Chapter 2067 Blood Splash

As the Bodhisattva predicted, good things will be harder.

I don’t know if it was Augustus killed or if he was afraid of Zhao Heng’s combat effectiveness, Hemoli’s men did not pursue him strangely, allowing Zhao Heng and others to escape safely and safely. After walking down a road, even the police did not meet the police except for a few Philippine men and women riding motorcycles.

However, Jialan and the others soon found that the car had no gasoline and it took ten kilometers to survive. Moreover, it was not a single car. Almost every car sounded a fuel alarm. Obviously, Hemoli and the others were all smart people. In order to prevent the hostages from driving away, the car had never been filled with gas.

It takes seventy kilometers to die.

When Jialan and the others ran away, they only focused on staying away from the small village and did not focus on the amount of the gas meter. Therefore, when the car was facing a situation of shutting down, they wanted to find a gas station but couldn't even see people. The navigation display was also difficult to see the mark. The gas station was recently 50 kilometers away.

"Young Master Heng, no, the car will break down soon."

The Bodhisattva looked at the oil meter and then said to Zhao Heng: "If we don't find gasoline, we will probably have to walk dozens of kilometers. At that time, it will not only increase the risk of biting the other party, but also exhaust the hostages to death. The weather in the Philippines has made many people exhausted."

Jia Lan also pounded the steering wheel of the jeep and looked at the empty front: "If there are other vehicles on the road, even if we don't snatch other people's cars, we can still let the other party pour some gasoline, but there are not many birds, and there are no cars hijacking us."

"Maybe we can resign to Bada Village!"

The Bodhisattva pointed his finger at the village on the map, which was about fifteen kilometers away from here, and hesitated and said: "This is a private armed force supported by the Southern Division. There are a hundred men, women, young and old people. Nan Shao originally wanted to use their help, but Heng Shao said that he would not move the trump card first, so he did not transfer it."

When Zhao Heng's mouth slightly touched, the Bodhisattva added: "We are in a critical moment now. If they can help with some chances, the chances of getting out are very high. We can even hand the hostages over to them and then let the government troops come and take the people."

"Then go to Bada Village!"

Zhao Heng glanced at the oil gauge and could only nod. He was unwilling to use the Southern chess pieces, or private armed forces in the Philippines. But now there is no way out. He couldn't get out of the car and walk to the target town. In that case, he would probably die a lot of people on the way.

After receiving Zhao Heng's approval, the Bodhisattva immediately transferred the navigation to Bada Village and picked up the satellite phone to contact the Beijing. Five or six minutes later, he whispered to Zhao Heng: "Shao Nan is contacting the patriarch of Bada Village. He asked us to drive over and cheer up directly."

"The other party will do his best to help us."

Zhao Heng let out a long breath: "I hope everything goes well!"

The convoy quickly arrived at Bada Village, a village located on a hill, similar to the ancient Chinese mountain king village. It has a wide view from a high place. A concrete road leads to the village gate, followed by dozens of steps, and upwards are various dilapidated and low buildings.

The Bodhisattva then received a number informed by Nan Chanting Buddha, called and chatted for a few words before speaking to Zhao Heng: "Batha Village agreed to cheer us up, and they also prepared some food to reward us. The old patriarch wanted to show his gratitude when he saw him, so let's eat and replenish our supplies."

Zhao Heng frowned slightly: "Thank you?"

The Bodhisattva nodded: "Thank you!"

Zhao Heng didn't say anything else, but asked Nan Qingwan and the others to get out of the car and enter the village, and asked them to take weapons and be careful. At this time, he had seen many men and women in the village protruding their heads in his sight, watching them approaching slowly. Zhao Heng frowned and found that they had no weapons in their hands.

However, he bit his lips slightly and said nothing, but made a gesture to the Dark Assassin, letting him hide in the car and leaving three grenades for him. Then Zhao Heng fell behind and approached the village. The men and women of the village welcomed them in an extremely calm state, but several dogs barked wildly.

