Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 356 Friendship Value is Too High

"Yes! Please rest assured, Commander!" Commander Songji patted his chest and made a promise. The commander was able to turn around and asked Commander Songji mysteriously, "Have the upper-level investigative specialist found out what we have with our drug business in Shan State?"

"Don't worry, commander, we have bribed the confidential secretary of the Ministry of National Defense as you meant. The so-called investigative commissioner is just a small role." Commander Song Ji said confidently, and Commander Bi was relieved. "Damn Dongba, he actually wanted to get a share of the pie with me. He deserved to be slaughtered! You can immediately take a few people across the border to find out the origin and purpose of the stowaways, and remember not to be discovered by them."

"Yes!" Commander Song Ji saluted and walked backwards out of the headquarters. Only then did Major General Bi feel a little relieved. He sat on a bamboo chair and grabbed a book, and turned a few pages absent-mindedly.

In front of us is the area controlled by Yang Mingjie Group of the Shan Revolutionary Army. Walk here fifty miles southward and you can go home. Wang Sen sat down and gasped. Since there was no water intake for a long time, his throat was dry and like a fire. Jon Sen was too thirsty now. The running around just now had already made him use up all the water he had drunk.

"We need to find the water source immediately." Jonson couldn't help it and said to Wang Sen. Wang Sen looked up at him and snorted with contempt. Jonson's old face turned red. His behavior of pouring out the water really touched Wang Sen's anger, so he didn't dare to say anything anymore. He begged MacDonald to follow Wang Sen, and slapped MacDonald from time to time.

The sound of the river flowing came from the front. Wang Sen was delighted and hurriedly pushed away the trees and walked over. Sure enough, on the cliff ahead, a clear spring was flowing out of the stone wall, like a joyful symphony. Wang Sen swallowed, hurriedly folded a large banana leaf, made it into a cone shape, carefully got to the spring water, brought the sweet spring water in, and drank it all with his neck, which made him feel cold.

"Give me some drinks!" MacDonald shouted anxiously. Jonson punched him, snatched the cup made of banana leaves in Wang Sen's hand, drank the spring water inside, threw the cup on the ground, stomped it with his feet, and kicked it into the flowing river. Looking at MacDonald's angry face, he felt the pleasure of revenge and couldn't help laughing.

Wang Sen never interfered with the dispute between the two. He drank full of water and lay comfortably on a large, bare bluestone by the river. The sun shone on his face along the gaps of the leaves, warm and warm, making people want to sleep.

Danger often comes at the most relaxed time. Wang Sen never forgot this sentence. As soon as he narrowed his eyes, he heard a crisp gunshot in his ears. He immediately turned his head to look at Jonson. If there was a gunshot, it might be caused by him.

However, the gunfire only sounded, and then it became silent. The jungle suddenly became silent. Even the crow that had been roaring at the treetops closed its mouth. Only the rushing water was still flowing, but it made all this even more silent.

Jonson sneaked to Wang Sen and gestured at him, meaning that the gunshots were coming from that direction. Wang Sen nodded, grabbed the rifle in his hand, and touched the source of the gunshots one by one with Jonson, and Wang Sen asked Jonson to go first.

"Why is it me?" Jonson couldn't help asking, and Wang Sen glared at him, "Is your marksmanship more accurate than mine?"

"This..." Jonson stammered for a long time, then nodded, jumped forward, and rushed into the jungle not far away.

Wang Sen yawned, put away his gun, turned around and went back to take a nap.

The sound of gunfire in the distance was like a burst of beans, but Wang Sen was still lying on the big bluestone and watching the clouds floating in the sky, humming a song leisurely. McDonald walked over with a crutch. Seeing Jonson desperately, Wang Sen was enjoying the sunbathing. He couldn't help laughing, with contempt in his laughter, "I didn't expect that your allies' relationship would break down so quickly. Are you too uncredible or do I have too high expectations for your friendship?"

"His behavior has made me unable to trust anymore." Wang Sen turned over and grabbed two leaves to block his ears. The gunshots in the distance were too harsh, which made him feel a sense of moral guilt. McDonald continued to laugh, "Maybe I'm thinking too much, but if you don't go to rescue, I'm afraid Jonson will be beaten to death. Why, would you watch him die and alone deal with my reinforcements?"

"Your reinforcements are just scum in my eyes." Wang Sen raised his middle finger and said contemptuously. MacDonald was speechless for a moment. He coughed in disappointment, hid behind the tree and used a thousand-degree myopia mirror to observe the war in the distance.

