Chapter 86

"Ma Zhanlin, take care of your people. Don't run around and set up a tent quickly."

"Su Zhuang, come and have a look at my car. When I entered the valley, I found something wrong."

"DAZ, you don't need to help set up a tent. Take two people to eat quickly and guard at the mouth of the valley."

Zhou Zhen soon locked in a thin middle-aged man. He was not the leader in the film, but he was also the leader of this group according to his status.

Zhou Zhen counted the number of people. There were seven people with guns, ten migrant workers and several others who didn't have guns. They couldn't be identified for the time being.

The cars are arranged in a fan shape, with the rear facing the camp, which can be used as a barrier.

But for Zhou Zhen, who hid behind them, they were targets.

Moreover, they were also exposed to batin's sight on the hillside, that is, they were not sure whether batin dared to shoot.

Zhou Zhen doesn't have to count on bading to deal with these people.

He gently mounted the gun and aimed it at the middle-aged man in the lead.

There was obviously something wrong with his jeep and asked a young man to repair it.

He also stayed at the front of the car, only occasionally showing half a figure.

On the side of the camp, the migrant workers quickly built two tents and began to live in the original dens and set up pots.

The seven gunmen were scattered around, just because they were outside, they were not in Zhou Zhen's sight.

Zhou Zhen waited patiently until the middle-aged leader came under the carriage of one of the trucks with a broken belt in his hand and wanted to find a spare belt from the toolbox.

Zhou Zhen aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.

He fell to the ground and his limbs began to twitch.

The gunfire stunned the people in the camp. Zhou Zhen shouted, "Western Mountain patrol, hand in the gun and don't kill."

As soon as Zhou Zhen's voice rang out, a young man scolded, "lie in the slot, your mother, pay for my second brother's life..."

As soon as the muzzle of his gun was raised, Zhou Zhen shot again, turning his head into a rotten watermelon.

This time, all the migrant workers were scared to lie on the ground one by one, and Zhou Zhen was powerless because several gunmen hid behind the car.

The other party's gunfire also rang, and the stone Zhou Zhen was hiding was hit by dozens of bullets.

Zhou Zhen was lying in the pit and couldn't lift her head at all. The land in front of him was also dusty.

But they were not professional soldiers. The bullets were soon finished. While they changed bullets, Zhou Zhen looked up again and shot a gunman who showed his figure.

"Come on, draft it and see who's cruel!"

The third fallen gunman not only didn't scare them, but one of the gunmen lay behind the tent and shouted, "if you dare to shoot again, I'll kill Ma Zhanlin and see who's afraid!"

Zhou Zhen won't care about these migrant workers. This is not the real world. Will she be held hostage?

However, Zhou Zhen felt a burst of disappointment, because Badin and them had not dared to shoot up to now.

As long as they shoot, even if they don't hit anyone, they can attract the gunmen's attention.

The remaining gunmen began to shout. "Put down your gun and come out! Otherwise I will kill the migrant workers."

Zhou Zhenli ignored him and began to search for the gunman in the dusty camp.

"Get up, dog day. Or I'll shoot."

When a gun rang out, the gunman opened fire on the migrant workers. A man in his forties was hit in the thigh by the gunman and howled miserably with his leg in his arms.

Other migrant workers dare not lie on the ground any more, so they can only sit up one by one.

At this time, buddy finally shot. More than 200 meters away, he shot a gunman hiding behind the car, and the other party screamed.

Another voice shouted, "old seven, tiger, go drive! Get out!"

The strong wind dispersed the dust in front of Zhou Zhen and saw two migrant workers dragged by two gunmen around the car.

Soon, two jeeps started. The dust was too big and the distance was too far. Zhou Zhen couldn't tell whose leg was under the car.

The two jeeps started quickly. When Zhou Zhen caught up with them, they had already started running.

Two trucks of Tibetan antelope skins were left, only two jeeps ran.

Zhou Zhen counted the number of people. Ten migrant workers were there. Zhou Zhen killed three and injured one gunman, that is, 14.

There are seven other people.

"Don't move. I'll kill anyone who moves."

The familiar old face in the film was raised. "Are you from Japan and Thailand?"

Zhou Zhen didn't like the crafty old man at all, and said coldly, "no matter who you are, you don't want to run this time."

"The mountain will die if it is not saved."

Zhou Zhen ignored him and shouted at the hillside, "don't roll down quickly!"

Seeing Zhou Zhen's acquiescence, several migrant workers immediately tore open the pants of their companions who were shot and checked them.

They have no fear of the ordinary people. They are all old-fashioned. Maybe they are numb tortured by life.

Liu Dong and the two of them rushed down the mountain from the stronghold. Bating's guns fell off and climbed up to pick them up.

"Mob." Zhou Zhen make complaints about it, but he didn't expect much of him.

When the two of them ran over, Zhou Zhen said, "cuff them all."

