A big road leads from north to south, which small shop sells things!

"Gulu, Gulu..."

On a bus heading to the capital of country Y, a young fat man with a medium build, a relatively large horizontal area, a higher fat base than normal people, and a much thicker shadow than ordinary people was patting his belly, which was more than three months old.

He stared longingly at the other young man beside him.

"Where is there any small shop in this wilderness?"

"Yes, yes...yes!" The fat man nodded repeatedly, then pouted at the seat next to the aisle.

There was only one middle-aged man sitting in the three-person seat next to the two people. The middle-aged man was sitting in the middle seat with his eyes closed and concentrating. There were bulging backpacks on the seats on his left and right sides. When the fat man nuzzled,

, the middle-aged man said without raising his eyelids: "Little fat man, it's time to lose weight. Eat less."

"It's not that easy to lose weight. Every piece of meat has its own thoughts. You can't force it." The fat man sighed.

"Gulu, Gulu..." The fat man's belly and body began to protest seriously, expressing their own thoughts.

The fat man gave in to his belly and said, "Bring me my backpack."

The young man shook his head. The backpacks placed on the two seats next to the middle-aged man belonged to both of them, but he was unwilling to reach out and take them over.

The fat man's name is Liang Xiaofeng, and the young man's name is Chen Chunan. They are two mercenaries of the Silver Shield Mercenary Group who are about to retire. The middle-aged man is their protection target on their last mission in the Silver Shield Mercenary Group.

Middle-aged people are very mysterious. Chen Chunan always feels that middle-aged people exude an aura that prevents strangers from entering, which makes him reluctant to get close to middle-aged people, even if his two backpacks have been contaminated by middle-aged people.

It also made him reluctant to touch.

"Let's change..." Liang Xiaofeng stood up and changed seats with Chen Chunan.

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged man still had his eyes closed, but he accurately hit Liang Xiaofeng's fat hand that sneaked over.

"This is my own backpack, okay?" Liang Xiaofeng got angry, stood up, and prepared to seize the bag openly.

"Squeak...chi..."

The bus, which was traveling at a speed of 80 miles, suddenly braked. Liang Xiaofeng was unable to stand steadily, and his left face suddenly hit the ground. His majestic figure slipped out from the aisle.

The passengers in the car started making noise instantly. Chen Chunan hurriedly walked to the front row and helped Liang Xiaofeng up.

Liang Xiao

Feng's arm was scratched with a large gash, and blood flowed profusely.

Liang Xiaofeng glanced at his arm that was already covered in blood, then pointed to the slightly bruised left side of his face and asked Chen Chunan: "It hurts me to death... Look at my face, isn't it disfigured?"

"It doesn't matter whether your face is disfigured or not, let's stop the bleeding on your arm first."

This was a tourist bus, and a beautiful tour guide with a Western face turned pale instantly when he saw the bright red blood on the ground, and he trembled involuntarily.

She hurriedly opened her first aid kit and was about to bandage Liang Xiaofeng's wound when there was a "bang" and someone broke open the bus door.

Three young men got into the car with guns, and two heavily armed men shot at the roof of the car indiscriminately.

The leader of the gangster held a pitch-black pistol in his hand. He clearly had a typical Western face, but spoke Chinese.

"Don't move around and take out all the valuable things on you. We only want money, not murder." The leader of the gangster glanced around the car and then fell on Chen Chunan who was standing in the aisle.

The sudden turn of events caused the passengers in the bus to become confused, screaming and looking at the three heavily armed gangsters in horror.

Chen Chunan looked calm and said to the beautiful tour guide with a serious face: "Don't worry about anything else. Stop the fat man's bleeding first, and then bandage him."

"Be careful!" The fat man said solemnly to Chen Chunan, and then the scene changed and he said to the tour guide: "Don't worry, my buddy is a retired special forces soldier. In his eyes, these are just a few cats and dogs. Three times, five times, five times two can be solved.

The fat man began to ramble: "If I hadn't been injured, I would have killed them all the moment they got in the car..."

"Go back to your seat and get your valuables ready." The gangster, who was tall and thick-set with a beard on his face, pointed his gun at Chen Chunan and threatened him to leave the aisle.

"What if I don't leave!" Chen Chunan looked at the gangster with raised eyebrows.

"Then just lie here." The gangster pressed the black muzzle of the gun against Chen Chunan's forehead.

"Brother...Brother, I'm leaving..." Chen Chunan immediately raised his hands in surrender. The change in his painting style was a bit too big. Liang Xiaofeng covered his face and couldn't bear to look at it.

Just when Chen Chunan turned around, a buddy next to him couldn't stand it anymore and slandered Chen Chunan in a thick dialect: "You are a coward, you really embarrass your motherland."

"If you can, stand here." Chen Chunan was furious.

"You bastard, what can you do if you don't have the backbone to act blindly?"

"Would you like to curse again?"

"Naughty grandson!"

"you……"

boom!

With the sound of a gunshot, Chen Chunan and the buddy immediately shut their mouths.

"I say it one last time, go back to your seat." The gangster issued a final warning to Chen Chunan.

"Yes, yes..." Chen Chunan responded repeatedly, but did not move. In line with the idea that a gentleman's revenge is ten years too late, he pointed at the man he had just scolded and said to the gangster: "Brother gangster, this man

If he is rich, look at him, he is shiny from head to toe, even his teeth are golden, if you don’t believe me, open his mouth and take a look.”

The gangster's eyes fell on this guy who spoke with a strong dialect and said: "Take it out."

"What...this..." Brother Fangyan was in a dilemma and said with a grimace: "How do you get this?"

"Simple!"

The black pistol turned into a brick in the hands of the gangster. He was about to hit Brother Fangyan in the mouth with the pistol. Chen Chunan pushed him down on Brother Fangyan's seat, then put his hands on the seat, exerted force on his shoulders, and suddenly

Flying towards the direction of the car door.

Just as Chen Chunan flew out, his voice reached the ears of Brother Fangyan again: "Don't kill him yet, keep him alive."

The two gangsters at the door were still in shock, and Chen Chunan's hands fell on their heads respectively.

There were two "bang, bang" sounds. One gangster's head hit the front windshield, and the other gangster hit the door frame.

The force on Chen Chunan's hand was so strong that the front windshield shattered with a "crash", and the gangster was already dead in an instant.

Another gangster flew out of the car door. The door frame was severely deformed and left a large blood stain on it.

Chen Chunan's actions frightened the bus driver out of his wits. He opened his mouth and could only make a sound of "Ahhhhh", but he pointed to the outside of the bus.

In front of the bus, more heavily armed gangsters were holding long submachine guns and aiming at Chen Chunan through the severely damaged windshield.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Chen Chunan smiled bitterly and raised his hands in surrender again.
Chapter completed!