You need to be very careful when dealing with people, and even more careful when dealing with foreign devils.
My grandfather taught me not to trust strangers since I was a child. Although the reality is not as dangerous as he thinks, I still face everyone cautiously.
In the ghost castle, the Englishman I met, who looked like a gentleman on the surface, was polite, but tricked me into a secret room, attempting to stun me with the fragrance, and was caught by me. .
"The bad guy is forgiving, the younger one calls Hans, and the bad guy is forgiving!" The ghost named Hans repeatedly begged for mercy.
I still did not dare to relax my vigilance. I held the silver needle tightly and pressed against his neck and asked, "Where is the treasure? Hurry up and take me!" Hans hesitated, and I immediately turned the silver needle in my hand toward his neck. Pierced the aorta.
I don't know if my ghost needle is effective on the soul of the foreign devils, but Hans quickly succumbed and said: "You are not a monk, I will not let you take things away!"
"This was originally not yours, but now it's just going to return it to its original owner. Are you still reluctant to return it?" I told him.
Hans responded: "The owner of these treasures is not me, but neither is you. Even if you kill me, I will not give them to you!"
Feeling a little impatient with his stubbornness, he said, "Now the owner of the treasure has caught up with the door and asked for it. You should return it, right?"
This guy actually said shamelessly: "Really? Since the creditor came to ask for it, let him come to me!"
I didn't have time to wrestle with this rogue again, constantly piercing Hans's acupuncture points with the Bo needles in my hand. Accompanied by his screams, I used up the needles in the acupuncture kit.
The door of the secret room was knocked open, and a strong man wearing an orange maintenance worker and an engineering hat came in, followed by a group of teenagers who killed Matt.
These teenagers were whistling, dressed in fancy costumes, dyed colorful hair, tattooed on their arms and neck, and some guys even had tattoos on their faces.
I took out the Desert Eagle and warned this group of uninvited guests: "Hurry up and get out of the way, or I will kill him with one shot!"
The group of killers continued to whistle and shout, and the brawny man in the engineering hat waved the thick arm of the bucket to beckon them to shut up and exit first.
Taking Hans as a hostage, I slowly withdrew from the secret room and came outside the tunnel, where the space was narrow and the way out was completely blocked by the other party. But I can see the night sky and I no longer worry about it.
These young men who killed Matt stared at my every move, and even had daggers and knives out of them, ready to attack me.
I immediately summoned my own daily mount, rolled over and mounted it, and dragged Hans onto the mount's back, and pulled the trigger of the pistol against the sky.
The gunshots did not stop the group of killers, but my day-by-day mount had already rushed out of the corridor, and even drove the brawny who was blocking the way into flight, stepped on these young killers, and rushed to grab the road. Out of the tunnel, came to the castle.
The castle is full of shadows, and it seems that there are lonely ghosts and ghosts everywhere. I looked at my watch again. It was almost five o'clock, and time was really running out.
I drove along the stone steps and rushed to the wall of the castle day by day, rushed out of the castle, and then hurried back to the snowy peak along the desert.
The roar of locomotive engines came from the city head behind me. I looked back and saw a huge row of Harley motorcycles appeared at the city head. The headlights were on, the accelerator was constantly beating, and the stainless steel exhaust pipe emerged. Blockbuster Mars.
The door of the castle opened, a Hummer drove out, machine gun bullets roared towards me.
Speeding up day by day, I lowered my body to avoid these bullets.
The Harley motorcycle behind rushed down from the front of the city, stepped up the throttle in the desert, followed behind the Hummer, and chased me.
In order to see the situation behind me, I had to twist my neck and look back. The speed of the Hummer Jeep and Harley Motors was not slow, and it seemed to be faster than my daily mount.
I must stop these chasers, otherwise I will not be able to escape this desert alive.
The Mount of the Sun didn't need me to control the direction, I quickly turned around on the back of the Sun, blocked Hans in front of me, squeezed the Desert Eagle and started to fight back.
But there were not many bullets in the magazine. I aimed at the driver in the Hummer and pulled the trigger.
The ghost bullet in the barrel was shot out, but it was shaken by the front windshield of the Hummer.
"Is the Humvee equipped with bulletproof glass?" I was a little surprised. Hans had already been shot several times. I ignored him and continued to shoot at the teenagers on the Harley motorcycle.
However, these teenagers are more skilled in their vehicles. When they saw the bullets, they immediately turned sideways or even drove their motorcycles against the desert ground to avoid stray bullets.
The bullets in my pistol are limited, and I get frustrated if I miss a few shots.
The other party's speed continued to increase, and the bullet screamed at me again, almost past my body. Although the boy killer Matt on the Harley motorcycle didn't carry a gun, he threw it at me with a Molotov cocktail in his hand.
A Molotov cocktail smashed Hans's body, immediately igniting flames.
I immediately dropped Hans from Zhiri's back and continued to fire back. A bullet passed by the cheek of my right cheek, and I felt a burning pain on my face.
No, I must get rid of these guys. In the rapid rush of the day, I changed the position of my body again, and directed the day to escape into the oasis in front of me.
There is a lake as big as a basketball court in the oasis, and I rushed into the lake without hesitation every day, and then lurked under the water. Fortunately, the soul does not need to breathe, but I am surrounded by the cold lake water, and there is still a trace of fear in my heart.
The Hummer and the group of murderers also chased to the lake, and soon surrounded the lake.
Unless I have been hiding at the bottom of the lake, I still cannot escape.
These teenagers who killed Matt couldn't wait, so they took out the fishing fork, took a deep breath by the lake, and jumped into the lake and began to search around.
I still had a way to get out, so I took out the conch shell and asked Ronaldinho for help.
The conch shell did not become larger, but I and Day by day became smaller and enveloped in the conch shell. The vision was pitch black, but Ronaldinho blocked his exit with a film.
I felt that the conch shell was moving rapidly. I closed my eyes and saw the group of murderers who had jumped into the lake, searching for my trace.
After returning to the lake, Ronaldinho asked me the direction of the camp.
I hurriedly looked around, and then determined the direction, and the conch protected me from swimming towards Xuefeng.
Conch swimming in the water is not slow, but it becomes sluggish when it reaches the land.
While the brawny man and the driver in the Hummer were not paying attention to the lake, I looked in the conch shell and quickly summoned the daily mount. A conch shell that rushed out after a rush, rushed forward alone.
When this group of chasing soldiers just understood, this guy couldn't help crying.
Carrying me out of the lake day by day, and continuing to flee towards Xuefeng, the strong man immediately ordered the driver to turn the front of the car and chase me, bullets whizzing past his ears.
I ignored me day by day, just used to run wild.
The opponent's chase was unwilling to relax, my mount slowed down again, and a stream of quicksand suddenly appeared in front of it. With a long hiss and a vertical leap, it ran past the spiral nest.
I grabbed the rein of the day-to-day horse, trying to get rid of these "tails" behind me.
The Hummer did not hesitate to chase it, but immediately fell into the quicksand, and the car was too heavy. When the horse-killing boy drove over on a Harley motorcycle, the Hummer had already fallen into the quicksand. (End of this chapter)