Chapter 415

"You save me once. I'll give you that batch of ammunition. Later, we'll practice to deal with your restless brother." Zhong Wentao directly suggested that his time was running out.

He can feel that a large number of people are coming. If cumingli doesn't send people to support him, it will be very difficult for them to support him.

"I can deal with Kanghui myself." Cummingli said calmly, not moved.

"You can't!" Zhong Wentao said directly: "Kanghui is the most capable successor of the Kang family after you, but if you are sick, the Kang family needs someone to inherit the Kang family after you die. That person is Kanghui, so even if you have the ability, you can't start against Kanghui. I can cure your disease, only I can cure it!"

"My people will be here in 30 minutes. I'll cooperate with you before you die." With that, cummingli hung up directly.

Zhong Wentao was relieved. 30 minutes or so, as long as they can stick to it, they won't have to die.

He greets Zheng Yu and Cheng Yang to move in a lot of guns and ammunition. Zhong He hides beside Zhong Wuwen and guards them well. He knows that if he wants to live, he must make some contribution. That's all he can do.

Glancing at the trembling Zhong He, Zhong Wentao shakes his head. He doesn't understand how this man has become like this.

In the Tulou to find a good position to attack, he defends the front, the side is followed by Zheng Yu, the upper second floor is Cheng Yang.

Zhong He and Zhong Wuwen are lying in the most hidden corner, trying to lower their body to prevent bullets from hitting them.

Ten minutes later, 20 minutes before Kang Hui's men came, there were already mercenaries on the opposite side, but Zhong Wuwen's men didn't show up. It's very likely that the whole army has been destroyed.

"Prepare to fight." Zhong Wentao spoke softly, and the three men entered the state of preparation.

Before the people on the opposite side approached, Zhong Wentao took the lead in shooting with machine guns. They didn't use these things very well, but there were many bullets and guns. They didn't need to worry about them at all. They just had to kill people.

Random shooting, the sound is not good, after shooting hundreds of bullets, three people have mastered a little trick, the hit rate is also much higher.

Kanghui spent a lot of effort to get these weapons. They are very aggressive. Under such fire, it is difficult for mercenaries to get close to them.

"I'm holding on for 15 minutes!" Zhong Wentao cried out, not far from victory.

I don't know why. Time passed very slowly. Hundreds of bullets were fired, but only two minutes passed.

"Master, will cummingli really send someone over?" Zheng Yu worried about the inquiry, already some can't stand, the body because of the huge intensity of pressure in spasm, he is difficult to pull the trigger.

"Go and help him." Zhong Wuwen coldly opens his mouth to Zhong He and points to Zheng Yu to let him go.

"Grandfather, I'm afraid..." kneeling on the ground, Zhong he cried.

He used to like to pretend, but he had never experienced such a terrible thing, he did not dare.

"If you want to be the grandson of the Zhong family, go and help, or I'll kill you now!" With that, Zhong Wuwen took out his small pistol and put it in front of Zhong He's forehead.

The cold muzzle of the gun touched Zhong He's forehead, which made him shiver.

Under Zhong Wuwen's threatening eyes, Zhong he slowly walks over, squats beside Zheng Yu, takes the strongest machine gun from the ground, and shoots at the opposite side.

Because of his fear, Zhong He's hand moved differently. Although he didn't hit anyone, it looked terrible at least. People didn't dare to get close to him.

With the binding of Zhong He, Zheng Yu took a quick rest to ease the stiffness and trembling on her body, and looked at her watch for five minutes.

Five minutes later, after they used tens of thousands of bullets, cummingli's men showed up on time, and hundreds of people surrounded the mercenaries in an instant, with no effort.

Zhong Wentao squints his eyes and looks directly at the gap between himself and cummingli. One day he will be so strong.

Kangmingli walked into the earth building alone, looked at the bullet debris outside, and shook his head helplessly, which was too wasteful.

Zhong Wentao must not know how much these bullets are worth, otherwise how could they be used so easily?

"Thank you very much."

Looking at Kang Mingli, Zhong Wentao spoke seriously.

"You don't have to thank me. We just take what we need. I helped you and you have to fulfill your promise." Kang Mingli said coldly that Zhong Wentao didn't care about this attitude.

Nodding his head, he quickly went to check Zhong Wentao's and Zhong He's condition. Zhong He's injury is more serious, almost more serious than Zhong Wuwen's. Zheng Yu was asked to check Zhong He. He and Kang Mingli went to a quiet place outside.

"What are your plans?" Cummingli asked softly.

Those mercenaries can be stopped for a while, but they can't be stopped forever. Without arms, those foreigners will certainly not give up. It's possible that Zhong Wentao will be pursued all the time in the future.

"Do you know the value of these arms?" Zhong Wentao asked directly.

"How many hundred million?" Cummingli replied with a smile.

