Chapter 182

Before Meng Gong left, Ding Yi felt that uncle Xing would kill himself, so he asked boss Sheng for something to put in the storage space, which would finally work.

Within a few days, Ding Yi was bombed twice.

But he knew that in the modern society, killing power was the only way.

In front of him, he was beaten deliberately, retreated and fled in confusion, just for this opportunity.

In order to blow up uncle Xing, he even blew himself up inside.

Uncle Xing grabbed his throat with one hand, and the grenade exploded between them.

There is also a tree between them.

Ding Yi throws the grenade and hides half of his body behind the tree.

Boom, a burst of smoke, sand, stone, trees flying.

They both flew out at the same time.

The worst blow up, of course, was Uncle Xing.

Uncle Xing's whole body was covered with blood. His left arm was blown off, half of his right hand was broken, his body was full of injuries, and half of his face was chipped by shrapnel.

Ding Yi's whole body is shrapnel and steel balls, and his face is better. Just now, uncle Xing grabbed his throat with his right hand, and all the bombs were blocked by Uncle Xing's right hand. In addition, there was a tree in front of him, but nothing was blown up on his face.

When they fell to the ground, there was only a groan in the woods.

Uncle Xing didn't die. Just now, the only thing he could do was to use his whole life's Kung Fu to grasp the grenade.

So the whole hand blew up, and the other person didn't die.

He rolled on the ground, struggling, slowly turning sideways and looking up.

One eye of him has been blown blind, and the other eye sees that Ding Yi's body is full of shrapnel and steel balls.

"Hiss" he took a breath of cold air and couldn't believe his eyes.

There are many kinds of grenades.

Ding Yi's grenade is a defensive grenade. It is used to kill enemy infantry in an open area. It is also a common equipment used by the armies in northern Myanmar.

There are a lot of broken heavy pieces and steel balls in the grenade.

The same explosion, his body is now full of Ling shaped broken heavy pieces and steel balls, even into the depths of his internal organs.

Ding Yi's surface is full of broken heavy pieces and steel balls, which proves that these things have not broken Ding Yi's defense.

Ding Yi's injury is much lighter than mine? There was a terrible feeling in Uncle Xing's mind.

"Ah," he screamed in a low voice, moving slowly, first leaning against the wall, and then supporting himself with his broken arm.

At this time, he had only one idea: if Ding Yi didn't die, would he kill his own young master.

"Do you have any last words?" Just as he struggled to stand up, Ding Yi in the distance suddenly laughed.

Ding Yi slowly got up, stood up, then lowered his head, pulled out the broken heavy pieces and steel balls, and threw them to the ground.

Uncle Xing has been stunned.

"Where's your grenade from?" Uncle Xing can't even imagine that the grenade that Ding Yi felt just now?

"Is that your last word?" Ding Yi laughs and staggers to him.

Card, card, he raised his hand and a pistol appeared on it.

It's like magic, out of thin air.

"Si" Uncle Xing was almost scared out of his mind.

"Bang" bullet through his forehead, he opened his eyes, dead fell.

He fell to the ground, convulsing.

He looks at Ding Yi very reluctantly.

He has always despised firearms, but today, he lost to them.

"Bang" Ding Yi is afraid that he won't die, so he shoots him in the heart again.

Uncle Xing was shocked again and finally died.

"Hu" Ding Yi sits on the ground like a load.

More than one thousand meters away, two off-road vehicles have been full of things, both of which are not much bigger than fists.

These jadeite stones were specially purchased by Dong Shao from the Kachin new democratic army. Each one was carefully selected and sold well.

As for whether there is jadeite in it, he doesn't care.

Because when he goes back, he will sell the original stone. It doesn't matter if there is jadeite in it.

"Why hasn't uncle Xing come back yet?" Dong Shao is surrounded by a valet who looks at the distance.

"I thought I heard an explosion just now." Dong Shao frowned.

However, as soon as his voice fell, the explosion came from three directions in all directions.

There are wars in many places here, and the sound of guns and explosions is really common.

"Let's go first. The boy is a bit cunning. He may have run away. My father should go after him." The son of Uncle Xing said.

