A spy who infiltrated the wilderness wanderers."

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His voice was not loud, but through the shape of his mouth, He Ao could roughly guess what he said.

He suddenly became a spy.

He Ao laughed dumbly.

Obviously, this is a reason the other party made up casually in order to eliminate unfavorable factors.

After all, they have actually become enemies with He Ao, and now He Ao is in their rear area. If He Ao seizes the critical opportunity to cause an incident, it will easily affect the outcome of the final battle.

Instead of waiting for He Ao to cause trouble, it is better to strike first and kill He Ao first.

As the war situation stabilized, the deputy leader also established prestige in the convoy, and soon three heavily armed gang members came over.

The car that He Ao belonged to was at the innermost side of the convoy and received relatively few attacks.

Of course, this was also a position deliberately arranged by the team leader to prevent He Ao from escaping.

But this also made it easier for the three gang members to come over.

"Hey, uncle, are you still alive?"

The young man in the lead was the young man who was with the leader when He Ao first wanted to hitchhike. He had met him before.

He glanced at He Ao, and then at Aini, who was behind He Ao.

Aini is very beautiful, one of those beauties who can be found in an instant even if she is thrown into a crowd.

"Uncle, your daughter is so beautiful."

The young man laughed, crossed He Ao, and climbed into the carriage.

He looked back at the two gang members behind him and said, "Tie up this old man."

"But... the deputy leader asked us to kill him directly..."

One of the gang members replied carefully.

"Why kill him?" The young man rolled his eyes, "Look at how charming this girl is, she can be worth a lot of money if sold to Irons, and..."

He unbuttoned his pants and glanced at Aini, "Wouldn't it be more exciting in front of my father?"

"But···"

What else did the gangster want to say?

"Are you the team leader, or am I the team leader?" the young man spat, looked at He Ao again, put the submachine gun in his hand against He Ao's face, and said with a smile, "Look at how sick this old man looks.

, looks like a useful person? I was in front of him...Gulu..."

The sharp blade passed through the young man's throat, and bright red blood flowed along the blood groove on the sword.
Chapter completed!