The islander was clever; as soon as he escaped from the water dungeon, he grabbed a gun and ran away.
But he hadn't yet witnessed Chen Rou's prowess.
He said, "Song Yuanchao, wake up! She's just a girl, a frail girl!"
Song Yuanchao snapped off the safety on his gun and said, "Shut up your Taiwanese accent. If you keep yelling like that, I'll kick you out of the car!"
The Taiwanese man almost spoke again, but finally shut his mouth.
Nie Han, who had been crying, was amused by this scene and smiled. Chen Rou, who couldn't stand the coquettish Taiwanese accent, couldn't help but smile.
Moreover, she always felt that Song Yuanchao's behavior and language were very similar to her own, like a soldier, so she wanted to ask him about his background, but now was not the time for idle chatter, the important thing was to escape.
In the blink of an eye, the car arrived at the town entrance. In such an armed town, there were always guards. Chen Rou pulled a black cloth off her waist to cover her face, and immediately a large searchlight shone brightly on her. Someone shouted in English, "Attention, attention, get out of the car for inspection!"
There is a guard post ahead, with five guards visible in total.
A job has come in; we have to kill someone.
Song Yuanchao only had a tattered pair of underwear around his waist, as did the Taiwanese boy, including Nie Zhao; they were all naked men.
He looked at Chen Rou and said, "We can't bring guns. Why don't you hide a dagger? We can work together and kill as many as we can."
Chen Rou said, "Taiwanese boy, come with me. Comrade Yuanchao, stay here. I'll lead people over for you to kill!"
The Taiwanese boy was just as tall as Song Yuanchao, but even thinner, looking like a bean sprout.
He looked like a coward, but he got off the bus without hesitation.
Of course, he had to get out of the car because unless he could escape the Philippines, he would be caught and fed to the crocodiles.
Chen Rou followed closely behind and got out of the car, raising her hands as she walked forward.
The searchlight shone so brightly on the two men that they couldn't even open their eyes and could only grope their way forward.
The guard, holding a megaphone, shouted in English: "Which park are you from? What are you doing here?"
They were strange. The boy from Taiwan was skinny and only wore shorts, looking like a laborer. Although Chen Rou was wearing a uniform, her legs were particularly slender, and under the glaring light, it was immediately obvious that she was a woman.
Of course, she couldn't keep up the act any longer. With the gun pointed at her, she pulled down her black cloth to reveal her face and said in English, "Guys, I'm Mr. Gui Tou Chang Chang's woman. He's in the car, and he's badly injured."
She's exploiting the information gap.
She sabotaged Kito Chang's radio, so since no one else knew what was happening on his end, she could fabricate stories. And the injury of the leader of an armed park was incredibly sensational news, immediately piquing the interest of the guards.
The one trailing behind was a fat man. He raised his gun and asked with a smile, "Is Ghost Head Chang in that car?"
Chen Rou nodded, subtly stepped out of the area illuminated by the incandescent headlights, closed her eyes to regain her vision, and pretended to be in pain, saying, "We encountered a rebellion, and he was shot by his men."
Private armed forces, rebellions happen every day, and the king takes turns sitting on the throne—this lie makes perfect sense.
The fat guard beckoned to a shorter one and said in Cantonese, "Damn! Ghost Head Chang is injured. Let's go take a look."
Immediately, a bow-legged man stepped forward, pressed his gun against Chen's chest, and deliberately rubbed the muzzle of the gun against her chest with a lewd expression.
This place is full of scumbags and perverts. Chen Rou is experienced and knows exactly what they like. She deliberately raised her slender hand and gently stroked the gun barrel, then flicked her finger lightly, and the buttons on her shirt immediately came undone, revealing her fair chest.
The woman with bowlegs was a little shorter than her, and when she first saw that patch of exposed skin, she shuddered with excitement.
They were unarmed, and the Taiwanese man was aiming at a guard in the post.
The guard was eating a delicious pork chop rice bowl while listening to the radio, with his gun lying on the table.
The palm-sized pork chop was covered in sauce, and the guard was eating with great interest. The Taiwanese boy thought that Chen Rou was seducing the armed guard to create an opportunity for him. He swallowed and was ready to grab the gun.
Just as he was about to act, Chen Rou's hand, which had been gently stroking the gun barrel, suddenly hardened, and she pushed the muzzle towards the guard's throat. Immediately, a gunshot rang out, and the bow-legged guard was pierced through the throat by his own gun, his head exploding.
With a shove, Chen Rou blocked the gun barrel of the guard behind her. As she retreated, she fired her gun with a series of volleys, each shot hitting the head cleanly and efficiently. The guard behind her, who had just raised his gun, had his brains splattered all over Chen Rou's face.
The stench of brain matter immediately overpowered the enticing aroma of the pork chop rice, making the Taiwanese man nauseous.
Just as Chen Rou turned her gun around, the guard in the post was about to grab it.
The woman with a black scarf around her neck was slender. Underneath her half-exposed military green shirt was a knitted sweater stained with blood. She had a pair of Chinese-style phoenix eyes, round and slightly upturned, with a sharp gaze and luscious lips.
She raised an eyebrow and said, "I hate killing people the most. Give me the courtesy of not killing you, okay?"
...
At the same time, gunfire erupted from the armored vehicle's location. When Wan Daozi turned around, he saw that the two guards who had gone to check the vehicle were already lying flat on the ground.
Of course it was Song Yuanchao who did it; he dealt with the two guards in a flash.
The guard eating pork chop rice had bulging cheeks and a greasy mouth. He chewed and raised his hands.
At the same time, news came over the radio: "Attention! A prisoner has escaped from Anilo Port in a Mustang armored vehicle, license plate number XL2571. If you spot him, please contact me immediately. A reward of 5 million pesos will be given."
The peso is the currency of the Philippines.
Five million pesos is equivalent to half a million Hong Kong dollars, which is an astronomical sum these days.
And Anilo Port is precisely the industrial park of Kito Chang.
It seems he has fixed the radio and officially begun issuing warrants for their arrest.
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