No matter where the two people were fetching water from the Soyo River, Zhou Jiping was absolutely sure that they would be able to deal with them. If he was lucky, there was a possibility of capturing them alive. You know, Highland No. 1 controls the northern section of Soyo Town.
Although Zhou Jiping is not very familiar with the gun in his hand, as long as he fires a shot, he can quickly understand the status of the m21 in his hand based on his feel. In this way, even if precision shooting cannot be carried out, people who want to escape at a distance of 300 meters can
The possibility no longer exists
Running in the bushes is not an easy task, and it is even more difficult to choose the right place to put your feet, so as not to make loud noises and expose your traces. Fortunately, Zhou Jiping and Pengre are both experts in this area.
One after the other, it took only seven or eight minutes to complete the nearly 1,500-meter forest mountain road and arrived at the northernmost part of Highland No. 1.
Opportunity! Through the sparse trees at the foot of the mountain, Zhou Jiping saw the four-wheeled motorcycle from a distance. At this moment, it was parked beside a small patch of woods growing by the river. A white man was leaning on the driver's seat of the motorcycle, leisurely.
They were enjoying the coolness under the shade of the trees. The motor of the motorcycle was still humming. The other white man and the two plastic buckets were gone. He was probably fetching water from the river. The location was too low to see.
Zhou Jiping and Pengre looked at each other and instantly understood the meaning in each other's eyes - at this time, words seemed to be superfluous. The two paused for a moment, and then, under the cover of the sound of the motor, walked out of the foot of the mountain.
The forest is past the back side of the small forest growing by the river.
The woods were not very dense. Zhou Jiping and Peng Re sneaked in low profile and approached the four-wheeled motorcycle. Fortunately, they had the cover of the motorcycle's motor. Even if they made a little noise, they didn't have to worry about being noticed by the other party. So it didn't take long for the two of them to reach the motorcycle.
car side rear
The white man leaning on the driver's seat was a middle-aged man, with a pair of glasses on his slightly fat face. At this time, he was looking at the ripples caused by the water fetcher on the river, and was lost in thought. Suddenly, from behind him, "
Two brown-black arms grew out. The straw sandal held in one hand suddenly covered the middle-aged white man's mouth and nose, and the other arm dragged him out of the driver's seat. The motor continued to roar.
The middle-aged white man only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he was pressed to the ground before he could react. At this moment, his mouth and nose were blocked and he could not breathe. He struggled a few times instinctively, but had to stop abruptly because
He saw an Asian man staring at him with a solemn face in front of him. A sharp knife in his hand was pressed firmly against his throat, and the index finger of the Asian man's other hand was at his lips.
make a silent gesture
Seeing the middle-aged white man nodding and blinking, indicating that he would not make a sound, Zhou Jiping motioned to Peng Re to let go of him. As soon as the straw sandals were removed, the white man exhaled with difficulty, and his whole body quickly shrank.
Before the white man had time to think about anything else, Zhou Jiping had quickly taken off the white man's belt and shoelaces and tied the white man up in a short time. Then he and Peng Re worked together to drag the white man behind the bushes.
"Mr. Francois, the water is ready, bring the car over!" Another white man called from the riverside
After a while, the sound of the motorcycle motor was still there, but there was no other movement.
"Mr. Francois? Mr. Francois? Where are you?" The white man was talking and had already walked towards the four-wheeled motorcycle, as if he was preparing to drive the motorcycle over to pull water. Listening to his voice, he did not
Private vigilance - soon he will have it
A native stood up from the motorcycle, holding a sharp knife in his hand, and was looking at him eagerly. The white man was stunned at first, then obviously frightened, and took a big step back. But when he saw
When the native only had a knife in his hand, he quickly calmed down again
Without thinking about the fate of Mr. Francois, Larson quickly slipped the gun belt from his shoulder and prepared to subdue this ungrateful native. However, he completely failed to notice that the native in front of him was looking at him with a playful look.
It wasn't until he pointed the gun at Peng Re that he noticed the traitor in Peng Re's expression.
"Damn barbarian! This is a gun! You are looking for death!" Larson said to himself in English, completely regardless of whether the other party understood or not.
"You know this is a gun? Really! I thought you weren't afraid of death!" Another English-speaking voice sounded in Larson's ear. At the same time, Larson felt something hard on the back of his neck.
Until then, Larson felt something strange about the gun in his hand. He lowered his head slightly and saw that a light-colored finger, which only yellow people have, had been stuffed behind his trigger at some point.
That is to say, no matter what, I have no chance to pull the trigger.
Zhou Jiping took the assault rifle from the petrified Larson and handed it to Pengre, who was smiling. Then, he kicked Larson in the crook of the leg and knocked Larson to the ground.
The M21 continued to press firmly against the back of Larson's neck, causing Larson to lie on his side and tremble involuntarily.