Shortly after Chen Xing and the others left, a large number of ATVs, dragging billowing smoke and dust, rushed over menacingly and surrounded the caravan. At a glance, there were thirty or forty vehicles. Except for the driver, there was a person on each vehicle.

Two mercenaries armed with guns were seen yelling, shouting and booing at the caravan members.

"Raise your hands and kneel down!" "Kill them!" "Kill them!" "You bastards, I will dig out your hearts and livers!" "I will kick your butts!"

Looking at the ferocious mercenaries, the fat leader had cold sweat on his forehead. He raised his hands high and knelt on the ground, trembling. The others also knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe a single breath.

The leader is a red off-road vehicle with a retro semi-cylindrical body, shiny paint, two wheels in the front and four wheels in the rear, a rear wing like an insect's membrane wings, and two front wheels similar to those of a container truck.

The exhaust pipe looks like an insect crawling on the ground.

Anyone who knows how to recognize goods can recognize it at a glance. This is a mid-to-high-end off-road vehicle from Hongtu Heavy Industry - the Armed Cricket. It is worth a lot of money, and a second-hand one costs more than 2,000 gold coins.

A fat and strong man got out of the car. He wore a dark green military cap on his head, and most of his face was covered by black sunglasses. He had a thick cigar in his mouth. He wore a camouflage short-sleeved shirt on his upper body and a striped shirt on his lower body.

Wearing suspenders and shorts, his face is unshaven, and the hair on his arms and calves is black and thick. There is a sense of majesty in his roughness.

He glanced around, his eyes scanning everyone's body, making people shudder even through his sunglasses.

After a while, the mercenary leader put his hands on his hips, spit out his cigar, and asked in a rough voice, "Who is the person in charge here?"

Perhaps because he was too scared, no one answered for a long time.

"Who!" the mercenary leader said in a serious tone. The caravan accountant who was kneeling on the ground immediately pushed the fat leader. The latter woke up in surprise and said quickly, "It's me, it's me..."

The mercenary leader strode over, raised his big hand like a cattail fan, and slapped the fat leader on the face. With a "pop" sound, the fat leader fell to the ground, and his white and fat face became swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From white to red, then to black and blue.

"Where is the murderer of my people!" the mercenary leader asked in a deep voice.

"Let's go, let's go, I, we can't stop..." the fat leader said in a trembling voice, chewing blood in his mouth and slurring his words.

"What!" the mercenary leader became furious, and the fat leader collapsed on the ground in fear, covering his face with his hands, terrified.

A mercenary came over and said in the leader's ear, "We have already been chased."

After hearing the news, the mercenary leader's anger finally subsided a little, then he waved his hand and shouted, "Move it!"

After receiving the order, the mercenaries jumped out of the truck one after another and rummaged through the goods on the truck.

While waiting, the mercenary leader suddenly noticed the female mercenary kneeling in the crowd. His eyes suddenly lit up and he walked over with several subordinates.

A Qiaomu lowered her head and knelt on the ground with her hands raised. Suddenly she felt a darkness above her head. She raised her head subconsciously and saw a big, unshaven face. Perhaps it was a woman's sixth sense, when she saw the mercenary leader.

At that moment, despair showed in her eyes. Although it was fleeting, it was still captured by the other party.

The mercenary leader's mouth curved in a cruel arc, and he reached out to hold her chin, slowly lifting it up. The opponent's strength was so strong that her jaw hurt, and she had to stand up following the opponent's movements.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

The mercenary leader looked at it carefully and made a smacking sound.

Her bronze skin was shiny and shiny, as if she had applied a layer of sunscreen. She had a mature and well-built figure, which was clearly the result of years of fighting. Although her appearance could only be considered average, there was a sense of mature womanliness between her brows.

It is this charm that elevates her overall appearance to the upper-middle level. Even in bars in big cities, she is still a hot commodity.

Feeling the malicious gaze, Aqiaomu opened his eyes and glared at the mercenary leader.

It's okay if he doesn't glare, but a glare arouses the mercenary leader's desire to conquer. He likes such tough, fierce, and wild women. He uses all kinds of means to completely defeat them and enjoy a huge sense of accomplishment.

The more he watched, the more satisfied he became. He let go of the other person's chin, grabbed a handful of the other person's plump breasts, and then looked at the other person's murderous eyes and praised, "What a good bitch."

"brute!"

Before A Qiaomu could break out, the white mercenary next to him broke out first. Along the way, he had already developed a huge affection for this sand people woman, but he didn't have the courage to confess her love yet. He couldn't watch his beloved woman being humiliated.

Unforgivable, he punched the mercenary leader.

The fist was fierce and powerful, but the moment it touched the mercenary leader's cheek, a trace of blue light flashed. It seemed as if he had suffered a huge repulsive force. There was still a centimeter gap between the fist and the face, and he could no longer move forward.

The mercenary leader snorted coldly and punched the white mercenary in the stomach. The white mercenary immediately covered his stomach and fell down. Several of his men swarmed up and smashed him with their rifle butts.

At this moment, Aqiaomu drew his knife and slashed it towards the mercenary leader's neck. He saw the mercenary leader grab the blade, and bursts of blue light appeared on his hand, spreading outward like ripples.

"Well……"

Aqiaomu drew her scimitar desperately, but did not move at all. Two mercenaries rushed up from behind and twisted her arms.

The mercenary leader showed a cruel smile, patted Aqiaomu's face gently, and said with a bit of mockery, "Little bitch, I promise..." He rubbed his hands, "Tonight will be an unforgettable night."

Then he pinched the bulge hard again.

"Quenching!"

Aqiaomu spat in the face of the mercenary leader. The latter suddenly looked like a furious lion, with a ferocious expression on his face, "You bitch, you will definitely pay for this!" He was breathing quickly, as if he was suppressing his anger.

, "I promise, you will regret it!"

"Take her away!" the mercenary leader shouted, and several mercenaries immediately escorted Arqiaomu onto the armed cricket.

The back seat of the Armed Cricket has two rows, which is very spacious and can accommodate five or six men. After a while, A Qiaomu was handcuffed behind his back and controlled in the car.

In the next twenty minutes, the mercenaries of the Black Eagle Group plundered the caravan's finances. However, they still obeyed the rules and did not touch the money in each person's blacklist except for cash, personal belongings and goods. This point

This reassured the fat leader a lot. As long as the other party still cares about his reputation, at least he won't do anything too cruel, and at least he will have no problem surviving.

"Come here." The mercenary leader waved to the fat leader. Although the fat leader was a little scared, he didn't dare to go over. He trotted up to the other party, nodded and bowed and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Alas..." the mercenary leader sighed, got a rag from somewhere, and pretended to wipe the dust from the other party's face.

The scene was indescribably weird. Both of them were fat, but one was fat and the other was fat.

The fat leader was flattered, but did not dare to speak. He lowered his hands and stood there honestly.

"I can't help it. Two brothers are dead, so it's hard to do business." The mercenary leader said, looking embarrassed, as if they were the ones who were wronged.

"Yes, yes, brother is right." The fat leader nodded his head desperately like a chicken pecking at rice, for fear that the other party would not believe it.

"We will still be friends when we meet again." The mercenary leader stretched out his hand.

"Of course!" The fat man leader quickly held it, "These are the rules in the wilderness. Life is not easy, so please be considerate of each other..."
Chapter completed!