Chapter 770

Yang Zhao and Ying shisan threw the people who had been paralyzed on the ground near the small door and didn't flee with others into it. The gunfire at the door was too dense, and the bullets in their hands had been knocked out. They didn't come forward, but pushed the log tables beside them to the small door to block the bullets.

Boss he breathed a sigh of relief and looked back to see the casualties. He saw several people rushing in outside the door, holding guns and preparing to shoot.

That's Bao Hong's men.

Before the reddened boss he had time to call his people, he saw a figure flash past. The sword blade in his hand was cold and instantly cut the throats of those people.

killer! Absolute master!

"Outside!" Cheng Jia shouted and pointed to Yang Zhao, who turned back, at the wall near the river where they were.

It's just made of bamboo and wood.

And from the crack in the wall, you can see those men are winding up from the river, and the barrel of the gun in their hands is lifting against the wall.

"Run!" Yang Zhao shouted.

The gunshot rang out with Yang Zhao's drinking experience, and people in the bamboo house hugged their heads and shrank behind the wooden table.

Zhao Yinfeng rolled to the other side with Ling Qingyu in his arms. Su muti's bag dressed in stones protected Cheng Jia and followed him. Ye Xi threw Murray and Hu ye to the opposite side, and then pulled up the Burmese people who held their heads behind their stones and threw them to the opposite side, and then slapped them on a stone.

The big stone broke violently, and the gravel blocked behind the bamboo and wood wall like a wall under the agitation of his internal force.

The bullets shot in from outside penetrated the bamboo and wood wall, but were blocked by the broken stone wall one after another, but there were still a few bullets across the gap of the broken stones and scratched blood marks on Ye Xi's arm.

Hearing Ling Qingyu's frightened cry behind him, ye Xi's eyes flashed a trace of red and shouted loudly. The gravel shot out like a sharp blade, hitting the bamboo wall like a brush, and shot into the hands of those who came around the river and shot wildly outside.

Gunfire rang out outside the door again. People who survived the disaster looked at the door with fear, and saw two tall men with guns in one hand and two Bao Hong's men in the other hand.

He Li and Meng Su took the place of Ye XI by throwing the two guys who didn't have eyes at the door to the ground.

From the broken hole, you can see that the boat has gone far away, and all the people left to block have been killed by Ye Xi's stones.

Meng Su threw the submachine gun to Yang Zhao after the bullets were fired, and took off the sniper gun from his back.

As soon as there was excitement behind him, the man subconsciously fell down in the cabin, only to hear a few soft noises, and several of his men around him had blood holes in their heads and fell on the boat.

sniper!

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The man's heart was cold. What was the origin of those people?

The vibration of the bullet cutting the air sounded again. The man grabbed the boat's boat Hyun, turned the boat over with force, and swam down against the boat.

"Eleven!" Ye 11 just wanted to catch up, but Ling Qingyu shouted, covering the wound on his arm with a smile. Ye 11 turned his head and said, "sister, I'm fine."

Ling Qingyu dragged Yan Qiying 13 and ye Xi, and looked carefully. There were three scratches on Ye Xi's hand, and a heart was released. But then he looked at Ye Xi's white, tender, jade like arm, with three bloody mouths, angry and heartache, and said, "those bastards!"

"Swim down." Meng Su put away the sniper gun. The river twists and turns, and the other party butted a boat again. The power of this gun is not enough to penetrate the board of the boat at such a distance. Well, next time, you can consider changing it to a more powerful one.

Yang Zhao took out the phone and called Yelu. With Yelu's ear, he should be able to detect the gunshot here. He walked up from below and might be able to block the man.

Although the men acted quickly, there were still several injured people lying on the ground in the bamboo house, shouting, of which Bao Hong was the most ferocious.

The long fork thrown by Yan Qi is directly nailed into the root of his descendants, who have been cut in half.

"Mr. Bao ~" with a cold smile, Yan Qi stood in front of him and said, "how should we calculate this account?"

"Smelly boy! How dare you black me!" Boss he looked at several other injured people, and went out to see that half of his people were actually put down by Bao Hong's people (when he was not prepared), and the other half were cheated back to the village by them. Now he came here, and after coming back, he stepped on the place where the fork was nailed.

Ow! With a sound, Bao Hong, whose children and grandchildren were all broken, blackened his eyes and fainted.

"Benefactor!" The Burmese people who sold stones to Ye Xi returned to their senses at this time. Once again, the place they had just hid was already in ruins. If ye Xi didn't throw them over, they would now become brushes like the walls of the bamboo house. At this time, they threw themselves at Ye Xi's feet and kowtowed vigorously.

Ye Xi was about to act coquettish with Ling Qingyu and asked for more care. Without saying anything, he was interrupted by these people. Naturally, he was in a bad mood and glared at them severely.

Ye Xi is extremely beautiful. He used to wear a hat and sunglasses all the time. Just now, under the emergency, he used all his strength. Under the internal force surge, the hat fell off, the sunglasses also fell, and a long hair was scattered. To be coquettish with Ling Qingyu, there was a pool of clear water brewing in his eyes, and his momentum was still in the stage of weakness (waving his tail with Ling Qingyu).

Such a stare, without a bit of prestige, also brought a little grievance, little cute, eyes like autumn eyes, face like spring flowers, which made the hearts of several Burmese people jump at once, more intense than just narrowly escaped, and then excited chatter.

"What did they say?" Ye Xi asked Hu Ye impatiently.

"They said that in order to show their gratitude to you for saving your life, you can take the rest of the stones, as long as you like, just take it," glanced at the fingers stretched out by the Burmese who quickly recovered from the flower mania, and Hu ye said, "you can take one."

Because they produced those top-grade jade, although the price of these Burmese stones is not low, they also sell faster (of course, half of the stones that were opened later made a small profit and half a small loss, and they have never produced value-added jade again. From the gravel on the ground, the stone that was broken by Ye Xi is all waste stones, not green at all). Now there are only sevenoreight stones left, all of which are relatively large stones, The price ranges from millions to 40 million.

If ye Xi picked the largest one (originally the third, now the first), it would be more than 40 million.

Ye Xi pointed to the largest piece without hesitation.