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Chapter 594: Walking a lot at night

"I, shall we... continue?"

"……continue!"

This choice is not outrageous.

After all, it is normal to encounter ghosts after walking too much at night. And if you look at it from another angle, it shows that their choice of location was fine, and today's market is indeed good.

To sum it up in one sentence - regardless of whether the result is smooth or not, whether there is any harvest, just say whether the job comes or not? If you come to work, it means you have not waited in vain!

Roughly thinking about the above, Miguel, who had recovered from his stress, quickly strengthened his belief and determined to continue squatting.

However, perhaps everything must be reversed, and until noon, there was no further movement.

This situation is inevitably disappointing. Sometimes, if there is no chance from the beginning to the end, it is nothing more than complaining about luck, cursing God, and then simply calling it a day and leaving, rushing to come back tomorrow. But if there is an opportunity, it can only be missed.

, even if it is the helpless kind, it is completely another matter.

Now Miguel and the others are in the latter category. They suddenly feel that smoking is no longer fragrant, and darts are no longer fun. The main focus is hard to accept, which is simply uncomfortable.

I hastily ate some bread for lunch. It was impossible to give up. The few people who did not believe in evil continued to persevere. Perhaps this sincerity moved some passing deity. Finally, at nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, the enthusiastic and unrestrained

The samba music started playing again.

Everything was as if nothing had happened. Except for Miguel's hand, which looked messy, he was missing a bottle of disinfectant and two band-aids...

Hang up decisively. If you have any nonsense, just wave your hand and say, "Get ready!"

The troll understood the Portuguese used that time, and his eyes were about to get angry, but then he tilted his head and said jokingly: "Hey, it sounds like he is a low-handed person?"

Seeing this, Miguel blinked and a few question marks popped up on his forehead. After thinking about it, he stood up decisively, raised his gun, took a few steps out of the bush where he was hiding, and shouted sternly: "Don't move, we are robbing you!"

"Do you still understand? Si Ga, a bunch of fools! Anyway, the task is given to them. When they take action, you can take action against them. It's your choice..."

"Okay." Miguel, who consciously took control of the situation, came over, looked at the Asian driver, and his attitude was quite polite, "Sir, you think he should be able to understand the situation. He is unlucky to meet you, but at the same time

It's also his luck. Because you only want property and nothing else. Of course, the prerequisite is that he takes safety measures, otherwise you will not be able to protect his life. Just like that, take me to the roadside and remember to search me.

.”

"Gentlemen, you think they should be able to understand the situation behind them. So, is it a bad thing to do a favor?"

Facts have also verified this point. Apart from glancing at the masks worn by several people, the target object did not make any unnecessary movements. He raised his hands obediently. Even though I was still smoking a cigarette, my facial expression also looked like I was frightened...

...That didn't seem to offend the professional dignity of the troll. He immediately moved the barrel of the gun and knocked out the cigarette: "You are quite timid, did you let him smoke?"

The situation reversed so slowly that Miguel's mind was not confused at all, and he made his own choice to act according to orders. When he came back to his senses, he simply looked at the picture next to him that was in control of the whole scene.

He had a foreign face and a dry but high-pitched voice: "He knew it was a trap a long time ago! He has been waiting for you to come out and move the tree for him!"

"Bad, sir..."

"That's important. Let me ask you something, haven't you seen any Asians recently? You mean, other than you, Asians..."

While speaking with a smile, he shook his head and responded with another flick of his hand. There was a sound, and Miguel, who had just squatted up to bear the pain to pick up the gun, received another dart on the back of his right hand. The position was slightly different, so he responded.

"This is also wrong, goodbye."

The driver and co-pilot of the first car were all familiar faces. They were Hitami Hitoshi and Fuma Musashi whom someone had just met yesterday.

But the other party seemed to have misunderstood. Before nodding his head repeatedly, he slowly called out to his companions with weak legs and feet to come out and move the roadblock. He himself stood firm and mustered up the courage to come to the car.

At the same time, the Asian driver who was escorted to the roadside looked at the luxurious target under the trunk of the small tree next to him and a few crooked darts with no interest. He raised his eyebrows and said to himself in a loud voice: "Level

Especially."

Just glancing at it, Fuma Musashi opened his nose slightly, reached into his arms in a roundabout way, and took out a silver-gray Desert Eagle. He opened the window, raised his hand, bang bang bang bang bang bang - a magazine was emptied in an instant, and it was shocked.

Wild birds are flying in the dense forest beside the road, and the grass blades are rustling.

To be asked, the bamboo tube explained as quickly as pouring beans: "Today there are eight waves in total, all of which are Asians. Two waves at 4:00 p.m. and one wave at 8:00 a.m. Among them, the first wave and the eighth wave are all the same person, and the seventh wave

There are only a few people, two cars, and no weapons. You are a bad guy. You only know so little, please, please don’t kill you!"

With his eyes looking forward to it, Miguel couldn't wait to answer the phone, "Hello... Okay, I got it." After a pause, he added, with an emphasis on tone, "Wait for our good news, we will definitely get it this time!"

Hitomi Niki was stunned when he heard this, and Fuma Musashi on the side flashed his eyes slightly: "Tell me about the eighth wave, this morning, be more detailed."

I didn't take action at the first time because the "honest and moneyless" Asians didn't leave any shadow afterwards, but it was time to attack rashly. The target was that there was no room for reversing and escaping. The worst time to take action was to wait.

When the other party came up, left the car, and went to the rear to check the roadblock.

It can also be seen from this that although Miguel and the others are young, they are obviously experienced in road robbery. Including the seemingly reckless operation of putting a spray gun on someone's head, they can also taste some details.