At this time, Liu Dong was very brave. He opened his jacket and revealed a string of handcuffs.

Two people were left to take care of the wounded. The others were handcuffed in a chain.

Zhou Zhen knew that Ma Zhanlin had handcuffs and keys on his body. He came to him and tore open his collar. The handcuffs and keys fell to the ground.

Looking at Zhou Zhen's cold eyes, he lowered his eyes and dared not look at Zhou Zhen.

Trying to squeeze out a smile is more ugly than crying.

The injured migrant worker is luckier than the young man in the film. The bullet pierced his thigh and didn't hurt the main artery. Bandaging can save his life.

When bading and Liu Dong handcuffed everyone up, Zhou Zhen reached out and said, "give me the car key."

Liu Dong looked at the sky. "It's getting dark..."

"Watch them and let them cook. The other party's car didn't refuel. There shouldn't be much oil. I'll come back for dinner after a trip."

Liu Dong dared not say any more and pointed to the injured gunman. "What about him?"

Zhou Zhen came to the gunman. He was unable to toss. He lay on the cold frozen soil and looked at Zhou Zhen with praying eyes.

Zhou Zhen picked up his AK. This gun is older than the Bayi bar. It has a history of at least 20 or 30 years. It's not as good as the Bayi bar in his hand.

"Check his injury. There is medicine in the car. It depends on his life." Zhou Zhen looked back at Liu Dong and said, "you two put away your guns. Don't let anyone grab the gun. I'll be back in a minute."

Asked for a shuttle of bullets, Zhou Zhen quickly ran to the place where she parked, trying to catch up with the gangsters before dark.

When she got into the car, Zhou Zhen felt refreshed.

In fact, he has long wanted to get rid of everyone. He doesn't need to hide or hide his work. He is much more cheerful.

The car has been moving along the uneven frozen soil. In the valley, it is not afraid to get lost.

After seven or eight kilometers, the car came out of the valley. In front of it, there was a gentle slope with a drop of at least one kilometer.

A zigzag dirt road marks the way forward.

In the setting sun, several small rivers were golden.

Seeing this scene in front of her, Zhou Zhen's heart seemed to be much broader.

At a zigzag corner, Zhou Zhen found something. It seemed that a car turned over there.

He immediately quickened his pace and ran after him.

It's not the other party's car, but a truck that has overturned for at least a year. It's corroded everywhere.

Seeing that the sunset was about to set, Zhou Zhen hesitated and decided not to chase.

The other party doesn't have much oil and can't run far, but once it gets dark and the weather on the plateau is changeable, if he gets lost, it will delay things even more.

Just don't get lost. After dark, you can't see the road clearly. The car may fall into the mud pit at any time.

Back to the camp, two tents have been built and a campfire has been lit to roast the meat of the Tibetan antelope.

Seeing Zhou Zhen coming back without a smile, they knew that Zhou Zhen didn't catch up with others.

Liu Dong handed over a freshly baked hind leg of the Tibetan antelope. Zhou Zhen nodded with him, sat down next to the campfire, took out his knife and began to eat.

The meat of Tibetan antelope is more delicious than Zhou Zhen thought. The meat is fresh and tender, almost like mutton, but it doesn't have that fishy smell.

However, their fur is more valuable. These poachers kill Tibetan antelopes not for food, but for their cashmere called soft gold.

"Have you asked clearly? How many people are there?"

"Twenty three, and now there are nineteen."

Zhou Zhen asked again, "have you checked the materials on the car?"

"The sheepskin hasn't been ordered yet. There are always thousands. In addition to the sheepskin, there are several barrels of oil and food."

"Count all the materials tomorrow and wait for them here."

"OK."

The original lively atmosphere became somewhat depressed because of Zhou Zhen's return.

Although these migrant workers have never changed their ways, they are already familiar with the mountain patrol team. They will be fined if they should be fined, which will not involve human life. They have seen Zhou Zhen's unreasonable behavior and killed three people directly.

At first they dared to joke with Liu Dong and bading. Now they dare not say a word.

Buddy had been standing by the poacher he had wounded. His small caliber rifle hit the man on the waist. Now the bullet was in his stomach.

Seeing Zhou Zhen coming back, he hesitated for a moment and said, "tomorrow I want to send two wounded down the mountain..."

He looks remorseful and depressed now that he hasn't killed anyone.

Zhou Zhen said, "when dawn comes, they should come. These two carts of leather should also be transported down. You should go back together at that time."

"OK."

After eating half a leg of lamb, Zhou Zhen drank another bowl of butter tea and felt that she wanted to grow three kilograms of meat.

Having had enough to eat and drink, he came to the side of the migrant workers, and the muzzle of the gun swept around them, making everyone tremble.

Zhou Zhen said, "I'll send you down the mountain tomorrow. If you want to run, I'll never care. If you want to seize the gun, first think about whether my gun will let you go."