At this time, Ruan Wenxiong was in a bad mood. His heart was like a big stone of 1,237 pounds blocking, making him breathless. He only smoked cigarettes one by one to relieve the resentment in his heart. It was almost December, and the weather in the United States was warm during the day and cold at night. At night, it could be described as "dripping water into ice". Ruan Wenxiong and his more than 70 subordinates squeezed into a shabby van and drove the heating to the maximum, but they were still trembling with cold.

I don’t know why Xie Wendong and his group didn’t arrive for a long time. I was so impatient that Ruan Wenxiong sniffed and called the secret whistle responsible for tracking Xie Wendong. The secret whistle answered the phone. But before Ruan Wenxiong could speak, a cold trembling sound came from the other side: “Gangmaster, what’s wrong?” Yue

"Where has Xie Wendong been?" Yue Ruan Wenxiong asked directly with a breath. The secret whistle over there was so cold that he rubbed his hands repeatedly: "There are still twelve kilometers."

"Twelve kilometers? Monica's Villa has only been twenty kilometers here. Almost two hours have passed, why have you walked eight kilometers?" Yue Ruan Wenxiong hammered the cold glass hard to vent his dissatisfaction. The other side replied: "Xie Wendong brought people back to the headquarters and brought a lot of people over. It seems that he wanted to eat us in one breath." Yue, the following is a brief introduction.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Wenxiong became interested. He asked around, "How many people are there?"

“There are more than a hundred people.”

"Did Xie Wendong lead the team in person?"

"It's him, I saw it with my own eyes. Xie Wendong likes to do everything himself, so it's not surprising that he will come."

"Okay, that's great. Pay close attention to the movements of Xie Wendong and call me immediately if there is any situation. By the way, don't be discovered by Xie Wendong. Xie Wendong is a very cunning person and difficult to deal with."

"I understand, Brother Ruan don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Ruan Wenxiong was in a slightly better mood. If Xie Wendong could be killed this time, it would not be in vain to save so many lives in this operation.

At this moment, Xie Wendong was next to the secret whistle. Because he was a novice, Ruan Wenxiong just sent him as a secret whistle, and did not let him participate in the action in detail. It was precisely because he was a novice that his willpower was not as strong as that of other Vietnamese killers. Under the pressure of three eyes and frightened, he betrayed the Dragon and Tiger Gang and instead cooperated with Xie Wendong.

It took more than ten seconds to catch his breath and let out a long breath of turbid air. The killer sucked his red nose and fucked his obscure Chinese and said, "I did everything you asked me to do."

Sanyan smiled upwards, patted his shoulder and said, "It's done well. As long as you do what we said, I will guarantee it as the Lord of Wendong Huilong Hall, and your life will be worry-free."

The new killer nodded like a pounding garlic and agreed repeatedly. At this time, Xie Wendong waved his hand, and six white-blooded members escorted three whistles with a wide variety of tied and blocked their mouths, and got into the cab of three large trucks. The three large trucks were all on the dazzling high beams, and even if they looked closer, it was difficult to find out what the person above looked like.

After everything was ready, the three white blood brothers each got into a truck and drove in an empty car toward the direction of Lunka Wine Villa. Xie Wendong and Sanyan and others got on several other cars, separated from the car in front of them by turning off the headlights and following carefully.

The trucks usually only need to drive for about ten minutes, but they walked for more than half an hour. The trucks stopped and stopped, stopped and kept working on the road.

Xie Wendong and others didn't think anything, but Ruan Wenxiong and his group suffered a lot, and they were almost frozen to death. During the long wait, many people caught colds and sneezing sounds one after another.

Finally, after a long wait, Nguyen Van Xiong finally received a call from a secret whistle. The car arrived immediately, asking Nguyen Van Xiong and the others to prepare.

"The Chinese are finally here." Ruan Wenxiong cursed and opened the van door with a loud bang.

Open the trunk and put up several travel canvas bags from it. Open a canvas bag, and inside it is a m16 submachine gun.

He proposed four of them and handed them over to the four killers with the most accurate and experienced shooting skills among the people, and ordered: "In a moment, your task is to kill the driver and blow up the tires." The four agreed: "Brother, leave it to us." Then they took the submachine guns and each found a cover to ambush them.

He opened another canvas bag, which was filled with dense triangular nails. He threw the whole bag of triangular nails to two killers with fierce eyes: "You are responsible for overturning the first car so that they can't escape even if they want to."

