Darkwalker of the Sky World

"Ma Zhanlin, take care of you, don't run around, hurry up and set up a tent."

"Su Zhuang, come and take a look at my car. When I entered the valley, I found something was wrong."

"Daz, you don't need to help set up the tent, take two people to eat quickly and guard at the mouth of the valley."

Zhou Zhen quickly locked onto a thin middle-aged man. He was not the leader who had appeared in the movie, but he was also the leader of this group of people based on his status.

Zhou Zhen counted the number of people. There were seven people with guns, ten migrant workers, and a few who didn't have guns in their hands, so their identities could not be determined for the time being.

The cars are arranged in a fan shape, and the rear of the cars faces the campsite, which can be used as a barrier.

But for Zhou Zhen, who was hiding behind them, they were targets.

Moreover, they were also exposed to the sight of Budding on the hillside, just not sure whether Budding dared to shoot.

To deal with these few people, Zhou Zhen doesn't have to count on Budding.

He set the gun gently and aimed it at the middle-aged leader.

There was obviously something wrong with his jeep and asked a young man to come over and fix the car.

He also stayed at the front of the car, only showing half of his figure occasionally.

On the camp side, the migrant workers quickly set up two tents and started living in the original nests, setting up pots.

The seven gunmen were scattered around, precisely because they were on the periphery, they were not in Zhou Zhen's sight.

Zhou Zhen waited patiently until the middle-aged leader, holding a broken belt in his hand, cursed and came under the carriage of one of the trucks, trying to find a spare belt from the toolbox.

Zhou Zhen aimed his head and pulled the trigger.

He fell to the ground, his limbs began to twitch.

The gunfire made everyone in the camp stunned. Zhou Zhen shouted: "Western Mountain Patrol Team, hand in the gun and don't kill."

As soon as Zhou Zhen's voice sounded, a young man cursed: "Fuck your mother, pay my second brother..."

As soon as his muzzle was raised, Zhou Zhen fired another shot, smashing his head into a rotten watermelon.

At this time, all the migrant workers squatted on the ground one by one, and Zhou Zhen was helpless because several gunmen were hiding behind the car.

The opponent's gunfire also rang, and the stone where Zhou Zhen was hiding was hit by dozens of bullets in a short while.

Zhou Zhen was lying in the pit, unable to raise his head at all. The land in front of him was also dusty.

But they were not professional soldiers, and the bullets were shot quickly. Taking advantage of the gap between them to change the bullets, Zhou Zhen raised his head again, and shot a gunner who was exposed.

"Come on, draft it, see who is ruthless!"

Not only did the third gunman who fell did not make them afraid, one of the gunmen lay behind the tent and shouted: "If you dare to shoot, I will kill Ma Zhanlin and the others to see who is afraid of whom!"

Zhou Zhen doesn't care about these migrant workers. This is not the real world. Will they be threatened by hostages?

However, Zhou Zhen felt disappointed for a while, because Budding and the others had not dared to shoot.

As long as they shoot, even if they don't hit anyone, they can still attract the attention of the gunmen.

The remaining gunmen began to scream. "Put down the gun and come out! Otherwise I will kill the migrant workers."

Zhou Zhen ignored it and started searching for the gunman in the dusty camp.

"Get up, get up on the dog day. Otherwise, I will shoot."

With a gunshot, the gunman fired at the migrant workers. A man in his forties was shot in the thigh by the gunman and started howling miserably while holding his leg.

The other migrant workers dared not lie down on the ground anymore and could only sit up one by one.

At this moment, Buding finally fired. At a distance of more than two hundred meters, he shot a gunman who was hiding behind the car, and the other party also screamed.

Another voice yelled: "Old Qi, Huzi, go drive! Get out!"

The gale blew away the dust in front of Zhou Zhen and saw two migrant workers being dragged by two gunmen and bypassing the car.

Soon, the two jeeps started up. The dust is too large, and the distance is so far. Zhou Zhen can't tell whose legs are from under the car.

The two jeeps started quickly, and when Zhou Zhen chased them out, they had already started to run.

Both trucks of Tibetan antelope skins were left, and only two jeeps ran.

Zhou Zhen counted the number of people. Ten migrant workers were there. Zhou Zhen and the others killed three and injured one gunman, which was fourteen.

There are still seven people on the other side.

"Don't move, I will kill anyone who moves."

The familiar old face in the movie lifted up. "Are you from Ritai?"

Zhou Zhen didn't have the slightest affection for this cunning old man, and said coldly, "No matter who you are, don't even want to run this time."

"Shanzi will die if he doesn't save him."

Zhou Zhen ignored him and shouted at the hillside: "Don't hurry down!"

Seeing Zhou Zhen's acquiescence, several migrant workers immediately tore open the pants from which their companions had been shot, and checked them.

They don't have the fear of ordinary people, they are all old fritters, maybe they are numb by the torment of life.

Liu Dong and the others rushed down the mountain from the stronghold, but Budding's gun fell, and they climbed up to pick up the gun.

