A flash of shrewdness flashed in Master Jiu's eyes. These people were his own people arranged by Nighthawk in advance, and they were deliberately questioning him just to test his loyalty.
Even this dead brother was a drama directed and performed by Nighthawk.
However, Master Jiu is also very confused at this moment. Although there are not many people offering incense in the White Horse Temple during this time, there are still some common people.
They must have been panicked by the gunshot just now, and ran down the mountain in fear. The people staying in the temple at this moment should be their own people.
Even if the guarantee is incomplete, there is still a note inside.
"Brother, there are still some people in the temple. They are all our brothers." Master Jiu confirmed his suspicion to Nighthawk.
"In principle, they are all our brothers. Of course, there may be some brave people who were not scared away."
Master Jiu made it clear directly: "That's the note."
Nighthawk smiled and said: "Old Jiu, now that we enter the temple and see unfamiliar faces, we should be extra vigilant."
"Brother, I understand."
"Let's go up the mountain."
This time, Nighthawk went up the mountain with a dozen of his men.
When they entered the temple, it was almost empty. There were only two or three pilgrims in each hall, kneeling on futons.
The monk next to him was wearing a yellow cassock, banging wooden fish and guiding the pilgrims to offer incense.
Nighthawk offered incense to the Bodhisattvas in each temple. When he finally came to the temple of Guanyin Bodhisattva, there were no other pilgrims in the temple. There was only one monk wearing a hat, sitting next to the wooden fish. He closed his eyes and meditated on the scriptures.
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"Donor, please kneel down." The monk did not open his eyes, but he sensed that the visitor had already walked to the Buddha statue of the Bodhisattva.
Nighthawk stood up from the wheelchair and knelt vigorously on the futon.
The monk opened his eyes and handed them the lit incense beside him, "Three for each person."
When Master Jiu took the incense, he glanced at the monk warily. When he saw his face, he was secretly startled. He deliberately turned his body sideways to treat it as the sight of others.
Then he turned around, protected the monk behind him, and distributed the incense to everyone.
There are only three futons, Nighthawk is kneeling in the middle, and next to him are his most capable assistants, Lao Jiu and Lao Er.
The monk read scriptures, which are scriptures that can save the souls of the dead. As Nighthawk listened, he felt more and more that something was wrong. The hawk glanced at the monk sharply, and at this critical moment, the monk suddenly took out a book from the sleeves of his wide robe.
Take the revolver and shoot it at the nighthawk.
Unfortunately, Master Jiu pushed Nighthawk, and the bullet missed his vital point.
"Protect the boss." Master Jiu scolded the other brothers.
The others were all people with extraordinary skills, and they immediately surrounded the monk.
Master Jiu helped the injured Nighthawk up and handed it to the Second Master. "Second Brother, please send the eldest brother away as soon as possible."
Nighthawk pointed at the monk: "Kill him, kill him and get three levels in a row."
The brothers were immediately excited and surrounded the monk.
Master Jiu pushed his brothers away and walked to the monk.
"Xiao Ming, you are not dead."
Xiao Ming glared at Jiu Ye angrily. He missed Qianqian and the crimes of the drug cartel, so his complex emotions broke out in an instant, and they were all released towards Jiu Ye.
"You're not dead, how can I die? Master Jiu, people like you who are ruthless and abandon your wife and children will never understand the pain of losing a loved one. Today I will avenge Qianqian and those who
Revenge the people you maimed and killed."
Master Jiu waved to him: "Why are you talking so much? Let's do it."
Xiao Ming came over with a very fast spin kick. Jiuye quickly dodged it.
At this time, Nighthawk nodded to the other brothers, signaling them to kill Xiao Ming directly.
A man raised his gun and pointed it at Xiao Ming.
When Master Jiu saw this, he turned his back calmly.
The man hesitated.
When the second master saw this, he kicked him away: "You useless thing, let me do it."
The second master’s marksmanship is perfect, and if he shoots him, Xiao Ming will definitely die.
But for some reason, the second master didn’t pull the trigger for a long time.
Nighthawk covered his wound and scolded the second master: "Don't waste time, we have to hurry. Hurry up and shoot."
The second master still didn’t shoot.
Nighthawk glared at him angrily, but found a bullet hole in the second master's forehead, and blood was pouring out.
This was obviously shot with a silenced gun.
"Second Master."
Nighthawk looked around, his expression changed drastically.
"We are surrounded by police. Leave quickly."
Soon, there was a fierce gun battle outside.
"Brother, our brother is in trouble with the policeman."
Nighthawk was more concerned about his life at the moment. "Find the sharpshooter lurking around us." He said anxiously.
The brothers were also very loyal and surrounded him. Everyone raised their guns and looked outside.
And Master Jiu quickly subdued Xiao Ming.
Nighthawk hates Xiao Ming: "Xiao Ming, you deserve to die. Do you regard our gang as an inn? Come and leave whenever you want."
"Old Jiu. Kill him."
Lao Jiu said: "Brother, keep him as a hostage. It's also good to let him take bullets for you."
Nighthawk interrogated Xiao Ming angrily: "Xiao Ming, I have known for a long time that you are an undercover agent of the police. Tell me, who is your contact?"
Xiao Ming had his hands tied by Lao Jiu and smiled evilly.
"Isn't it him?"
Lao Jiu was stunned, then laughed and said: "You will hold me on your back until you die. Xiao Ming, who the hell believes you."
Nighthawk saw that Xiao Ming just wanted to skin Lao Jiu and get cramps. At this moment, Xiao Ming only thought that he was trying to sow discord between them and deliberately framed Lao Jiu.
"Xiao Ming, you'd better think clearly before boarding the plane. Otherwise, I will throw you off the plane and smash you to pieces." Nighthawk said coldly.
Xiao Ming angrily said: "Nighthawk, I will support you before I die. Do you believe it or not?"
Nighthawk glared at Xiao Ming angrily. When he wanted to use his command to punish Xiao Ming, Lao Jiu suddenly reminded him: "Brother, your injury must be bandaged quickly."
Nighthawk said: "Let's leave here first."
At this time, another bullet flew over and one of his men fell to the ground.
Lao Jiu squeezed out and stood in the first row, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes.
"Brother, this man's marksmanship is perfect and his shooting range is very long. I didn't expect that there is such a character in the note. You and I have to be careful today, we may have to risk our lives here."
Nighthawk said: "Push Xiao Ming out."
Xiao Ming and Lao Jiu stood in the first row and formed human shields. They moved forward cautiously.
Above the giant Guanyin sculpture is a spacious flat dam. A dozen small helicopters are hovering overhead.
Under the cover of his subordinates, Nighthawk approached the helicopter step by step.
But when they were about to reach the top of Pingba, there was a black shadow, like a desert cheetah, standing high with a rapid gun, blocking their path.