.

After a while, the roadblock of broken trees was removed, and the white Fiat drove past safely.

It should be said that the whole set works very smoothly.

The previous sentence was naturally addressed to the troll, and at the same time, a companion holding a machete came over to help.

"NONONO! Surrender, you surrender!"

"It's just talking. This is not acquiescence. It's very bad. Come on, go over and lend a hand and lift the tree to the side of the road. Oh, he's going to use it, just stay there..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Due to inertia and the small force of the danger zone, Fuuma Musashi will bounce up and fall back to the seat back with a loud bang. His eyelids rolled, and in his eyes

He was about to start a fire, but Jiao Xiao looked behind him without thinking, then turned around and saw that in the bright dusk, a cut tree blocked the road nearby.

A few minutes before Zuosu finished speaking, "Ha, it's this guy, he went in the wrong direction." Fuma Musashi nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at the two eye-catching band-aids on the back of the other person's hands, Zuansu tilted his head and hummed, "Also

Very merciful."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and drive the car away!" Miguel frowned when he saw his companion making some movement as he sat down on the road.

——In terms of deterrence effect alone, a shotgun with a caliber of nearly 70 millimeters is less likely to be damaged than a pistol with a caliber of a few millimeters!

Faintly, there were also a few uncontrollable screams of terror.

"That's right. If so, would you try?"

Immediately, the tires naturally rubbed against the gravel road, and the car came to a sudden stop.

"what did he say?"

After a pause, he thought of something, and then said, "By the way, keep their bad habit of wearing masks, there is no time to save lives."

"..."

Putting the pistol on, Fuma Musashi casually moved forward as if to relieve his anger, and slowly passed a rocket launcher from the front trunk.

It wasn't until that moment that the trolling gangster was shocked to discover that his little murder weapon had not yet fallen into the opponent's hands. The white hole of the gun was pointed directly at his forehead. It was a familiar scene: "I want to move my head randomly."

It will bloom."

There was a sudden scream, and the person involved, Miguel, knew exactly what was going on. The only exception was the seven gangsters on the roadside who were not in the perspective of bystanders... Oh no, we actually saw it clearly. We just saw behind the scenes.

The Asian driver waved his hand and turned his head reflexively. The dart had accurately hit the back of Miguel's left hand, and the pistol fell with a sound.

…………

"Just give it a try." Xiao Xiaolie waved his hand to stop his companion who was trying to dissuade him, weighed the shotgun in his hand, and said with care, "If you have something to do, let me play, you don't have a gun!"

The person at the front couldn't wait to get to the car, opened the door and sat back. He rubbed his palms, suppressing his excitement, and subconsciously tried to turn the car key to start the ignition, but his attempt came to nothing.

I was not stunned. I looked up and was surprised to see that there was no key, and even the ignition system had been opened. The whole thing was dismantled, and all kinds of understandable coil electronic equipment were exposed...

At dusk, two eight-box SUVs were driving slowly back down the rainforest road.

"How's it going? Is the accuracy okay?"

"hiss--"

"Uh..." The passengers sitting in the front row, namely the temporarily transferred Kitouji assassins, looked at Fuma Musashi with a serious face, and then at Hitomi Hitoshi with a fierce face. Their faces were all confused and confused.

Word.

After waiting for a short time, the Asian driver lit a cigarette in the car, opened the door, and walked up... Everything went smoothly, and he followed the preset script. However, the other party did not go to the rear to check the roadblock.

Instead, she stood leaning against the car, holding a cigarette lazily. She looked like a standard girlfriend waiting for her partner who was late for a date.

In place, there were more than one group of seven gangsters. Even our weapons, pistols, shotguns and two machetes were not lost.

The former was turning his head to face the passenger in the front seat to give instructions, "...Yes, he still understands. The ghost is yours, and their mission that time was to keep an eye on the guy next to you. Once I don't have any rebellious behavior,

You must be firm and shoot directly. Whether or not you kill me is another matter, but you must hold me back!"

"What the hell..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other eight companions who had been waiting for a long time jumped out from both sides of the road, surrounded and blocked the road, and screamed threats. One of the strongest men in particular ran over with a shotgun, white holes in the air.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the Asian driver's head, and he threatened fiercely: "Be honest, if you dare to move, it will blow his brain!"

"He said I was a car thief...ah!"

Click, the cold and hot sound of resetting the lower chamber reached the ears.

"You said their darts skills are terrible and they need to practice hard."

"It's broken, don't go crazy." While pressing the rocket launcher, Hitomi Jinji raised his arm and waved at the figure rushing out of the woods with his hands lowered, signaling to leave quickly.

Before he could finish his words, the car shuddered and braked slowly.

It was a white Fiat. Miguel squinted carefully that time to make sure there was only one driver in the car. And judging from his appearance... was he an Asian?

Those words sounded more like they were addressed to the Asian driver. The former also cared about it. He picked up a dart from under the tree and looked left and right as if he was looking for the target. He then raised his chin slightly and gestured to stand ten steps away.

Miguel, who was communicating with his companions on the road, said: "Look, you are careless, fall!"

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It can be seen from the next two situations that the young man named Tiago has done a relatively good job in reconnaissance work. Well, at least there is no problem in terms of error. That time was also an example. A few minutes ago, a

Bai Ying used an almost drifting movement to cut through the curves more smoothly than silk.

"You, you have done it before."

"That's called being unprincipled. There are lives outside our hands." Hitomi Jinji smiled again and shook his head to correct him, then turned around and said, "Thank him for the news, it is very useless to you, they can't leave."


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