C86

Ye Zheng had a faint guess that Song Cai was this venomous owl, in order to prevent the special forces from "beheading" him.

Action, using a larger, more imposing cabin as a "scapegoat."

However, he himself lived in an inconspicuous corner of the camp.

His actions were somewhat reckless.

If she could grasp more information, it was very likely that Song Cai would have already become the spirit of her own subordinates.

But, what better choice did he have when he was alone?

Ye Zheng kneeled on one knee, his smile was somewhat terrifying.

Several bullets grazed past his body, and each of them had the potential to kill him, but he didn't care in the slightest.

At this moment, there was only "extermination".

A road.

It sounds ridiculous to kill nearly a hundred armed men alone.

In fact, Ye Zheng himself thought that it was pretty funny.

However, this was the only choice.

He accepted the impossible challenge without a care. It was called 'courage'.

Ye Zheng kicked open the door of the hut and leapt out, the M-16 in his hand spewed out a fatal flame. A few armed elements who were too close to him fell to the ground, the weapons in their hands thrown far away.

"Focus!"

Ye Zheng reminded himself: "Focus! Keep moving! The rest is up to fate! "

A magazine 30 rounds worth of bullets were quickly finished.

Ye Zheng realized that the weapon in his hand, the rod, was a little hot.

He threw away the weapon in his hand and removed another M-16 from his back.

A bullet grazed Ye Zheng's shoulder, giving him a stinging pain.

Ye Zheng released three consecutive attacks, causing the attacker tens of metres away to let out a tragic cry, and fell to the ground.

"Did you kill twenty people? Or is there nearly thirty already? "

Amidst the extreme anxiety, Ye Zheng's mind was actually clear and bright. In his line of sight, there was only the enemy's figure and flying bullets.

He seemed to have godly assistance in determining the direction of the incoming bullet and the opponent's approach.

One after another, the armed elements fell to the ground like a tree that had been chopped down by Ye Zheng's firepower.

They only poured out their firepower in a frenzy and panic, hoping that a single bullet could end the life of Ye Zheng, the god of demons. However, doing this would have no effect other than causing accidental injuries to their comrades.

A few hand grenades were thrown towards Ye Zheng, who quickly moved, the exploding debris did not harm him at all.

armed elements's team was obviously thrown into confusion and panic. Many people believed that they were surrounded by the army, and the bullets that shot at their comrades came from all directions.

Some of them started to retreat in a flurry. There were even a few who were out of bullets, threw away their weapons, and lay prostrate on the ground.

Although the target of the person lying on the ground was small, he was still unable to escape Ye Zheng's bullets.

As Ye Zheng advanced in an S shape, he poured out the fatal bullets at the same time.

He took a few steps forward and saw that a armed elements beside him who was shot by a bullet was still groaning as he died. Immediately, he crushed his face into pieces with the heel of his foot that was wearing a pair of leather boots.

He would not show any mercy!

Extermination!

The person who turned around to flee became the perfect target for Ye Zheng to shoot.

Ye Zheng had strict training, being able to move 100 meters away. He did not need to aim precisely, and only needed to kill targets that were moving at high speeds with his senses.

A few of them had already climbed up the hill, but were struck by Ye Zheng's bullet from behind, causing blood to spurt out and roll down.

A group of over twenty people retreated in one direction, in a much more orderly manner than the others.

Ye Zheng understood: These were the loyal bodyguards that brought the boss, Song Cai, away.

Many of Song Cai's subordinates were a motley crowd, but the loyalty and skills of these bodyguards were still worthy of testing.

Ye Zheng accurately shot and killed three enemies.

Some of them crawled on the ground, while some hid behind thick and sturdy tree trunks, and shot towards the direction where Ye Zheng was attacking from.

They didn't have automatic shrapnel shrapnel, but shot regularly.

If Ye Zheng wasn't in the middle of moving at a high speed, he might have already been hit in the fatal spots.

"Interesting."

Ye Zheng thought.

A bullet flew past his waist, taking a piece of flesh with it.

"What a pity."

Ye Zheng thought self-deprecatingly, then raised his weapon.

With a dull thud, the two men who were hiding behind the tree fell to the ground.

Their exposed target was very small, and their tactical actions were not wrong either. The only fault was that they bumped into Ye Zheng, the top scorer who exposed his identity.

Then, Ye Zheng heard a sharp and concentrated roar. It was the cross fire of the two old-fashioned metal rods.

Soon after, an RPG rocket roared past Ye Zheng's head and exploded a meter behind him.

Ye Zheng half squatted on the ground, and was swept away by the waves of air as he crawled on the ground.

"This group is different from the others."

Ye Zheng thought: "But, in the eyes of a tiger, what's the difference between a rabbit and a dog?"

As Ye Zheng approached, he shot accurately.

One by one, the men fell to the ground.

The remaining six to seven people left the cover, panting heavily as they stumbled forward on the grass.

Ye Zheng recognized Song Cai's back.

"Put down your weapon!"

Ye Zheng shouted.

Then, he was amused by himself: These Siamese s might not know Chinese.

Ye Zheng then called on the bodyguards who were escorting Song Cai to escape, one by one.

In the end, there were only three people left.

They knew that they could no longer escape. They had to retreat and hide behind the big tree, blindly shooting.

Ye Zheng's body was being driven by the desire for revenge, his body was not affected at all, he was only focused on killing and fighting.

He did not want Song Cai to die under the bullet, but wanted to capture him, and give him a slow death.

One of the bodyguards lost his mind, he roared and jumped out from behind the tree, frantically shooting at Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng pulled the trigger, causing the other party's skull to be ripped off, as he laid on the ground in an exaggerated posture.

"Song Cai?"

As Ye Zheng walked forward, he yelled out the opponent's name.

"Let me go! I'll give you 10 million! "

Behind the tree, a voice replied in fluent Chinese.

It was obvious that the drug lord was speaking Chinese correctly.

"As long as I live!"

Ye Zheng answered, his body flashed, and he suddenly closed in by more than ten meters.

"Bastard!" Twenty million! I will keep my word! "

Song Cai was almost hysterical.

Just then, a figure suddenly came out from behind the tree, holding a 1911 military hand rod, he quickly fired at Ye Zheng.

This last bodyguard of Song Cai was actually a pretty girl wearing camouflage clothing.

Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment, then shot a bullet right through his scalp.

The female bodyguard shouted in Siamese, her wheat colored face revealing a mixture of hatred and fear.

She emptied a magazine and skillfully prepared to install a second one.

Ye Zheng pounced forward like lightning and kicked her calf with his hook, causing the female bodyguard to fall onto the ground.

Although Ye Zheng's eyes were bloodshot from killing, when facing such a woman, he actually did not want to recklessly kill her.

A cold light flashed, the female bodyguard lying on the ground had a machete in her hand, flying towards Ye Zheng's lower abdomen.