Nearly fifty people were lined up in a shape and began to shuttle through the village road like a long snake. None of these seventy kilometers caused any danger. Everything was following the planned route in advance. The kidnappers behind did not catch up, and the team began to have a relaxed atmosphere.

If they could throw away the guns in their hands, they would look more like a tourist tour or forest expedition team. Xixi also put the pistol back in her arms. Nan Qingwan glanced at her and said lightly: "We are still in the kidnapper area now, so we should hold the gun to protect ourselves."

"I have a pen in my hand, not a gun!"

Qianxi was not grateful to Nan Qingwan for saving herself, and always kept herself proud: "The pen is my weapon. I can only use the pen to shout for the world, and I will never use the gun to dirty my hands. I am a pure journalist and will never be confused with your personality."

Nan Qingwan's mouth curled up a joke, and she snorted coldly: "Don't forget that the life of your noble man is saved by us who are confused by personality. If it weren't for Zhao Heng, you were still locked in an iron cage. If it weren't for me to save your life, you would have been dead."

"What? Want to repay me with kindness?"

Xixi thrust her chest slightly and looked proud: "You can take my life again, but I want to make me grateful to you. I don't think there is anything wrong with what I did just now. I'm also for everyone's good. I think it's worth it to use you for dozens of hostages!"

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Heng: "Even if I lose my life, I will accept it. I will never abandon them in a cold blood like you. Look, Zhao Heng must have been moved, otherwise how could he order to take everyone away in the end? Nan Qingwan, this is the charm of personality."

"It can be impressed invisibly!"

Nan Qingwan narrowed her eyes slightly: "Personal Charm? You are a moral kidnapping. Zhao Heng and the others are here to save me. He has the right to choose to save you or not. He is not a public official in your country, nor does he have the salary from the LinkedIn government. Why should he increase the risk to save you?"

When Qianxi turned her head to the left, Nan Qingwan added: "Besides, you also have selfish thoughts. Rather than saying that you want others to survive, you would rather say that you want to live a life of your own, but you are embarrassed to express your desires and can only talk about the others."

"Reporter Xixi, you are hypocritical!"

Qianxi, wearing a camouflage uniform, touched the corners of her mouth twice. Nan Qingwan was stuck in the center and was difficult to argue. She raised her head and concealed her proudly. Then she smiled at the villagers who were protruding her head. At the same time, she was upset that she did not have a camera or a mobile phone in her hand, otherwise she could take some photos.

She quickly walked a few steps forward and looked at the men and women in the village with a smile on her face.

Zhao Heng held a pistol and pushed it slowly. His and Qianqian's eyes were extremely sharp, but the latter's eyes were used to discover beauty, and Zhao Heng's eyes were used to discover evil. The men and women in this village looked normal, but they didn't whistle because they appeared, but it was more of a kind of calm.

But it was because of this calm that Zhao Heng felt a little sad. For some reason, he could trust Nan Juan Buddha and Bodhisattva, but he was not at ease with the private armed forces supported by Nan Changshou. Perhaps because the grudges between the two sides were too deep, Zhao Heng always kept a little vigilant.

Thinking of this, he stood decisively next to the Bodhisattva, whispering indifferently. The body of the Bodhisattva, who was smiling, shook, and then quickly returned to calm. He took two steps forward and whispered to Jia Lan for a while. When the latter's eyes widened, the Bodhisattva came into contact with the other elites.

"Welcome, welcome!"

When Zhao Heng and his team were about to enter the village entrance, a loud and hoarse voice had already been heard from a distance. An old man, who was about 60 years old, was smiling at them in the middle of the village road with a cane. A distance of more than 30 meters, could make people feel the affection of the old man.

"Little boy, how are you?"

Perhaps feeling safe, Qianxi smiled and took two steps forward, reaching out to touch the head of a teenage child. However, before she touched her hair, Zhao Heng took a step forward from behind, and the mouth of her left hand was pressed against his head. Bang! A bullet pierced the boy's forehead at close range.

Blood splatters!

Zhao Hengli shouted: "Kill!"

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