Tang Lang wanted to yell angrily and get out of the way, but that foreign guy was really stupid. He just watched his feet stretched out and stepped down on them without knowing how to dodge.
Tang Lang really didn't want to trample anyone to death. As an outstanding sergeant who was born under a red flag and spent ten years of military career under a red flag, he would never hurt innocent people. As long as that unlucky guy stepped ten centimeters to the side, he would be killed.
It was unlikely that Tang Lang would step on his chest with both feet, break his sternum, and be trampled to death.
Although Tang Lang didn't know what this guy was going to do in the woods with his shirt torn open and exposed, was he so ferocious?
But it has to be said that the blue eyes allowed Tang Lang to stretch out his feet without much psychological burden. The thick and fierce breasts of this guy also successfully acted as a speed bump for Tang Lang. Tang Lang was surrounded by dead branches and leaves.
I don't know how many bones rolled on the ground, but the huge momentum was finally relieved.
Ignoring the scratches on his body, Tang Lang immediately turned back to the position of the unlucky guy who was stepped on. However, he could only look at the strong white man's chest with regret as his chest was sunken and his mouth was mouthing outwards.
The blood spurts out, and it is impossible to live without seeing it.
He stared at Tang Lang who ran over with "apology" in his eyes, his unwillingness evident in his words.
A person fell straight from the sky like this. I'm afraid whoever it was would be shocked! Anyone would be unwilling to be smashed to death like this, especially when they saw the instigator running over and saying "apologize"
"when.
An apology is useful, so what do you want the police to do? If this man could speak, he would definitely scold Tang Lang like this.
Obviously, he was thinking too much.
"What are the foreigners doing here at our border?" Tang Lang's guilt suddenly eased a lot, and he began to think about national security issues.
"Ouch! Or are you crossing the border armed?" Tang Lang's little guilt disappeared after he saw the gun under the white man's crotch, no, it was inserted next to his thigh.
The Caucasian man with a yellow beard didn't know whether he was angry at Tang Lang's words, or because his heart, which had been punctured by his sternum, was finally unable to supply blood to the brain. His unwilling eyes suddenly froze and darkened completely.
"What kind of gun is this?" Tang Lang reached out and took out a small, strange-looking firearm from the gun bag hanging on the side of the Caucasian man's thigh, his eyes slightly condensed.
Tang Lang, who is proficient in dozens of domestic and foreign firearms, dares to conclude that he has never seen such a firearm that is between an assault rifle and a miniature submachine gun. It is a gun with a somewhat sci-fi appearance. The stock and body are integrated, thick and
It is short, somewhat similar to Yi Selie's Tavor assault rifle, but the barrel is much shorter. It only extends five or six centimeters from the gun body. The caliber is roughly between 7.6 and 7.9. There is no scope installed.
Accessories such as tactical flashlights.
Glancing at the thick joints of the white man's hands that had lost their blood, Tang Lang was already sure that this guy was a veteran with guns. Otherwise, the white man wouldn't have hung the gun on his thigh but should have carried it on his back.
It is to make it easier to draw out the gun and shoot.
The trigger is not hollow like most firearms, and the handle has an excellent grip. Veterans like Tang Lang who have used dozens of firearms have the urge to hold it and pull the trigger to try a few shots.
"I advise you not to move around. If Cobos sets a genetic lock on the gun, the moment you pull the trigger, it will not only blow you into pieces, but also alert the air pirates dozens of meters away, which will harm me.
, and many people." A clear voice sounded in Tang Lang's ears.
Tang Lang frowned slightly and turned to look at the woman who was tied to a big tree with a rope five meters away.
From the moment he kicked the unfortunate guy's sternum off and rolled on the ground, he spotted this person out of the corner of his eye.
It must be said that this man was indeed calm enough. From the moment he dropped the "smashed" person to death, to the time he carefully checked the identity of the white man and even looked at the gun for a while, he had not said a word until this moment.
It's just a gun, so why does it have a genetic lock? Are there 007s all over the world? And air pirates, what the hell is that? But Tang Lang still got a lot of information from it, combined with the warmth exuding from his head
The red light is far twice as big as the familiar sun.
Tang Lang's heart sank slightly. This place seemed different from the world he was familiar with.
However, Tang Lang, who had already experienced strange things like a strange blue light sending him dozens of meters into the air without any damage to his body, had already developed a strong enough psychological tolerance for the occurrence of these new things.
Even his concerns for his sister and nephew were hard-hearted and he put them aside first.
Only the living have the right to miss him. When he first arrived, he met his daughter who was armed and tied up, which made Tang Lang smell the danger.
When he saw clearly the appearance of the woman tied to the tree, Tang Lang raised his eyebrows slightly.
This man is not a foreigner, but a typical yellow man with black hair and black eyes.
But why are the white men alone in this jungle? Why do they bare their ferocious hair to show their hormones to the jungle? And why do they smash people to death like this and no one comes to see them? All doubts are solved.
It turned out that it was all because of this woman tied to the tree.
The woman's face is very ordinary, and she is as pretty as the girl next door. She is wearing ordinary sports and leisure clothes, and there is no hot figure that stands proudly. Or maybe she doesn't have one at all.
A pair of eyes, very special, slightly slender red phoenix eyes, like a clear spring under the moonlight, shining with a hint of deep agility.
Yes, this guy is ready to do bad things, but it's not because of how beautiful the calm-minded woman in front of him is, but just because she is a pretty passable woman.
Perhaps, for the anxious one, it doesn’t matter if she is a woman!
"You mean, as soon as I pull the trigger, the gun will detect through genetic testing that I am not the designated user and explode?" Tang Langchong asked the tightly tied woman with a nonchalant expression.
"That's right!" The woman nodded. "Cobos's men are just a few dozen meters away. If you are killed by the explosion, I will not be spared."
"Oh! Okay then! Thank you for the reminder." Tang Lang nodded to the woman.
Glancing around, the jungle was quiet and there was no other abnormality. However, the canvas bag he dropped before was still lying quietly 10 meters away.
Tang Lang walked straight over, picked up the canvas bag and carried it on his back, then turned around without hesitation and walked into the depths of the jungle. If he didn't leave, there would be trouble when the subordinates lying on the ground noticed the clues and rushed over.
As a former warrior, Tang Lang would never put himself in danger easily before he knew the details of his enemy.
The woman who had always had a calm expression finally showed surprise on her face. She probably didn't expect that the man in front of her who fell from the sky with unusual clothes and behavior would be so neat and tidy. She didn't even ask about the situation here and turned around and left.
"You killed the leader of the air pirates, they won't let you go." The woman suddenly spoke again.
Tang Lang's steps paused slightly, but he did not stop.
"Take me away and I will help you." The woman's voice was much weaker than before.
Tang Lang's steps were a little faster.
"If you win, I can help you break the genetic lock on the firearm." The woman finally said dejectedly.
Tang Lang stopped and looked at the woman with a half-smile.
Changsun Xueqing's somewhat cold and calm face was stained with an imperceptible blush for the first time.