Perhaps this is the essential difference between Buck and Xiang Wan, and it is also different from the CIA agents and the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs that Buck has seen before.

He was a grassroots mercenary. He never relied on the habit of relying on the country or the huge organization, nor did he rely on support to act. Many small mercenary companies can only rely on themselves, and even have little assistance between industries. Now Southeast Asia is completely useless for the underground relations established in Eastern Europe before.

So Buck knew that as long as he showed his shadow on the matter of Xinjiang, the national security department in southern Xinjiang represented by Kuang Wei would find Maisle anyway, so Buck was a little hesitant.

At this moment, Amman suddenly said: "Stop! The car in front has stopped..." Buck, who stuck himself between the front seats, turned around and frowned at the navigation phone. The red triangle dot really paused in a town in front, and it was more than 30 kilometers away from Maisle and seemed smaller. Buck used his hand to signal Amman to continue moving forward.

The muzzle was slightly raised, and the hyena lifted Lao Song up. Before the other party opened his eyes nervously, he stuffed his face down into the second row of seats and placed his leg space horizontally, stepped on the other party casually, pulled open his and Buck's mountaineering bag, took out the two rifles and about ten magazines inside and placed them on the seats, and prepared to open fire and fight.

Buck also raised his head and opened the skylight. He sat next to the hyena. He grabbed the g36c and pulled the magazine. He checked the chamber and trigger and told Amman: "Don't worry, keep the speed and pass through it steadily..."

A little unexpected, I saw the silver-gray van parked at the intersection of the street from a distance, surrounded by a large number of Chinese people, quarreling loudly with the Victorians. Buck slipped himself under his seat and hid half of the window glass. When Amman was terrified and drove the off-road vehicle by passing the van, a clear Chinese noise came in: "Old Song was taken away after trading with you! It's not that it has something to do with you, who else? Hand over the person! Otherwise, no one else would leave!"

"Why do you want to tell them so much? Kill two of them first! Let's see if they say it!"

The sound of pulling the gun bolt is particularly arrogant, and it also has a very obvious intimidation.

Buck glanced out of the crack in the car window. The two bearded men under the car were full of panic. Facing the muzzles of several black pistols in front of them, he was at a loss and defended himself in Chinese with a tone: "We don't know... I don't know what Lao Song is doing! We are here to pick up the goods, we gave the money, don't you want to cheat, right?"

For a moment, Buck wanted to extend his short assault rifle directly from the window. Anyway, these Golden Triangle men who danced guns and rods were not good men and women. As for these Uighurs, they were likely to involve terrifying separatist actions, and it was not worth mercy to kill them.

But looking at the children watching the fun, one of the little girls was about the same age as Katyusha. They barely held their brothers and sisters curiously standing on the ridge to look at this fresh world.

Once again, Buck, who had just become a father, held back and silently said to himself: "There are more than ten accomplices... none of them can run away, let's go and follow them..."

The off-road vehicle passed by slowly, but just as most of the body had crossed the street, someone suddenly shouted: "Toyota off-road vehicle! Not to mention the phone, it's a Toyota off-road vehicle. Did a Toyota off-road vehicle with no spare tires behind it, and did Lao Song leave?! Stop! Stop!"

Seven or eight people rushed onto the road immediately, waved their pistols and shot at the rear of the off-road vehicle!

The quiet mountainous area is immediately filled with crisp gunfire!

With a bang, a pistol bullet shattered the rear window glass with a mesh crack and then broke through the roof!

Buck reached out to slap Amman on the shoulder and urged him to cheer for a sprint, while reaching out to the trunk to flip the spare tire as a shield!

However, the hyena continued to hold the cigarette indifferently, threw away the powerful AK rifle in her hand, pulled out its SV99, opened the folding support and adjusted it slightly, put her chin on the buttstock comfortably, and leaned out of the skylight to shoot!

The almost silent shooting had extremely high accuracy. From the close range of Buck, it sounded like a kiss between lovers. The gunmen fell down one after another, but the small-caliber rifle bullets did not hit the vital point, causing the chance of death to be killed, so the gunmen rolled all over the ground!

The noise was immediately attracted all the attention here, and he stared at the six or seven gunmen who fell down with bullets and shots, and all the pistols were thrown beside him!

Someone rushed over to pick up the gun. The hyena quickly cleared the ten rounds of magazines, and then dropped one or two shots. The off-road vehicle ran away in a flash!

At this time, Buck, who was holding the tires in his hand, saw the Victorians suddenly taking the opportunity to start the van, rushing around, lying on the ground, and directly jumping and jogging over the human body, running around!

The short gun battle was very rapid, only more than ten seconds before and after. The precise shooting of the hyena at twenty or thirty meters distance greatly shocked these Golden Triangle people who had always thought they were incredible. The subsequent crush made them furious, but they had to carry the wounded away to treat them before the vehicles could be chased out!

Buck looked at the hyena who was squatting down to change the magazine, and had an idea: "Slow down and put the van in front, and we'll cover the car."

If he had connected two g36c magazines in parallel, he held the rifle and poked his head out of the skylight. The hyena held the spare tire and was naughtyly gestured to Buck's crotch!

Amman seemed to have gradually adapted to such a tense moment, and was able to reduce the speed from sixty or seventy to about thirty. When the people in the van were passing by the off-road vehicle with shouts, Buck also waved at them with a smile and signaled to leave first, showing the rifle in his hand to them backwards.

In less than a minute, two pickup trucks and cars caught up with each other in a fierce manner. Perhaps relying on their familiarity with the terrain, perhaps more of a chasing attitude, they soon appeared on the road more than 100 meters behind the off-road vehicle. With the help of the terrain vegetation that kept turning, they quickly shortened the pursuit distance. The hyena began to calmly instill in Amman: "If I push your shoulders, you will accelerate, and if you pull your shoulders, you will slow down. Do you understand?"

Buck tried to shrink his neck and expose his upper body for a little while, and made a gesture of clenching his fists on the hyena with his left hand. The guy picked up the AK rifle and put it on the back of the seat. If the SV99 is an embroidery needle, the King of Gun King is the hot temper.

When the two cars finally appeared in the rear view again, and the body that was protruding out was trying hard to control the swing and attempt to aim, Buck pulled the trigger first!

It feels a bit like waiting for the rabbit to be happy.

The gunshot of g36c is a bit short, even if it shoots three times in a row, it still looks very irritable and impatient!

The ak rifle is like a singer singing harmony. He chose the time point and just added it when Buck finished shooting a magazine with a point shot, without any gap!

Break the rear window glass to pieces!

Then Buck took a leisurely replacement for the new magazine, and picked up the hyena and used a point shot to clear the magazine!

Skillful suppression relay!

The rhythmic gunfire echoes on the mountain road!

There was only a few shots behind him that he had no time to respond weakly, and the front of the car was smashed to pieces, and he rolled down the roadbed and rushed into the ditch!

Buck brushed off the shell on the roof of the car, squatted down with the smell of choking smoke, and patted Amman on the shoulder: "Accelerate... approach that triangle."

Sure enough, the van on the mobile phone screen was waiting at the fork in front of the road!
Chapter completed!