"Click!"

His throat was shattered, and Lao Liu collapsed.

Zhang Cheng turned his head to look at the bullet-riddled Santana.

"Brother Zhang..." Zhang Tian's lips trembled as he pushed open the car door, tumbled off the driver's seat, and fell to the ground. His legs were weak, and he couldn't stand up even after several attempts.

"elder brother!"

"Brother, are you alright?"

Zhang Jianhao and his men also rushed out of the ditch, their faces showing no fear, only lingering dread and anger.

Zhang Cheng picked up the two pistols from the ground, quickly checked the magazines, and tossed one of them, along with several spare magazines, to Zhang Jianhao.

"Let's go check ahead!"

He left the other gun behind, his voice completely calm.

“Okay!” Zhang Jianhao replied, crouching low and leading the way towards the front of the convoy.

Li Qiming walked to the strangled gunman, picked up the fallen pistol, and quickly searched the man's body.

Zhang Cheng then jumped into the drainage ditch beside the national highway, squinted, and moved forward quickly using the ditch wall as cover.

A dozen meters ahead of the truck, a large pile of rocks was piled up, completely blocking the way.

It had been planned for a long time.

The nearly 14 million treasury bonds were indeed worth the risk of a desperate person.

Zhang Cheng climbed out of the drainage ditch and quickly scanned the area near the national highway, but did not find any other enemies.

Zhang Jianhao, holding a gun, knocked on the door of the truck's cab.

The truck driver poked his head out, his face still showing shock, his voice trembling: "We...we've been robbed?"

Zhang Jianhao didn't answer, but asked only, "Did you see anyone else?"

"I...I didn't see it!"

Zhang Jianhao frowned. His path was blocked, and there were definitely more people lying in ambush than just the two from before.

There was a deathly silence all around.

Li Qiming, along with Shengzi and the others, also arrived.

"Sword Master, what's the situation now?" Li Qiming asked in a low voice.

"I don't know."

"Damn it!" Li Qiming cursed, his eyes flashing with malice as he brandished his gun. "Search separately. If no one's there, move the stones away quickly!"

"middle!"

The seven men immediately scattered, crouching low, and darted into the darkness on either side of the national highway.

Zhang Tian was still slumped next to the last Santana, his trousers hanging loosely, his whole body trembling like a leaf. Looking at the two corpses so close to him, he was terrified.