Game of Destiny: This player is different

The negotiation process went very smoothly.

Amid the sound of chains dragging,

two sentries struggled to rotate the winch and raised the heavy steel gate.

"May Mother Earth protect you."

Qin Nuo pressed his chest with his right hand to express his sincere gratitude to the other party.

Then he put away the cart, got on the motorcycle, and drove towards the entrance of the passage.

The natives looked at each other, stunned for a few seconds, and then waved awkwardly in response.

Although they didn't understand the meaning of the words,

but judging from the actions, it should be some kind of thank-you etiquette, right?

When the players completely entered the passage,

the iron gate fell again with a "clang".

"Heh, it feels like closing the door to beat the dog."

Qin Nuo looked around and smiled evilly.

As long as you occupy the commanding heights in this kind of high and narrow steep terrain,

you can easily achieve the effect of "one man guarding the pass and ten thousand men unable to open it".

But...

He squinted at the equipment of several natives on the high ground.

Pistol grip, chrome-plated barrel, cylindrical sight muzzle, steel magazine,

Even ordinary netizens who don't know anything about firearms can call out the name immediately.

AK-47, the favorite of Middle Eastern gangsters and African black uncles.

This gun is durable, easy to maintain, and extremely easy to use.

Even gorillas can easily control and kill without any training.

If it were a low level,

Qin Nuo might be afraid of light thermal weapons.

But now is different from the past,

If the 730 close defense gun of the Unmanned Gate comes, he can't do anything to him.

"It's better not to have any crooked thoughts,

Otherwise, you will see what fatherly love is like a mountain today."

Qin Nuo rode his motorcycle slowly forward, looking calm.

But Lu Renjia, who was driving the blue pickup truck in the back, looked very nervous.

The hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, and his eyes rolled back and forth.

After all, once a conflict breaks out,

The driver is often the first to eat peanuts.

And he doesn't think the boss will protect him at the first time.

"I feel that these people are not very friendly." Qu Zhongding muttered softly, and couldn't help but tighten the lead pipe in his hand.

"No need to feel, it's okay."

The white man Han Meimei tightened his muscles and blocked the window with an explosion-proof shield.

The atmosphere gradually became depressing.

The man with a bandage and a headscarf on his head greedily glanced at the camouflage Dodge Tomahawk,

and Gao Wenwen, whose chest was bulging in the back seat of the pickup truck.

Finally, he looked at Qin Nuo's face, but was startled by the slightly provocative look under the bird-beak mask.

It seemed to be saying "Iron Juice, what are you looking at?"

The man reacted and was a little embarrassed.

He curled his lips and muttered: "Hey guys, are you really a caravan?"

"Of course."

Qin Nuo stopped the motorcycle with one foot on the ground, turned his head and replied:

"Our Train King Caravan has traveled all the way from north to south, and the main theme is sincerity.

We treat guests with sincerity and integrity, and have maintained a 100% user praise rate record so far.

No one dares to say it's bad after using it."

As he said this, he took out a pack of Marlboro from his pocket and threw a cigarette on it: "Come on, come on, we are guests when we meet, don't be polite and smoke casually."

The man looked down at the cigarette in his hand and was a little speechless.

We have 8 people after all,

You only give me 1 cigarette and you still say you can smoke casually?

A native next to him said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, since you are here to do business, you should know the rules.

It's hard for us to stand guard. We are tired and thirsty. We need something to relieve our fatigue."

When he spoke, he rubbed his fingers with his right hand, and his intention was obvious.

"If you are thirsty, go drink water. If you are tired, go rest. What does it have to do with me?"

Qin Nuo hugged his shoulders with his hands and tilted his head wonderingly:

"It's not easy for everyone. If you ask for something, he will take something. How can I do business?"

How arrogant is he when he comes to someone else's territory?

Didn't you see the corpse hanging at the door?

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Seven of the eight natives raised their guns and prepared to fire.

Only one rushed out to block his companions:

"Calm down, they are here to do business, not to fight with us. There is no need to do this."

His voice was childish, and he sounded only 17 or 18 years old.

However, before he could finish his words,

he was pushed away by the bandaged man: "Don't you know what's going on outside? There are no serious caravans now."

The boy stumbled and fell, sitting on the iron sheet and mumbling: "But Chris said..."

When the word "but" came out, Qin Nuo had already jumped up from the cushion,

When the word "Chris" came out, Qin Nuo had already appeared in front of the bandaged man.

The latter's pupils shrank suddenly, and he moved his fingers without hesitation to prepare to shoot.

But his eyes went dark,

The huge impact from his chest caused the AK-47 to fall to the ground.Then his whole face was pinched by a big hand.

The five fingers were strong and powerful.

The bandaged man felt that his cheekbones were about to be crushed.

Before he could beg for mercy, he felt dizzy.

Qin Nuo held the bandaged man's head with one hand and swung him back and forth like a human mace.

The surrounding natives were shocked and screamed.

When the seven sentries were lying in front of the blue pickup truck, groaning and unable to get up,

the boy had just finished saying the three words "I have explained".

"Who is Chris?

This name sounds very disturbing."

Qin Nuo threw the half-dead bandaged man seven or eight meters away and turned to ask.

"Uh, uh..."

However, everything happened too suddenly, causing the boy to open and close his mouth for a long time without being able to speak.

After several seconds,

he woke up from his dream and said tremblingly: "Ke, Chris is the leader of the camp. Everyone usually listens to him and follows his arrangements."

"Oh."

Qin Nuo nodded and looked at the boy with pity and sympathy:

"Then you are really lucky to be teammates with Chris."

"Is it shameful to be my teammate of Chris?"

Before the boy could answer, a figure came from the inside of the camp.

He had thick eyebrows, a square face, broad shoulders and a wide body, and a surprising complexion.

His strong arms were as thick as an adult man's head.

He wore a short-sleeved vest on his upper body and waterproof tactical pants on his lower body.

He was dressed simply and neatly.

He stepped on the roof of an abandoned car,

showing a flexibility that was extremely inconsistent with his body size.

After a few breaths, he landed steadily two meters away from Qin Nuo.

The two sides looked at each other, and the smell of gunpowder was faintly rubbed out in their eyes.

"He's a strong enemy."

"He's a fool."

The two made completely opposite judgments almost at the same time.

In Qin Nuo's opinion,

He was dressed like this, wearing almost no protective gear, and it was obvious that he would die soon after being hit by two armor-piercing bullets.

He was either very confident in his strength or underestimated himself.

If it were him, he would not care about anything else,

he would definitely fire two black guns to test the depth first, and only show up openly after confirming that it was safe.

Chris looked around at the sentries curled up on the ground, and said with a little displeasure:

"Friend, although they did something wrong, you were a little too heavy, weren't you?"

"Haha, how can you thrive without experiencing the beatings of society."

Qin Nuo laughed,

and after skillfully throwing a cigarette over, he changed the subject and frowned:

"By the way, why are you blue like an Avatar?"