Jonson fought a very difficult battle. More than a dozen soldiers wearing Shan State Revolutionary Army uniforms emerged from somewhere and fought with Jonson. Jonson had a good shooting skills, but the guy in his hand was indeed not good. Fortunately, the opponent's enemy was also quite a bit bad. After fighting for a while, Jonson suddenly discovered the biggest problem - where did Wang Sen go?

Jonson doesn't have many bullets in his hand, so naturally there is no one as high-end weapon like grenade. He is fighting and retreating. It is no longer possible to turn around and repel these warlords. He can only place all his hopes on Wang Sen, hoping that he can appear in time to rescue him.

However, Wang Sen was missing for a long time!

Jonson's heart sank. Could it be that Wang Sen was killed by someone? No! In theory, how could a super soldier king like Wang Sen be killed by such a few minions? Could it be... Jonson's simple mind would never have thought that Wang Sen would have abandoned him long ago.

The enemy's offensive became more and more fierce. Jonson counted less than ten bullets left. He left one. If he was caught, the bullet would be cut by itself. As for whether he had the courage at that time, it would be different.

A Huey helicopter flew in the air, and the propeller buzzed over his head. Due to the interference of the helicopter, the warlords on the opposite side were also a little timid. They didn't know what these helicopters were doing, so they began to attack and defend and no longer chase Jonson to attack. Jonson was a breath of breath, but when he just turned around, he found that a large area of ​​helicopters flew through the horizon in the distance, and the total number was less than ten!

"This is..." When Jonson saw the big "bk" spraying on the plane, his heart suddenly became cold. He didn't care about the enemy in front of him and ran into the depths of the jungle. No need to ask, these BK armed forces must have come for him. If he had known this, he would have killed McDonald. Why keep this disaster and bring him a life-threatening disaster!

Although Jonson ran fast, the helicopter chased him faster. The armed gunman on the helicopter locked his direction through an infrared locator, and then fired at his figure with the load-based machine gun on the helicopter. BK was never ruthless in dealing with the traitor. In this way, Jonson couldn't escape even if he wanted to run away. In the end, he simply gave up running away, threw the rifle into the river, took off his white underwear and hung it on the branch, waved at the plane a few times, proving that he had surrendered.

"What a soft guy!" Liu Mo cursed and ordered the plane to lower the rope ladder. She led five mercenaries off the plane and prepared to capture him back.

Wang Sen also saw the plane and was not surprised that the BK reinforcements came so quickly. He was just curious about how they bypassed the air defense radar of the northern military region. Now he was wondering whether he should use MacDonald as a hostage to threaten them. After thinking about it, he decided to make a favor and kidnap MacDonald or kill him. In short, he could not return to BK safely.

In his eyes, McDonald was an enemy who was hundreds of times more dangerous than Jonson. Jonson was just a fool with developed limbs and a simple brain. McDonald had extremely high IQ and strong tolerance. From the point of whether Jonson beat or scolded him along the way, he never retorted that this person's personality must be a deep-scheming and vicious person. After a moment of tolerance, the revenge of storm must be brought.

Wang Sen tied McDonald's hands and feet, grabbed his shoulders and carried them as a shield. In this way, helicopters that pursued him in the sky dared not act rashly. If the fire was opened and injured the president of Southeast Asia, no one could bear the responsibility.

Wang Sen ran all the way with McDonald. He deliberately avoided the main road and walked towards the small road. Although he could not prevent helicopters, he had long been watching the terrain. This was the camp of the former General Suba, and now it was occupied by Yang Mingjie's group. Wang Sen was very familiar with this terrain that had been fought.

In front of the barracks of Yang Mingjie's Fourth Division, Wang Sen ran all the way, regardless of the warning of the soldiers guarding the gate, ran a few steps, threw McDonald over like throwing a ball, and turned around and ran. The sentries guarding the gate looked at a living person who was being left behind in a daze. They were angry and raised their guns and opened fire in the direction of Wang Sen. Wang Sen ran away and crawled into the woods and disappeared. The rest of the matter was left to them!

The helicopter followed closely. When they found that Wang Sen threw McDonald into the camp of a group of warlords, they hurriedly landed the plane. More than a dozen mercenaries slid down the rope and rushed into the barracks to ask for people. The soldiers in the barracks also caught McDonald early. The BK militants were impulsive and forced to pass the barriers and ask for people.

Although this is not a big deal in itself, the problem is that most of the people who participated in the operation were stripped of their pants by the warlords in front of them. This is a shame that they have been ashamed of talking about all their lives, especially such a group that values ​​honor so much. Now the murderer who strips his pants is right in front of them. Most people even clearly remember how these bastards took off their belts, snatched their shoes and socks, and even let them go!

Some people still miss the "net weight of twenty kilograms" shorts, and endure it until now, and finally get revenge!
Chapter completed!