"With Uncle Xing's Kung Fu, unless he is surrounded by a regiment and heavy weapons, the boy can be captured by hand." Dong Shao's followers.

"Uncle Xing, of course, I can rest assured, but do we want to wait?" There is something wrong with Dong shaojue. They have been away for too long.

"Let's go first. I believe my dad. Let's wait for him in the front. He knows we're going there anyway."

"Yes, Dong Shao. It's a long night. What if we meet some warlords who don't have eyes and rob our goods?" Dong Shao follows the class.

"Well, let's go first." Dong Shao was moved by them, nodded, and the two SUVs started.

Uncle Xing's son drives one, and the valet drives one.

Several new democratic army sergeants waved to them, saying goodbye.

"These idiots don't know how to develop the economy, they only know how to fight. They deserve to be so poor." Dong Shao sat in the car and looked around with a cold smile.

"It can't be said that if someone wants to unify all warlords, northern Myanmar is still a good place, rich in products, tenacious in people's style, and can develop with peace of mind for 20 years. It's possible that northern Myanmar will be richer than Thailand." The son of Xing Shu, who was driving, said with a smile.

He said it himself, but he didn't find that Dong Shao's face was very ugly, because he was refuting Dong Shao.

"Unfortunately, there are no generals in northern Myanmar." Dong Shaoyin said.

The general he talked about is the master of the top six masters in the University, the traitor of Quanzhen sect, and the "general" of the Security Bureau.

In such a chaotic place in northern Myanmar, only the generals can unify all kinds of warlords and integrate the forces of the whole country.

"The general has a long-term vision, plans strategies and arranges in many ways. I believe it will not take many years to subdue all warlords. By then, northern Myanmar will be in our pocket. Even if there are changes in the country, it is possible for the general to come out and become an independent country. Hahaha." Uncle Xing's son continued to laugh.

"Shut up." Dong Shao is really angry.

Uncle Xing's son was scared and looked at him in horror‘

"I've said many times, don't talk nonsense outside. Now with the development of science and technology, you must be careful when you do things. If you spread such treacherous words to those who want to do it, you're not asking for trouble."

Uncle Xing is a hero. How can his son be so useless? Dong Shao looks at him discontentedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dong Shao. I'll never dare again. I was wrong Uncle Xing's son repeatedly admitted his mistake.

Hum, Dong Shao was silent and looked around.

There was a lot of gunfire all around, but it was a good place.

If we can have a foothold here and grasp the situation, Dong Shaoyue will be more satisfied.

More than two hours later, two off-road vehicles entered a small military base.

This is still the territory of the new democratic army.

There are not many people in the base. There is only one company to guard a warehouse.

When they arrived, they had a rest and were waiting for the helicopter to arrive.

"So many, can't you fit it?" Dong Shao looks at the two cars of the original stone.

"It's all small pieces. It doesn't add up to much. It should be OK." Uncle Xing's son whispered, and then kept looking away. His father uncle Xing hasn't come yet.

But think about it, the speed of their car should be far faster than uncle Xing's walking speed, and they can wait.

"You say, how will Ding Yi die?" Dong Shao suddenly thought of Ding Yi's death.

"My father easily won't deal with those who are much worse than him. Most of them will ask Ding Yi to commit suicide?" Uncle Xing's son was right.

"The boy didn't want to be so fatalistic."

"He's going to die, whether he knows his life or not."

"If you offend Dong Shao, he will die. Even if he doesn't die here, he will die back home."

Dong Shao smiles: "it's a pity that I didn't go with him just now. I'm a little more comfortable after I killed this son of a bitch myself."

"This kind of waste dirties Dong Shao's hands."

Three people are communicating, suddenly a distant voice came.

"Then I'll give you another chance."

Ding Yi's face changed when they heard the voice.

Dong Shao's valet sat in the car and turned to look at the other side.

Bang, his head broke on the spot like a watermelon.

Standing outside the car, Dong Shao, who was smoking, saw a cold light smashing his companion's head, wheezing and nailing it into his chest.

"Ah," he screamed. He flew up at the same time. After nearly five or six meters, he was nailed to the wall of a warehouse on the side.

He looked down, a long gun, first pierced his companion's head, then pierced his chest, and finally nailed him to the wall.