Under Liang Yong's guidance, Banjo fired several shots at the tree trunk five meters away. He got used to the huge recoil of the Desert Eagle and also had a certain degree of accuracy. However, he was still very nervous to shoot at a living person, and Qiqi Aiai didn't dare to take action.

Liang said coldly: "Shoot the enemy in front of you. He is the enemy who subverts your country and kills your uncle's family. These people shouldn't have appeared in Samya. They came here to kill all your tribe members and seize your wealth. You don't even dare to kill your enemies, so how can you call the tribe members to resist and rebuild the country!"

As Liang Yong scolded, Banjo became excited, his eyes turned red, his anger was burning, and his palms were trembling more and more violently, but he slowly pointed the gun at the enemy and was about to explode.

"Don't! Don't kill me, I don't want to die, so spare my life..." The guy on the ground panicked and screamed in horror. At first, he saw Banjo not daring to kill someone for a long time, and was still secretly glad in his heart, but in a blink of an eye he became Banjo's target of shooting.

"Why didn't I kill you?" Liang Yong sneered, but he did not stop Banjo's trembling gun.

"I have information, I will tell you more inside information." The man said anxiously.

"But he has already said these things, and it is him who will survive." Liang pointed to the guy next to him.

"I know more, and I know what he doesn't know. Ah..." The man said anxiously, and saw Banjo pulling the trigger with his fingers and screaming in despair.

Banjo's emotions were accumulated until the moment of bursting out, and suddenly shouted: "Kill! Kill! I will kill you all!" He pulled the trigger continuously, but Liang used his hand to grab him and pulled it to the side. All the bullets were shot at the guy next to him, knocking him into a sieve, and he died without even screaming.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Banjo was still screaming. Before he could get rid of his nervousness, he kept four or five consecutive sounds, and then he stopped and looked at the bloody corpse on the ground in a daze.

After a few seconds of being stunned, he suddenly covered his mouth, turned his head and ran to the side, and vomited into the grass.

Liang Yong shook his head and smirked, but he had to do this. Only by using this extraordinary method can Banjo grow rapidly and become a person who can help him. Banjo who can brag is of no use to Liang Yong.

The guy on the ground was walking around the gates of hell, but he was not scared to death. When Liang Yong looked at him, he was still staring at his lost eyes and was stunned.

Liang Yong kicked him and shouted, "Don't be stupid, now it's your turn to explain, and you won't die if you satisfy me."

"Say...I say everything. The shuffle mercenary group was hired by a company to sneak into Samya to help their people control the country and let the country use it for their own use." The guy woke up and said repeatedly.

"What company?" Liang Yong asked.

"I just eavesdropped on the leader and found out that there was this company, but I didn't hear the name. But I know the purpose of their control of this country. They want to conduct an experiment here, use people to do experiments, and produce a new type of drug. Many people have been controlled by their drugs."

"Who?" Liang Yong was stunned. The situation was getting more and more complicated. Why did it get mixed into pharmaceutical companies? These large multinational groups control funds that are rich and have the latest technology, so it is not easy to deal with. Especially when Jin Qiaoqiao and the others entered the Holy Mountain to save people without knowing it, can these masterminds let them go?

"I heard that many elders of the Black Slave Clan and the White Slave Clan were controlled by them. They declared that they could use plague to pay tribute to the gods, but in fact they were arresting these people into the holy mountain for experiments."

"Do you know there is a Chinese medical team there? How are they?" Liang Yong asked worriedly.

"They were locked up in the Holy Mountain dungeon. I heard that they were caught because they discovered too many secrets."

Liang frowned and asked for a while. There was no more valuable clue. He warned the guy and told him to leave here quickly and not go back to the Sharkhu Mercenary Group to report, but he did not kill him, which was a reward for providing him with information. The guy kowtowed and thanked him repeatedly, but he did not dare to go back to the Sharkhu Mercenary Group. He held his injured arm and walked towards the border.

Liang Yong brought Banjo, who was exhausted, and asked him to help clean the battlefield. The situation became more and more dangerous, and Liang Yong had to collect more weapons. While Banjo went to collect weapons in front, Liang used his mind to put the car and nearby equipment into the peach blossom fan. This way he could move forward lightly.

Banjo came back with a lot of weapons on his back. When he saw the car disappeared, he asked strangely, and was sent by Liang with a random reason. Then he asked Banjo to wait here. Liang picked up a lot of weapons and went to the woods. When he came back, he became empty-handed, saying that he had hidden the weapons in the woods and came back to get them when he needed them.

He ignored Banjo's puzzled expression and walked to the first pass. Once he was delayed and half a day passed, he had to arrive at the holy mountain as soon as possible. Rescuing Jin Qiaoqiao was his most important mission.

...

This is a dungeon transformed from underground caves. A large wooden fence is installed at each cave entrance, forming independent cells. At this time, the dungeon is full of people, and the groans of pain are constantly rising and falling. Tribal warriors holding spears and big swords patrolling the passage, shouting from time to time.

A group of women were locked in a smaller cell. Jin Qiaoqiao sat up from the pile of thatched trees. After a few months, she became dark and thin, with an unhealthy pale face. She walked to a corner of the cell, where there was a natural spring. A few drops of spring water dripped from time to time. Jin Qiaoqiao raised her head toward the crack of the rock, drank a few drops of spring water, and cheered up. After checking on several sick local women, she walked to Captain Wen Ai, who was applying a cold towel to a patient's forehead.

He said with a sad face: "Xiao Zhang is very burning. He has not eaten his rice for three days. We have no medicine. I'm afraid we can't hold on for a few days."

"These people are so crazy. They treat their tribe members so cruelly and ruthlessly. All our equipment and communication equipment were taken away." Jin Qiaoqiao complained angrily.

"It's not that simple. You don't see that these guards are muga, and their eyes are full of death. They seem to be controlled by some people with drugs and have lost their nature. And they are seriously ill and they will not come back every day." Wen Ai said with a serious expression. She is a middle-aged woman with a kind face. She is the vice president of a municipal hospital in China and has very skilled medical skills.

"Captain, we can't sit there like this! They will attack us sooner or later." Jin Qiaoqiao said worriedly.

"Yes! We must find a way to get out, but unfortunately the place is tightly guarded and we don't have any tools in our hands. There is no good way to get out for a while." Wen Ai nodded, but was a little helpless.
Chapter completed!