No matter why these terrorists came here, it is not a good place to stay for a long time. Wushuang called Arslan to fill up the gas tank quickly, and he ran to the supermarket to grab some food and drink. When he passed the bar, you saw

The police officer fell in a pool of blood. He still held the receiver of the landline phone in his hand, but the phone line had been cut off by the terrorists.

Wushuang understood that this group of people should have passed by here to refuel two cars. They showed their flaws when checking out at the bar, so the bartender called the police, which led to the murder. This group of cruel guys actually

Everyone in the rest area was killed and no one was left alive.

I remember that Arslan saw some sneaky people outside the window of the small hotel in the morning. Are these terrorists? Why did the terrorists surround the hotel where he was? Were they hired by Li Doutian to kill him? I have always heard that

They had no scruples in their vicious attacks, but why didn't they rush upstairs and fight with me directly instead of lingering down below to monitor?

Wushuang squinted his eyes and finally figured it out. If they were those East Turkestan terrorists, then they must be Muslims. Arslan would never be so nervous when seeing his own people, nor would he say that these people had any feelings for them.

I'm confused. The only reasonable explanation is that the people who were watching them under the small hotel in the morning were another group of people, Han Chinese.

Although this explanation is perfect, why did these two groups of people appear in this barren desert of death at the same time? Why did they come? For their own lives? Or for some secret or treasure in the desert

?

"Master, the fuel tank is full, let's go."

He carried the food and water into the car and told Arslan: "We will not go to the Death Sand Pass. We will follow the tracks of this group of terrorists."

"Are you crazy? We will die!" Li Xinhan shouted.

Wushuang smiled and said: "In the past few days, a shocking secret will reappear in the Bagan Jilin Desert. If I guess correctly, we are not the only people from the three parties who are here to join in the fun. We just need the advantage of the left-hand fisherman.

Already."

The off-road vehicle drove westward along the ruts left by the terrorists. After driving for more than two hours, we saw a sand mountain not far away. The sand mountain was large and oval in shape, with a quilt in the middle.

With obvious traces of ruts, the group of terrorists moved toward the sand mountain. Wushuang ordered the two of them to quickly change into the clothes they had prepared in advance.

This clothes is very special. It is also a kind of camouflage clothes. The whole body is sandy yellow. No one can distinguish it if it lies motionless in the sand in the night. They hide the off-road vehicle in the corner and cover it with a large

Canvas, the sand wind will swallow up the car body in less than half an hour, merging it with this sand mountain.

The three of them bypassed the main road into the sand mountain and climbed up from the side. However, the sand was not solid but fluid, so it took a lot of effort to climb up. This sand mountain is about two hundred meters high.

It has an elliptical arc shape. When you climb to the top and look down, you will see a clear spring in the middle of the sand mountain. Surrounding the clear spring, both sides are covered with desert green plants.

Two desert off-road vehicles were parked next to the spring, and the group of demons who had just killed people were roasting a whole sheep around the fire. There were eight people in the group, all wearing masks and holding AK47s. They were chattering while eating.

They were speaking Uyghur, but because they were too far away, Arslan couldn't hear what they were talking about.

"They are waiting for someone." Wushuang concluded.

"How do you know?" Li Xinhan asked.

"This sand mountain has only one exit and is isolated. If someone called the police just now, wouldn't they have no way out when the desert patrol arrives? Besides, there is no camp for them or any buildings here, so it is definitely not their stronghold." Suddenly,

A beam of laser light came in from the only gap in the sand mountain.

"Shh!" Wushuang pressed the heads of Arslan and Li Xinhan down, and the bodies of the three people immediately blended with the color of the sand mountain, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Wushuang took out his binoculars and took a look. There was a thin man sitting on the desert motorcycle that came in. This man also wore a hood, but judging from the look in his eyes, he was not a Muslim. His sharp eyes seemed familiar.

, but I can’t remember where I saw it.

The thin man got off the motorcycle and went straight to the bonfire where the terrorists were sitting. One of their leaders stood up and nodded to the thin man, and then spoke a string of Uyghur dialects. The thin man did not speak, but stretched out his hand greedily.

He acted as if he didn't care what he asked for. The other terrorists stood up with some resistance, loaded the bullets into their guns and glared angrily at the thin man.

Unexpectedly, the thin man did not retreat when so many guns were pointed at him, but instead laughed loudly, and then shouted arrogantly: "Get it quickly!"

His arrogance aroused the dissatisfaction of the terrorists. One of the shirtless burly men stepped forward, pointed his gun at the thin man's head and cursed. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the thin man turned around.

Suddenly he came around behind him, and then with a shake of his left hand, the shirtless terrorist stood stunned on the sand, motionless.

"What's wrong with him?" Li Xinhan asked curiously. The thin man's attack speed was so fast that the ordinary naked eye could not see his movements clearly.

"He's dead." Wushuang whispered.

"Ah? So fast? Oh my God!"

"Shh! Don't make any noise, we are just watching the fun." Wushuang covered her mouth. The action of the thin man turning around against the terrorist's gun just now left clear image data in Wushuang's high-powered telescope.

Before the other terrorists realized what had just happened, they saw the head and neck of the shirtless companion who had been shouting and shouting suddenly separated. Suddenly, blood was like a column, and the body was separated and died on the spot. Everyone was shocked, but

They are terrorists, and what they do is to lick blood on the tip of a knife. Ever since they joined the organization, they have put life and death aside, and they have gathered around and pointed their guns at the thin man.

"No! no! no!" Wushuang clearly heard the little leader at the head scolding his men. Apparently he understood that they were no match for the thin man in a fight.

Taking advantage of the time they were negotiating, Wu Shuang retrieved the record he had just saved in the high-tech electronic telescope. He slowed down the thin man's movements four times. His steps were fast, and he aimed his gun at the shirtless terrorist.

While he was cursing on his forehead, a sharp dagger fell into his hand from his wide sleeves. Then he used skillful steps to avoid the muzzle, leaned against the opponent's strong body, and raised the knife in his hand.
Chapter completed!