World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 289

I slammed the door of the truck, and the whole person stepped aside, leaning on the door and barely hanging outside.

There was a loud "click".

The glass cracked.

If the goddess scattered flowers.

Half of the black coffin had passed through the windshield and was firmly inserted into the front of the car. The whole coffin was still shaking.

The truck has been turned off.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

When the truck was about to rush over and hit them just now, the commander was able to be so calm, and in a fighting posture, he forced the truck to stop by entering the car through the coffin.

I met a top player today!
On the hillside, Sanheizi had already started fighting with others.

I ignored the group of people in front of me, quickly climbed onto the roof of the truck, jumped off the roof, and ran towards the hillside.

All the men in white clothes and plain hats came after me.

The heavy rain is torrential, flying feet stepping on the water, and rushing in plain clothes.

after many years.

When I recalled the scene of shooting the cannon to seize the treasure at that time, I still have a sense of heroism and heroism in my heart.

Suddenly!

With a loud shout, I quickly killed a carbine, grabbed the steel rod in the hand of the person closest to me with my backhand, and hit it with the whip leg. The person was caught off guard, screamed miserably, and fell backwards.

The group of people in the back charged too fast, and after this person was knocked backward, the people who were chasing uphill were tossed and wrestled by his body.

I picked up the steel rod, and like a wolf descending the mountain, I jumped towards the commander and smashed it.

There is no chance of winning!

Right now, only by coercing the commander can he survive.

"Bang Dang" sounded.

The steel rod in the commander's hand is forced upwards.

The two sticks meet.

Sparks fly in the rain.

He took two steps back.

My jaw suddenly went numb, and I almost lost the steel rod in my hand.

This is the most powerful opponent I have ever encountered!
Fatty Xiao, Uncle Wang, Shopkeeper Song...

Not as good as him!

On the contrary, this aroused my extremely strong fighting spirit.

Take a steel rod to get off the phone.

Taking advantage of the favorable terrain, I swung my backhand suddenly.

The steel rod was like a sharp arrow flying through the rain, heading straight for his face.

at the same time.

I rushed forward with a lightning-fast posture, and the dagger in my hand rushed to his throat.

During the fierce battle, he suddenly took the initiative to throw away the weapon.

This is a desperate way to play.

Once it fails.

Will die without a place to bury.

But last time I relied on this trick to make Uncle Wang stunned for a moment, and won a chance to subdue Uncle Wang, a master of eighth-level boxing.

What I never expected is.

When the opponent saw this, although his face changed abruptly, he also threw the stick out of his hand and pulled it out suddenly. The two steel sticks met again, and with a "bang", they bounced off each other and fell several meters away.But at this moment, the opponent risked his throat being pierced, and didn't dodge at all. A steel needle popped out of his hand, and it suddenly hit my heart.

Between life and death!

Neither of them dared to move in the rainstorm.

If we each advance an inch, we will all fall to the ground and die at the same time.

Looks evenly divided.

in fact.

I failed.

My purpose is to subdue and coerce him, and let San Heizi and others leave.

But the purpose was not achieved.

Did not achieve the goal.

It is a failure!

They are many.

Soon we will all be subdued.

Although Sanheizi and the others fought frantically on the hillside relying on the favorable terrain, they could hardly hold on any longer.

A thunderstorm struck.

The lightning in the sky is like a silver snake flying.Instantly lighting up our faces.

"Su Chen!"

"Mr. Cui!"

almost simultaneously.

We all called out each other's names in amazement.

Mr. Cui could recognize me because although I put on simple makeup before I came, but just now when I was fighting in the heavy rain, the makeup has been completely changed, revealing my true colors.

And the reason why I can recognize him is because he was wearing white clothes and a plain hat before, and he was indistinguishable from the people around him. Moreover, the few words he shouted just now obviously changed his voice on purpose. In the dark, it is impossible to distinguish .But at this time, his plain hat had been removed, and under the lightning, the close distance was enough to confirm it.

"Stop hitting me, my own!"

We yelled almost simultaneously again.

When everyone on the hillside heard the words, they stopped their hands immediately and were very surprised.

Mr. Cui looked very excited: "I said that I have never met such a fierce wolf king in the past ten years. I dare say it is you!"

I asked, "Why are you here?!"

Mr. Cui replied: "This is not a place to talk, come with me!"

This is really not the place to talk.

The hillside is seven or eight kilometers away from the treasure hunting place. If we stay here all the time, those subordinates will come if we don’t have enough wind.

They are not opponents.

But the treasure was lost, and they suffered such a great humiliation, they would definitely fight for their lives.

Make time to deal with them.

Meaningless.

I was thinking about how to give the tripod to Mr. Xu.

But as the saying goes, there is nowhere to find if you walk through the iron shoes. Unexpectedly, Mr. Cui would kill halfway, carry the coffin here and shoot the ground cannon to win the treasure.

Mr. Cui is the god-like bodyguard beside Mr. Xu.

he came.

It proves that Mr. Xu has also come to Shanghai.

We walked quickly up the hill.

San Heizi and the others suffered a lot of injuries, but they also gritted their teeth and followed us through the rain.

Walked forward for more than half an hour.

Through a dense forest.

Everyone came to an abandoned brick factory.

Mr. Cui stopped.

The ground of the abandoned brick-burning factory is full of canned food, ham sausage packaging and leftover instant noodle barrels.

Judging from these circumstances.

Mr. Cui and others have been waiting here for at least three or four days.

We wiped the rain off our bodies.

San Heizi's forehead was broken and was bleeding.

Mr. Cui's men brought him hemostatic powder.

San Heizi immediately raised his hand to stop it, his eyes were stern, and his expression was a little unhappy: "No need! It means that my boss won't let you fight, otherwise I will pick a group of you, and you may not lose!"

After speaking.

San Heizi grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and pasted it on the wound.

Mr. Cui said: "Everyone go to the kiln to rest for a while, I have something to say to Mr. Su."

When Mr. Cui's subordinates heard the news, they went immediately.

But San Heizi and the others didn't move, he was still holding the tin box tightly in his hand.

I said, "You guys go too."

After hearing what San Heizi said, he called his senior brother to go.

Mr. Cui looked at the backs of San Heizi and the others, with a look of admiration on his face, and asked, "With you?"

I replied, "Not yet."

Mr. Cui nodded: "Iron-blooded man, he fought so fiercely, but still kept his hands on the treasure chest! These people's kung fu should all come from Songshan Mountain, really good!"

I said, "Good eyesight."

Mr. Cui asked: "When did you come to Shanghai, and you also participated in this matter?"

I said: "The specific reason is complicated, what about Mr. Xu?"

Mr. Cui replied: "He is leading an archaeological team in Yang City, Henan Province."

I asked, "You're not with Mr. Xu, why are you here?"

Mr. Cui said: "This matter is very sad to say, it can be said that it is not an exaggeration to say that Mr. Xu has been humiliated all his life."

I frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)