The two of them agreed, "Okay." Then they took the bag and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Then Ruan Wenxiong assigned tasks to the remaining people. After these people succeeded in the first two rounds of things in the mission, they fired arbitrarily on the cars that Xie Wendong and others were riding in as soon as the gunshots sounded. Don’t save bullets, just shoot them all.

Ruan Wenxiong burned his boats to the point of winning in one blow, and did not give Xie Wendong any chance to resist. After the plan was finalized, everyone, including Ruan Wenxiong, was ready to fight.

About a minute later, three trucks appeared in the sight of this wave of Vietnamese killers.

As they got closer and closer, Ruan Wenxiong and others became more and more nervous, and success or failure was defeated in one fell swoop. Finally, three trucks finally entered their ambush circle.

Ruan Wenxiong suddenly stood up and shouted: "Do it."

After ordering, dozens of killers moved up and down. First, someone shot the car's cab. With rich experience, they quickly determined that the bullet hit the person through the sound. This made the masters even more crazy. They aimed at the cab of the three cars and swept the bullet with half a magazine. When they felt that it was almost the same, they turned the direction of the muzzle and poured the bullet onto the tire.

The burst sound of the tyres sounded on the highway, just like the performance before the death of the God of Death.

The first wave of people completed the task, followed by the second wave of people. They shook off the canvas bag and then tried hard to sprinkle the triangle nails in front. Because the truck was too fast, the wheels of the first car immediately overturned after hitting the dense triangular nails.

Hearing the loud bang, the truck running in the front was upside down and crashed into a century-old tree next to the highway. The two cars behind also crashed into the first one after another because they were not able to brake. After such a big round of impact, many people in the truck probably had already gone to the west in advance.

Of course, Ruan Wenxiong would not give up. He shouted and fired, dozens of long and short guns were fired together, and the dense gunshots were heard. Bullets poured into three trucks, and in a blink of an eye, the three trucks were beaten to pieces.

Until the bullets in his hand were almost done, Ruan Wenxiong stopped everyone. He was suspicious for a while and something was wrong. Why didn't there even be a scream from a person inside? Could it be that everyone inside fell asleep?

"Aben, Agen, you go and have a look." Ruan Wenxiong said to the two. These two are old men on the Dragon and Tiger List and are also Ruan Wenxiong's confidant. Both of them have impeccable marksmanship and body skills. The two agreed readily, pushed the last magazine into the buttstock, and then carefully approached the three scrap trucks that were emitting white smoke.

These three trucks have been unrecognizable, especially the front of the vehicle, which has been compressed to dozens of centimeters. Even if the person in the cab is not beaten to death, he must be pressed into meat pie. Generally speaking, the person who died in a car accident and the person who was burned to death by the fire are the most miserable. The two are typical bloodthirsty desperate people, and they have the best hint in advance in their hearts at this moment.

When they looked at the situation in the cab clearly, they took a breath of cold air. It turned out that there was no one in the cab of the truck. However, there was a person in the co-pilot who was tied up and almost got hit by bullets. Although they could not see the face of the deceased and did not know the identity of the deceased, a very bad feeling arose in their hearts.

The two killers exchanged their eyes and swallowed. They silently came to the cab of the second truck. The deceased in this truck was basically the same as the deceased in the first truck. They were all tied up, all sitting on the co-pilot, and were beaten beyond recognition.

But this time, they recognized the identity of this person. The man's left ring finger was missing half of it. Combined with the man's defeat and figure, a killer couldn't help but blurt out: "Brother, all the dead are our brothers."

"Ah." Ruan Wenxiong was stunned after hearing this. How could there be his brothers on Xie Wendong's convoy? He stepped forward incredibly, first checked the cab well, and then opened the cargo hold of the truck. After the cargo hold was opened, there were only countless bullets inside, and there was no figure in it.

"This is Xie Wendong's trick." Ruan Wenxiong woke up in a dream. It must be Xie Wendong who discovered the whereabouts of the secret whistle and asked them about his real purpose. Many of these secret whistles were newcomers and had not undergone rigorous training. If the other party used to torture, he would probably turn against him. After knowing his real ambush location, Xie Wendong first sent a few agile drivers to drive the car to his ambush circle. When it felt like it was almost the same, he abandoned the car and ran away.

Because the trucks were all on dazzling high beams, their jump did not attract their attention. I was poor, like a fool, wasting most of the bullets on the three trucks.

At this moment, Ruan Wenxiong felt a little crying. He felt very tired. He felt that he was not fighting with people anymore, but fighting with the sky.

How can a man fight against the sky?!

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