"What are you talking about?" The leader of the Allah brigade in English said in half-baked English. Ren Changfeng said word by word: "I said, I want to fuck your mother." He said that, but the White Blood Brother translated it was not like that. He heard the White Blood Brother deliberately make a bad move and said: "Our brother asked you when you can eat, we are all hungry." English

"Okok, you can have dinner when you get to the mountain." Ying thought they were honest, and the leader proudly drew a "good" action with his finger pen. Seeing that this idiot was played around by Ren Changfeng and the white blood brother, the others laughed so hard that they almost couldn't straighten their waists.

Seeing them laugh, these militants from Allah's brigade also laughed. There was only one person in the truck, and there was Yuan Tianzhong there.

While the people in the car were laughing and leaning back and forth, he secretly took out the satellite phone from his arms, dialed Xie Wendong's cell phone, and then kicked the satellite phone to Ren Changfeng's feet while the enemy was not paying attention. Ren Changfeng shook his sleeves and covered the satellite phone. This was the first time they used their mobile phones and the first time they contacted the outside world since they were captured.

When they were fighting the government army just now, they also wanted to find an opportunity to make a phone call. However, the people from Allah's brigade watched too tightly and they had no chance. Now they finally had this opportunity, so they were so happy and excited.

Next, he began a conversation with Xie Wendong in front of everyone: "Brother Dong, I am Changfeng. Don't talk, just listen carefully to me." The white blood brother in charge of the translation was also very alert. Ren Changfeng said it was one, but he translated another: "What are the special foods you have here..."

"That's more, there are..." Ying

Through the satellite phone in Yuan Tianzhong's hand, Xie Wendong finally got to know the matter clearly inside and outside. It turned out that the truth was like this. Time was tight and there was no time to talk too much. The most urgent task was to remove the bomb device on Ren Changfeng and his team's neck. However, in order to remove the bomb device, in addition to professionals, professional tools are also needed.

The White Blood Brothers have received some bomb disposal training and have some experience in bomb disposal. But where do you want to use this tool?

Xie Wendong was in charge of his head, a little frowning. At this time, a word from a person next to him made him instantly enlightened. This man, named Chekhov, is the weapon expert in the escort plan and a famous explosion expert. He took out a Swiss multi-function folding knife from his pocket and said quietly: "For ordinary bomb disposal experts, the smaller the explosion device, the more precise the tools you need. But for me, no matter what kind of explosion device, you can do it with this one."

"Mr. Chekhov can really dismantle bombs," Xie Wendong asked in a tight voice.

Chekhov nodded: "As long as it is not a military-level bomb, I have the confidence to dismantle it within one minute." "I'm afraid one minute won't work. They have eleven people and a maximum of five minutes of operation time. I'll give you thirty seconds at most." Chekhov thought for a while: "I'll give you a try."

"Then I'll be in trouble. If the sir can save one of my brothers, I will definitely be rewarded."

Xie Wendong snapped his fingers: "Notify the Dark Sky Eye troops to locate the location of Tianzhong's satellite phone, and we will rush over now." A large part of the mobile phones used by Xie Wendong and others are satellite phones, which are encrypted. It is difficult for outsiders to collect and eavesdrop useful information from their mobile phones, and only their own people can do it easily.

Without much trouble, the Dark Sky Eye reported the locations of Yuan Tianzhong, Ren Changfeng and others to Xie Wendong and others.

The white blood brothers who were driving stepped on the accelerator and broke the bus and ran away. After about seven or eight minutes of driving, they finally saw the vehicle Ren Changfeng and others were riding.

After hearing the leader of the Allah brigade reported his safety to the outside world on the walkie-talkie, Xie Wendong pinched his cell phone and immediately said to the microphone: "Take it right away and control the situation on the scene."

Ren Changfeng and others could hear clearly, and the Lord's brigade also heard the movement. One of them asked suspiciously: "Where is the sound?" Pers

Before everyone could react, Yuan Tianzhong lifted his legs and lifted off the black robe. At the same time, his wrist shook and a soft sword appeared. The silver light flashed, and the sword tip directly grabbed the throat of the leader of the Allah's brigade. Yuan Tianzhong took this move to death.

Because the truck was limited in space, everyone was sitting in the seat. With a sword, the leader subconsciously shrank back, but the chair behind him blocked its way. The sword was too fast, and Yuan Tianzhong was full of resentment and resentment. Not to mention a small leader of the anti-government armed forces, even a first-class expert could not avoid this move.

With two "puff" and "sharp" sounds, Yuan Tianzhong's software was pierced from the leader's neck and poked out from the seat behind him. With just one sword, the man was nailed to death. Yuan Tianzhong waved his hand and pulled out the soft sword, collecting all the detonators and walkie-talkies in the leader's pocket.

At this time, the militants of the Allah Brigade woke up as if they were dreaming, shouting loudly that there were enemies and enemies. They were going to take the weapons of Ren Changfeng, Baixue and other brothers, but before they could let the knife be sheathed and the gun was loaded. Ren Changfeng and ten Baixue brothers rushed forward and broke the necks of the more than 20 people in front of them. Yuan Tianzhong was not involved in this. After killing the leader, he flipped directly from the window to the cab. He knocked the driver unconscious without any effort and stepped on the brakes of the truck.

All this was done almost in an instant, and it added up to less than ten seconds.

Through the truck window, Xie Wendong and others saw that Ren Changfeng and others had succeeded. He quickly asked someone to stop the car, and Chekhov rushed into the truck where Ren Changfeng and others were with the prepared Swiss folding knife.

"Everyone stands in a row, don't move." Chekhov first walked to Ren Changfeng, the outermost, and looked up and down for a while: "This ring-shaped explosion device was filled with about 50g of c4 explosives, and used short-wave detonation. There were four thin lines of red, blue, green and yellow. Each thin line was connected to the explosive device, so you had to cut them short. If you cut one, your neck would be broken immediately and your head would turn into a pool of mud... Although this thing was made of a bit rough, the people who made this thing had a very cruel mind..."

Ren Changfeng pouted: "Hey brother, you are in the same group of people, are you trying to scare me? Tell you, I'm not afraid of death, I'm just a big scar in my head." He said this, and he was still nervous.

Chekhov: "I don't mean to scare you, but to make a reasonable analysis of the goal."
Chapter completed!