"Okay, the little kid is not only very capable, but also humble. He will be formidable in the future."

Seeing that I was not telling the truth, the elder turned around and smiled playfully at the other old men, lit up his cigarettes and started smoking them, and ignored us.

I don’t know what kind of tobacco is in the old man’s pipe. Not only is it not choking, but the smell is also drowsy, making me want to sleep. I don’t know how long I flew in the drowsy state.

The helicopter finally landed on an open plain.

Because we were not familiar with the old guys across the street, we didn’t talk much along the way, and the fat man who always liked to talk almost choked himself to death.

After getting off the helicopter, the fat man started looking for a place to pee.

While everyone was solving physical problems, I found Uncle Ming and asked him what his plans were next. We were so passive on this trip and didn't bring any weapons and equipment. If we really entered Lishan Mountain, it would be very unlucky!

Uncle Ming noticed my worry, patted me on the shoulder and said: "Let's set up camp, cook, and have a good sleep. Weapons and off-road vehicles will be delivered early tomorrow morning. I'll tell you then.

Where is the destination?”

Seeing that Uncle Ming was already prepared, I stopped looking for boredom. I moved the military tent from the helicopter and started setting up camp with Wang Yuanchao.

The fat man and the fourth girl went to collect firewood and prepare food.

The three foreign mercenaries and the seven veterans are also guys with extremely rich experience in wild survival, and they are each busy with what they are doing.

By the time it gets dark, everything is ready.

We were eating together. The dinner was canned American beef stewed with small mushrooms from the mountains. It smelled delicious, but we didn’t communicate much during the meal. I guess if it wasn’t for Uncle Ming’s face, we wouldn’t even have a meal together.

Come together.

I have seen this kind of situation where people are at odds with each other. They look like they are companions, but in fact they are enemies. No one is sure whether they will be stabbed in the back by their so-called companions when they encounter danger.

After arranging for Wang Yuanchao and the fourth girl to take turns keeping vigil, I got into my sleeping bag in a daze. Strangely enough, I haven't slept peacefully since I escaped from Cao Cao's tomb. This time I slept unusually when I entered Lishan Mountain.

It smells so good, not only me, but also the fat man drooled in his dream. It seemed like he was fantasizing about doing inappropriate things for children with a beautiful woman.

The fourth girl woke us up the next day. At this moment, four pickup trucks were parked outside the tent.

Almost every car is packed with all kinds of equipment!

When setting off from Wuhan, Uncle Ming had already prepared some things for the tomb on the helicopter, but they were just ropes, engineer shovels, gas masks, diving suits, etc., as well as some food and drinking water, and no weapons at all.

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Unexpectedly, in order to avoid the police blockade, Uncle Ming secretly hid so many heavy weapons in Lishan. However, the pickup trucks contained not only flamethrowers, assault rifles, and even rocket launchers, the firepower was almost

You can equip an army.

Fatty was the first to snatch the rocket launcher. He suffered a big loss last time at Cao Cao's tomb, and now he likes big weapons when he sees them.

However, I felt that this thing was too heavy and not suitable for burial, so I asked the fat man to replace it with a flamethrower. Wang Yuanchao picked a Barrett sniper, and then gave me and the fat man a submachine gun each. Because there were four

The girl didn't really like using guns, so we didn't force her.

In order to show his sincerity, Uncle Ming let us be the first to choose the equipment, so when we took the flamethrower away, everyone was red-eyed. Obviously, they all knew the significance of the flamethrower in the tomb. But it was unexpected.

What I didn't expect was that these people didn't choose the rocket launcher. It seemed that no one wanted to waste their energy. After all the equipment was ready, we started to set off in separate vehicles.

Because there were still many things to explain on the road, Uncle Ming did not stay with the mercenaries, but got into our car.

I originally wanted to ask Uncle Ming, where in Lishan should I go?

Unexpectedly, Uncle Ming remained silent and refused to speak clearly.

The fat man was so angry that he opened his mouth and cursed: "Damn it, we even killed the four kings of the secret organization! How scared are we?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Uncle Ming was immediately startled and looked at us with a surprised expression: "Little fat man, you mean, you killed the Four Heavenly Kings of An?"

"That's right, it's that old monster nicknamed the King of Weapons." Seeing Uncle Ming's exaggerated expression, the fat man suddenly became energetic and crossed his legs triumphantly: "What's the matter, Uncle Ming, you also know this guy? It's not with you.

Blow! That old monster is so damn powerful. He has lived for more than a hundred years and is still alive. There are countless weapons in the box behind him. We were unable to fight back. Fortunately, the fourth girl came to the rescue.

It cost him his life."

The fat man became more and more excited as he talked, but he didn't realize that Uncle Ming's face had turned gloomy.

Before the fat man could finish speaking, Uncle Ming suddenly braked on the spot and roared at the intercom: "Stop, everyone, stop for me!"

The drivers of the other two cars didn't know what was going on, but seeing Uncle Ming's urgent tone they didn't dare to ask more questions and stepped on the brakes one after another.

After parking the car, Uncle Ming got out of the car without saying a word to get the equipment and packages, and then ordered everyone: "Everyone bring their belongings, and then burn the car without leaving any traces."

When we heard Uncle Ming say he wanted to destroy the car, we were stunned.

Not just a few of us, everyone else also looked at Uncle Ming inexplicably, thinking that Uncle Ming was crazy.

The bald mercenary named James said: "Boss Ming, isn't it appropriate to destroy the car now?"

Uncle Ming's nephew Aaron also said: "Uncle, why did you destroy the car? It's still a long way from where we want to go."

On the other hand, those old men may have been used to hiking up the mountain for a long time. They didn't say anything and just looked at Uncle Ming and us intently.

Uncle Ming didn't talk nonsense. He pointed at me and said, "They killed An's people."

Everyone present was a little surprised to hear that we killed An's people, but Uncle Ming's nephew Aaron quickly regained his composure: "Even so, we don't need to destroy the car now, right?"

"You should ask them about the specific situation!" Uncle Ming was too lazy to talk nonsense and went directly to move the packages on the pickup truck.

Aaron looked at us and I didn't know how to answer.

The fat man said with an indifferent expression: "Yeah, I just killed a weapon king. Is there such a fuss?"

"What?"

"You killed the four kings of darkness!" This time it was not Uncle Ming who was shocked, but the old man who was the leader of the group of old men. When he heard the three words 'King of Weapons', the old man's expression was calm.

His dark face was almost torn apart with shock, and he looked at us with disbelief.

Even if I beat him to death, he wouldn't believe that a few of us young men could become enemies of the dark organization, and even killed a dark king of the dark organization.

"Yes, that's the old monster with the box on his back. Hey, why do you open your mouth so wide?" the fat man asked in confusion.

"Hey." Before the fat man could finish speaking, the old man slapped his thigh and shouted with a pale face, "You are in big trouble this time!"

"What kind of trouble have you caused?" The fat man curled his lips and said disdainfully: "The old monster wants to kill us, we can't just sit back and wait for death, right?"

Seeing that we didn't listen to our advice and didn't talk nonsense to us, the old man turned around and gestured to the batch of old poles he had brought, telling them to pack the packages as quickly as possible.

Seeing that we were still standing motionless, Uncle Ming smiled bitterly and said: "With the style of the dark organization, if they know that you have killed the Weapon King, they will definitely search for you like crazy all over the world and fight to the death! We are probably bitten by them at this moment.

The tail is on..."

"It won't be so fast, right?" I thought for a while and said.
Chapter completed!