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After firing for ten minutes, the shells were everywhere and the pipe mouth became hot, but more than two hundred men and four hundred eyes didn't even see a drop of blood. Many rich second-generations were stunned.

"Did they leave long ago?"

"Otherwise, why wouldn't you even have a bird's feather?"

"We have all shot all over the snow, grass, and rock peaks. They are so awesome that they can't learn to drill the gibberello and walk from the ground."

A group of rich second-generations looked at Zhang Shaojun, Fang Wenshan and Chang Jun. They were just small followers of the three of them. Whether to leave or stay, they must listen to the three eldest young masters.

Zhang Shaojun disappeared for a moment and looked at Chang Jun and said, "Are you mistaken? Maybe they'll leave long ago?"

Chang Jun shook his head and said, "The person must be still nearby, but it's better to hide it."

Zhang Shaojun hesitated and looked at Fang Wenshan. The bet this time was related to the three of them. The share in the Far East in the next year was proved by elders. If Zhang Shaojun took his men away at this time, he would probably be on the way of the tank.

After all, the last time, those dozen dog heads made Zhang Shaojun see the power of the tank.

Fang Wenshan looked at the sky and said, "It's already afternoon now, and it's dark in two hours. Why don't we just set up camp here."

Chang Jun nodded: "Okay."

Since both young masters decided to camp and guard here, Zhang Shaojun had no objection, so two hundred people began camping.

At this time, Bai Yutang, who was hiding on the top of the tree, was almost crying. He and the tank were hiding on a century-old tree in the middle of the camp. The strafing shots just now hit the back of the tree. If the tank hadn't covered his mouth, Bai Yutang would have almost cried.

"Brother Tank, what should I do now? This group of people have taken care of us. Could it be that we will stand on the tree for one night?" Bai Yutang said in a low voice with a crying voice.

Bai Yutang is not a tank. He can stand for three days and three nights, but letting Bai Yutang stand for two hours can kill him. Bai Yutang also knew that he was a burden. When he said this, he thought the tank would be unhappy, but he knew that a strange curve had risen on the corner of his mouth.

"Then hold on for two hours." The tank said calmly.

"Brother Tank, it's getting dark two hours later. How can we run away? Do we have reinforcements?" Bai Yutang asked in confusion.

The tank looked at the sky. It was around 2 pm. It was very dark in the Far East Forest Area. It would be almost dark in two hours. By then, it would be Shen Qiye’s move.

"There are no reinforcements, but they are forcing the boss to take action. Two hours later, it will be completely dark." Tank said with a smile.

Bai Yutang was so excited that he almost screamed. He had heard of Shen Qiye's famous name as the Night God. If he could witness Shen Qiye's battle with his own eyes on the top of the tree, it would be more exciting than watching Hollywood blockbusters, and he was immediately full of energy.

At this time, the coalition of the three young masters had occupied a camp sized by basketball court, lit dozens of bonfires, tents, and special people were patrolling.

"Hmph, I'm so anxious that I'm Brother Ye, you all go to die!" Bai Yutang looked at the edge of the cordon. If he remembered well, Shen Qiye was hiding there.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon the sky in the Far East became completely dark. I wonder if God heard Bai Yutang’s prayer. The moon was particularly bright tonight, and with the reflection of the snow, the movements of dozens of meters can be seen on the top of the tree with the naked eye.

After a while, the pheasants, porcupines and wild wolves in the forest began to scream, and a black shadow walked out from behind the rock.

"Who?"

"Tell me the code quickly!"

"If we don't say it, we'll open the fire."

A group of patrol teams soon discovered Chen Qiye's traces and aimed at them with their hunting rifles. The movement here quickly attracted Zhang Shaojun and the other two.

"It's you? Are you still three more people? What about that tall man?" Zhang Shaojun pointed at Chen Qiye and shouted. The three of them regarded the tank as the peak of force among the group, so they urgently wanted to find out the position of the tank and slowly kill the remaining people.

"Why are you so persistent in following?" Chen Qiye said.

As soon as these words were spoken, a group of rich second-generations immediately burst into laughter.

"Idiot, I don't even know this. Mr. Zhang and the others are playing a murder game."

"You four people are related to Zhang Shao, Fang Shao, Chang Shao, and the three families have the Far East share in the next year. Whoever kills more will win."

"Boy, I advise you to kneel in front of Mr. Zhang, and you can still return your entire body."

"Kneel to Mr. Fang."

"Why don't you get out of the way to Mr. Chang, begging for death, otherwise we will chop you up and feed it to the dog."

A bunch of rich second-generations were waving flags and shouting for their masters, but they didn't know that the real danger was coming.

"What are you smuggling in the Far East?" Chen Qiye smiled faintly.

Zhang Shaojun, Fang Wenshan, and Chang Jun looked at each other, all with playful looks. In their eyes, Chen Qiye was already a dead person, so it would be okay to talk.

Zhang Shaojun said: "Only you can't imagine, there is nothing we can't buy."

"Is there a mountain?" Chen Qiye asked with a sudden idea.

"have!"

As soon as the three of them finished speaking, Chen Qiye was right in front of them and suddenly disappeared. A cold as the Nine Netherworld Hell, and the biting cold sound suddenly resounded through the four [New     www.biqule.co].
Chapter completed!