Zhong Wentao is a little silent. Although he guessed that these weapons are valuable, he didn't expect that they are so expensive. This shows that Kanghui has made hundreds of millions from the middle without much effort. It's too loud to let the Zhong family carry all the black pot. As for Zhong He, such a stupid person, he can't guess Kanghui's mind.

"Your brother is much more stupid than mine." Cummingli smiles sarcastically, which makes Zhong Wentao more helpless.

It's bad enough for him to watch cummingli talk and laugh when he's in a crisis of life and death.

The money is with Kanghui. Although the weapons are still there, they have lost a lot. Even if they return all the rest to the foreigners, it depends on whether they want to.

Eyes staring at Kang Mingli, Zhong Wentao's eyes flash a trace of calculation, Kang Mingli see very clearly.

"What do you want to do?" Asked cummingley coldly.

"Can you come forward and solve the problem? We'll return the rest of the arms with both hands, and we'll make up for the difference. You just need to mediate

With cummingli's ability, this is not a problem at all.

"Why am I doing this?" Kangmingli asked with a smile, which made Zhong Wentao feel a little tongue tied.

"Because you need me to treat you." After thinking about it, there's only one reason.

"You've used it once." Reminders from cumingli.

"But it works, doesn't it? I want to do it again. " Zhong Wentao opened his mouth quietly. Sure enough, he saw that Kang Mingli's face was not very good-looking.

"I hope you have the confidence to cure my disease, otherwise..." the second half of the sentence didn't come out, but Zhong Wentao understood very well.

I'm afraid it's more terrifying than the constant pursuit of these mercenaries to annoy Kang Mingli. It's no doubt that he's scheming against the tiger. Unfortunately, he has no other way.

After seeing off kangmingli, it calms down completely. The guns in the sand are dug out by kangmingli's people, loaded and taken away. As for what kangmingli will do, Zhong Wentao doesn't care. He just needs a good result.

After knowing Zhong Wentao's deal with cummingli, Zhong just sighed and didn't say a word.

After a short rest, Feng Chen and dongfangyuan drove over to pick them up. Each of them drove a car and sent them back to Zhong's home.

Zhong pingtian has been resting in his room. Zheng Yuya's pressure is not light at that moment, which makes him fracture in several places. He can only lie on the bed and can't move casually.

According to Zhong Wuwen and Zhong He, Zhong Wentao enters the room alone, sits on the chair beside the bed and looks at Zhong pingtian sleeping.

Feeling the eyes beside the bed, Zhong pingtian opened his eyes in a daze, just opposite Zhong Wentao's eyes. At that moment, he was in a trance, as if he saw Zhong Pingshan.

"Why are you still alive? How did you get back! " Zhong pingtian yelled: "aren't you dead? Your death has nothing to do with me. How many times do you want me to say it? Don't come to me! "

With a slight frown, Zhong Wentao has understood what this is. It seems that Zhong pingtian saw the dead Zhong Pingshan through him. It seems that this is not the first time Zhong pingtian has hallucinated.

"You didn't kill me. Why did I die?" Zhong Wentao followed the words and was very curious about the secret of that year.

He is very curious about the relationship between Zhou Tianpeng and the Zhong family, the death of Zhong pingtian and Zhong Pingshan, and what happened between the brothers.

"Don't blame me. It's you who want to go with him. I don't know you will die when you go. Don't blame me!" What Zhong pingtian said was incoherent. A man who was nearly 50 years old was like a child to cry.

Zhong Wentao frowned. Who is this? Is it Zhou Tianpeng?

Without waiting for him to ask again, Zhong pingtian had calmed down slowly and looked at him with open eyes. His eyes were a little clear and he woke up from the illusion.

"What did you hear?"

Zhong Pingshan's vicious questioning has a lot of emotional changes, which is a bit like dual personality.

Leaning on the back of the chair, Zhong Wentao said quietly, "uncle, you just admitted that you killed my father."

"No way!" Zhong pingtian's response.

"Why not?" Zhong Wentao asked with a smile.

Zhong Pingtian did not answer as like as two peas at the eyes, looking at him with cold eyes, looking at the same eyes as Zhong Pingshan, but the eyes were very cold.

This is Zhong Pingshan's son. He should have thought of it long ago.

Zhong Wentao is not an old man's child, but a real posthumous son. He is the one who wants to rob him of everything. He must not stay!

"If you hadn't killed my father, who else could it be?" Zhong Wentao continued to ask: "is it Zhou Tianpeng?"

After hearing the name, Zhong pingtian's eyes swayed a few times and yelled: "how do you know this person? What do you have to do with Zhou Tianpeng? "

Zhong Wentao hooks the corner of his mouth and stands up directly. He doesn't plan to ask any more questions.

Zhong pingtian's attitude has explained everything. What he wants to know has already been answered.

Looking at leaving Zhong Wentao with regret, Zhong pingtian only feels headache and can't get up when he falls on the bed. He doesn't have the heart to remind Zhou Tianpeng to pay attention to this boy.