He really can't kill me, right? At this moment, General Mag was confused.

He has experienced many storms at his age, and the current one is the most dangerous one.

Do I trust my instincts, or do I trust the traitors?

As soon as this thought came to mind, General Mag's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a dangerous aura followed, which meant that there was something seriously wrong with this idea.

"Shit, this doesn't feel good!" General Mag suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart.

After years of wandering around the world, he has long possessed the ability to detect danger.

So, he had to reconsider.

"Tell me, can I believe what the traitor says?" Suddenly, General Mag turned around and looked behind him. The only two bodyguards had bitter expressions on their faces.

They looked dazed, and the image of their brother who had just fallen into trouble was still fresh in their minds.

"General, as long as you have the green mountains, you will never be short of firewood. Why don't you believe it this time?" The pale bodyguard tried to remind him.

"You scared thing, I don't trust your grandma!"

While cursing, General Mag pulled out his pistol, pulled the bolt, and removed the safety in one go.

"Damn it, I'm giving you face, right?" The bodyguard refused to give in. He didn't know if he could survive tomorrow, so how could he give up his life easily?

The bodyguard thought to himself: If the old guy had pointed a gun at me an hour ago, I wouldn't have dared to say a word. But now that I'm in danger and he's using a gun to scare me, I'm going to kill him first.

After thinking about it, the bodyguard was no longer polite. He rushed forward with his right hand, grabbed the gun, raised it above his head, and slapped the man with his backhand.

With a snap, General Mag's head tilted to the left, and small golden stars appeared in front of his eyes, and his head was buzzing with pain.

"How dare you! You, you, how dare you?" Old General Mag was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

He was making strange noises in his mouth and could no longer control his emotions. He reached out to grab the gun. He swore that as long as he got the gun, he would kill the other person with his own hands.

"Old man, you don't want to live anymore, do you?" The bodyguard who tried to grab the gun was also furious. He resisted because he didn't want to die. As long as the old man admitted his mistake, the bodyguard would not do anything extreme. At most, he would grab the gun and wait for an opportunity to run away.

"Traitor! I hate traitors the most. Go to hell, all of you." Old General Mag only regretted that he didn't have long nails, otherwise, even if he couldn't beat the opponent, he would scratch his opponent's face.

"Are you sick? Kill him, kill him now!"

The bodyguard who was fighting for it was obviously angered, and he winked at his companions. Then, a pistol was pointed at the temple of General Mag.

"Bastards! You traitors, you all must die. You all must die." At this moment, General Mag felt the feeling of monkeys scattering when the tree falls.

He was filled with grief and hatred, and he didn't slow down at all as he tried to grab the gun.

Bang!

Suddenly, a gunshot broke the silence!

The gunshots were so sudden that even the drones in the sky noticed the three people fighting.

When the drone's intelligent facial recognition locked onto the person lying in a pool of blood, a message rang out through the earphones of all the members of the attacking mercenary group.

"The target leader is dead, similarity 99%."

What?

The person just died like that?

Everywhere I look, I see white flags waving in the enemy camp. Didn’t we agree to surrender? Is that the end of it?

Qu Shaochen, who was holding a mobile phone, was also dumbfounded. He thought to himself, I am still waiting to play a trick on him. This grandson looked down on me at the beginning, so it is not excessive for me to play a trick on him.

As a result, he didn't even have a chance to take revenge.

"Fuck, I haven't gotten my money yet." Qu Shaochen's lips trembled, and he cursed in his heart, whoever killed that old guy, what a bastard he was.

"If you want to surrender, you can. Gather the prisoners and send a drone to approach and make announcements." Shangguan Zai ordered in the headset.

So, the drone team was dispatched, shouting from the air, asking everyone to put down their weapons, get out of line, and gather on the playground with their heads covered. Five minutes later, indiscriminate attacks were launched outside the playground.

Five minutes is lucky for those who are agile, and there is still a chance to surrender.

For those buried under the building, it is simply a soul-locking song, with strange howling sounds.

Five minutes later, a group of rabble gathered on the playground. They looked haggard and dusty, as if they had just escaped from a refugee camp.

There are about 500 people.

This number of people is obviously not proportional to the actual number.

According to the data from high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft early in the morning, General Mag’s camp has at least more than 10,000 people.

Because they wanted to seize Yan Lao'er's territory, the base camp had a large shortage of people.

There were more than 10,000 troops, but only 500 surrendered. What does this mean?

This shows that there are still many people who are resisting stubbornly.

However, the real reason was that in order to survive, the treacherous militants took the piglets hostage and hid in the basement.

In northern Myanmar, many parks and camps have dungeons built to kidnap and punish piglets.

Some of the small leaders were very cunning and had many channels to obtain information. When they learned that the people who attacked them wanted to rescue the piglets, they began to think of holding them hostage.

This resulted in the small bosses rushing into the dungeon as the war spread.

Because General Mag's barracks was too far away from the dungeon, the screams inside were too loud and could easily affect his sleep.

In the end, he didn't even have a chance to hide in the dungeon.

"Count the prisoners, load them onto trucks, and take them away. Use the drone to tell the bastards in the dungeon to hand over the hostages, or they'll be killed without mercy!"

Grabbing the intercom, Shangguan Zai gave a serious warning.

When the drone flies over the dungeon, the surrender persuasion begins and a time limit is given. If they don’t come out within ten minutes, the assault will begin!

At the ninth minute, there was no trace of the dungeon, and Shangguan Zai's face was frighteningly dark.

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