were wounded and captured.
The fire grew stronger and stronger with the wind, turning the entire warehouse into ashes and burning down many barracks. Moreover, the Nero Star Group suffered hundreds of casualties.
The air in the camp was filled with gunpowder smoke. In the open space, the three captured members of the Salin Group were kneeling straight after being tied up. Thousands of armed men with guns gathered around them, each with a ferocious face and gnashing teeth.
Those three guys.
Tiankuba looked at the three prisoners with a livid face and asked fiercely: "Tell me, who are you?"
The three of them remained silent. As elite members of the Salin Group, they were all desperadoes. From the moment they received the mission, they were determined to die.
Tiankuba said angrily: "Pretend to be a tough guy with me, okay, I want to see how long you can survive. Bastards, don't you like setting fires? Well, let everyone punish you. Come on,
Get ready, let’s roast a living person, I haven’t had delicious roasted human meat for a long time, I’m still wondering.”
After hearing the leader's order, everyone started to take action. They first carried a log as thick as a bowl at the root of the tree, and set up two tripods with the top about one meter high from the ground. Then, they placed a log more than three meters long.
Next to the three prisoners, someone asked: "Chief, which one will be roasted first?"
Fear flashed in the eyes of the three prisoners. They had thought they would die, but they never expected that the tyrant-like leader of the Nero Star Group would actually burn them alive. It was really terrifying.
Tiankuba's fierce eyes looked at the three prisoners, stopping at the one on the right, and said: "This guy looks whiter and fatter. I guess the meat is tender, so let's roast him first."
"yes."
Five or six men lowered the prisoner on the right to the ground and tied him to a log pole with a steel wire rope as thick as his little finger. Although the prisoner was frightened, he gritted his teeth and remained silent, a bit like he would rather die than surrender.
The round wooden pole with the captives tied to it was lifted up and placed across two tripods. Someone also brought dry branches and firewood, placed them under the wooden pole, lit a fire, and the smoke drifted away in the wind.
More than thirty members of the Nero Star Group gathered around the fire, blowing air with their mouths wide open. The flames burned more and more fiercely, the firewood crackled, and the flames shot up like countless twisted golden snakes, roasting the prisoner, causing pain.
He struggled hard, but couldn't break free from the shackles of the wire rope.
Phew! The clothes on the prisoner finally couldn't stand the raging flames and started to burn. In an instant, the flames filled his whole body and his hair ignited. He turned into a burning man and screamed in agony. It was so shrill and terrifying.