Hearing the shouting, Cheng Lin knew it was coming for him.
He knew better that no matter who caught him, it would not be the result he wanted.
I heard people say that if these officers and soldiers catch them, most of them will have only one fate. They will be sent to the mining area to dig for rough stones, and they will be like slaves. A slightly better situation is that they can notify their father and mother to take them back.
This would be really embarrassing. In front of Cheng Yu from now on, forget it and don't think too much about it.
At that moment, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he thought to himself, you guys can catch me, hum!
Cheng Lin snorted coldly, lowered his body, and at the same time took out a hidden weapon in his hand.
His hidden weapons are very special, they are all used bullets.
When he was very young, he saw his father teaching his mothers to practice shooting. He also mentioned to his father that he wanted to learn how to use a gun, but unfortunately his father did not agree.
So, he and his sister often secretly dug out the bullets shot by their grandmothers.
Although these warheads are worn by the rifling and produce some scratches, they still maintain the basic shape of the warhead.
In this way, Cheng Lin couldn't put it down, and each bullet was polished to a shine. He fantasized that one day he could steal one of his grandma's guns and use these bullets to practice his marksmanship.
In his eyes, these bullet heads are just bullets.
He wanted to think about it, but never found the opportunity. In his spare time, he used these bullets as hidden weapons.
I didn't expect to be trained by him to be decent.
Although it was shot from the hand, a large amount of prehistoric spiritual power was penetrated. Although the range could not reach 1,600 meters, the speed and accuracy were not inferior to those fired by a real pistol at 50 meters.
Absolutely maintain lethality.
Cheng Lin held a handful of bullets in his hand, exerted force with his feet, swish, swish, his body swayed several times, and sprinted towards the city of Mandela.
"Quick, quick, don't let him run away, outflank him!"
The officers and soldiers saw Cheng Lin's intention, and a few smart ones actually faced him and outflanked him.
Cheng Lin's speed did not slow down and he snorted again, "Humph!"
Use your right wrist to exert force, shake your hand and throw it out, chi chi chi ---, the three sound of breaking through the air sounds very sharp.
Ah! Ouch!
Plop! Plop! Plop!
The three figures directly in front fell to the ground one after another, letting out miserable howls.
"Be careful, this guy has a gun and a weapon!"
"Idiot, he has a weapon, and the guy in our hands is not a vegetarian! Shoot!"
Bang! Bang!
A few crisp gunshots were heard far away by the silent boundary river.
"Aren't you angry! You are such a fool, don't shoot, don't shoot! This is a national border!" Someone was cursing, which sounded more like a scolding.
The bullet whizzed past the ear and scalp---
When Cheng Lin heard the gunfire, he also felt the whooshing cold wind. He quickly shrunk his neck and lowered his body, like a gray line, breaking through the blockade and escaping.
Since Luo Yong took the people away, Cheng Jianguo and Cheng Yu have not been idle either.
The main reason why they didn't escort him personally was because Cheng Yu mentioned the matter with his sister-in-law Song Jishi at the public meeting.
"According to what you said, Miss Song doesn't know how to identify rough stones."
As Cheng Jianguo spoke, he couldn't help but think of Song Jishi's good luck when she first met her.
"Yes." Cheng Yu nodded, which was regarded as a positive reply to his father, "It's just that my sister-in-law is lucky and her senses are quite sharp."
Cheng Jianguo frowned slightly, thinking of a somewhat difficult question, "Cheng Yu, Miss Song needs help!"
Song Jishi and Meng Qinghui were recruited by Smith after they were appreciated by Smith as jade-breaking masters. If such an opportunity arises again, they will be easily seen through.
Hearing what his father said, Cheng Yu immediately understood his worries.
Therefore, Cheng Yu did not hesitate, but immediately made a decision, "Dad, don't worry. I will go over now and follow my sister-in-law. I think appearing as her nephew will not arouse suspicion."
"That's all we can do. I'll be on the periphery to provide support at any time. Please pay attention to your safety!"
Cheng Jianguo gave a few more words, and the father and son parted ways.
It was already dark by this time.
In the cuckold's camp in the old mining area of Pagan, Song Jishi did encounter difficulties.
After dinner, Smith had a sudden idea and ordered all the rough stones to be gathered outside his house.
Song Jishi stood under the eaves, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, saying nothing, yet still maintaining his tranquility and beauty.
Meng Qinghui came out of the bathroom, leisurely shook off the water stains on his hands, and then stood next to Song Jushi, with his arms folded in front of his chest, looking at these busy cuckold workers with a smile.
"Hey! I said, you are here to work again."
Song Jishi could hear the obvious ridicule in Meng Qinghui's tone.
"What are you still saying? What will you do if your secret is revealed in a while?"
After showing off her skills in front of Smith this time, Meng Qinghui completely knew the background of Song Jishi. Song Jishi confessed that she did not know how to identify jade.
As the saying goes, what you see may not necessarily be true.
"What else can we do? Fight! Run!"
Meng Qinghui looked confident. He had just gone to the toilet and took the opportunity to inspect the terrain and route.
To be honest, he has never behaved well in front of the girl he likes.
Therefore, Meng Qinghui is not pessimistic about the current situation.
He discovered that there was a mining tunnel leading to an unknown place, just behind Smith's house, extending deep into the mountains.
A premonition made Meng Qinghui feel that this road might be very important...
"Meng, MISS Song, I am very, very honored to have the help of you two!"
While Meng Qinghui was thinking wildly, Smith walked towards this side, holding him close as he walked.
"This is what I think. People should make the best use of their talents and materials should be put to good use. I still have some rough stones here. I hope a miracle will happen. This one..."
Smith kept gesticulating and pointing at the rough stones piled up like a hill in the yard.
The expression on Song Jishi's face showed a hint of disgust, but it only flashed past.
Meng Qinghui lowered his arms naturally, putting his body in a completely relaxed state. This state was also a habitual state before he took action. At the same time, he glanced at Song Jushi.
Song Jishi understood that it was a reminder to himself.
Everyone else also gathered around.
Most people are still not satisfied and want to see the style of Song Jishi again. After all, the stones in the yard are far beyond imagination.
Too many! Someone made a rough calculation and found that the total amount of these raw stones and wool is at least nearly 20 tons.
It can be said that people's eyes are full of expectations for Smith's move.
Of course, not everyone has the same mood. It can be said that the most dissatisfied among the crowd is Hu Qiuzhi.
He and Jones also stood aside.
Hu Qiuzhi cursed in his heart, "Damn it, foreign devils are really nothing! These rough stones are the property of cuckolds, and they are only allowed to be seen by people named Song. Then what will happen to me in the future? Besides,...
"
"Mr. Smith, are you testing us?"
Song Jishi's red lips parted slightly, interrupting Hu Qiuzhi's thoughts and attracting everyone's attention.
Smith did not answer, but quietly waited for Song Jishi and Meng Qinghui's next move, looking at Song Jishi without blinking.
All the cells in Meng Qinghui's body were in a state of relaxation before a battle. Only he knew in his heart that this was the rhythm before an explosion.
"Hehe! It's not that I don't want to say it, it's just that you have these rough stones..."