"The mob." Zhou Zhen murmured, but he didn't expect much of them in his heart.

When the two of them ran over, Zhou Zhen said, "Handcuff them all."

At this time, Liu Dong was very brave and opened his jacket to reveal a bunch of handcuffs.

Two people were left to take care of the wounded person, and the others were handcuffed to two people by one handcuff, making a bunch of handcuffs.

Zhou Zhen knew that Ma Zhanlin had a handcuff key on his body, came to him, tore his collar, and the handcuff key fell to the ground.

Seeing Zhou Zhen's cold eyes, he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Zhou Zhen.

Want to squeeze out a smile, but it's uglier than crying.

The injured migrant worker had better luck than the young man in the movie. The bullet shot through his thigh without injuring the aorta. A bandage can save his life.

After Buding and Liu Dong handcuffed everyone, Zhou Zhen stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the car key."

Liu Dong looked at the sky. "It's getting dark..."

"Guard them and let them cook. The other party's car didn't refuel, and the gas should be running out. I will come back for dinner after the chase."

Liu Dong dared not say any more, and pointed to the injured gunman. "What about him?"

Zhou Zhen walked in front of the gunman. He was already unable to toss, lying on the icy frozen ground, looking at Zhou Zhen imploringly.

Zhou Zhen picked up his AK. This gun was older than the Bayi Bar, at least 20 to 30 years old, and not as good as the Bayi Bar in his hand.

"Check his injury. There is medicine in the car. It depends on his life." Zhou Zhen looked back at Liu Dong and said, "You two put your guns away. Don't let anyone **** them. I'll be back soon. ."

Asking for a shuttle of bullets, Zhou Zhen ran to the place where he parked quickly, trying to catch up with the gang before dark.

Zhou Zhen only felt refreshed when he drove into the car.

He actually wanted to get rid of everyone a long time ago. He doesn't need to hide or cover up when he does things alone. It's much more refreshing.

The car has been driving along the rugged frozen ground, in the valley, there is no fear of getting lost.

The car chased forward for seven or eight kilometers, and out of the valley, with a sweeping gentle **** in front of him, with a drop of at least one kilometer.

A zigzag dirt road marks the direction of progress.

In the setting sun, several small rivers glowed with golden light.

Seeing this scene before him, Zhou Zhen's heart seemed to be much broader.

At a zigzag corner, Zhou Zhen found something, which seemed to be a car overturning there.

He immediately speeded up and chased after him.

It's not the opponent's car, but a truck that has tipped over for at least a year, and it's not corroding everywhere.

Seeing that the sunset was about to set, Zhou Zhen hesitated, but decided not to chase after him.

The other party doesn't have much oil and can't run far, but once it gets dark and the weather on the plateau is unpredictable, if he gets lost, it will delay things even more.

Just don't get lost. After dark, if you can't see the road clearly, the car may fall into the mud at any time.

Back at the camp, both tents had been set up, and a bonfire was lit, roasting the meat of Tibetan antelope.

Seeing Zhou Zhen coming back without a smile on his face, they knew that Zhou Zhen hadn't caught up with him.

Liu Dong handed over a freshly roasted Tibetan antelope hind legs, Zhou Zhen nodded with him, sat down by the campfire, took out a knife, and started eating.

The meat of Tibetan antelope is more delicious than Zhou Zhen thought. The meat is fresh and tender, similar to mutton, but without the fishy smell.

However, their fur is more valuable. These poachers kill Tibetan antelopes not for food, but for the cashmere called soft gold on them.

"Are you clear, how many people are there in the other party?"

"Twenty-three, there are still nineteen."

Zhou Zhen asked again: "Has the materials on the car been counted?"

"The sheepskins haven't been ordered yet, there are always thousands of them. In addition to the sheepskins, there are still a few barrels of oil and food."

"Tomorrow, we will count all the supplies and wait for them here."

"good."

The original lively atmosphere became somewhat depressed because of Zhou Zhen's return.

Although these migrant workers did not change after repeated instruction, they were already familiar with the mountain patrol team. If the fine was fined, it would not involve human life. I saw Zhou Zhen who was so unreasonable there and killed three people directly.

At first they dared to make jokes with Liu Dong and Buding, but now they dare not say a word.

Budding had been guarding the poacher who was wounded by him. His small-caliber rifle hit the man's waist, and now the bullet was in his stomach.

Seeing Zhou Zhen coming back, he hesitated for a while and said: "Tomorrow I want to send the two wounded down the mountain first..."

He who has never killed anyone now looks very self-blaming and depressed.

Zhou Zhen said: "When it's dawn, Ritai and the others should come. These two wagons will also be transported. You will go back together at that time."

"good."

After eating half a leg of lamb, Zhou Zhen drank another bowl of butter tea, feeling that he would grow three kilograms of meat.

After eating and drinking, he came to the side of the migrant workers, his muzzle swept around them, and everyone was trembling.

Zhou Zhen said: "I will send you down the mountain tomorrow. If you want to run, I will never care. If you want to take a gun, I will first think about whether my gun will let you go."