"Let's go back. There's no need to explore this place anymore." Yang Jing said with some disappointment. The others looked at each other and followed Yang Jing into the car.
Yang Jing and Gege were sitting in the lead car, with Morris as the driver. After Yang Jing got in the car and looked at the navigation, he said to Morris, "I see there seems to be a fork at the foot of the mountain. The other road can lead back to Xibok Town. Let's turn from there and go to the other road."
Morris nodded, started the car, and began to drive down the mountain. The three cars behind immediately followed.
But just when the car was about to reach the three-way intersection, several dark-skinned men suddenly jumped up from the roadside. They looked dark and thin and were obviously local natives, but these natives all had guns in their hands.
Morris suddenly became nervous. The car they were riding in was not bulletproof, so Morris stepped on the brakes to stop the car and turned around and said, "Boss, Sophia, lower your head quickly. Don't raise your head unless necessary. We are in trouble."
After saying this, Morris pressed a button and said, "Guys, there are six gunmen ahead, alert immediately!"
Morris had a wireless communicator on his lips, and his words were immediately heard by the bodyguards in the cars behind. Then, accompanied by a series of rapid brake sounds, the four white Toyota Prados stopped. However, the two Prados driven by Chris and Kevin Martin stopped directly in front of Yang Jing's car, blocking it tightly, while the car driven by Clark blocked Yang Jing's car from behind.
Accompanied by a series of rattling sounds of guns being loaded, except for Morris and Valentina who was sitting in the passenger seat, the twelve bodyguards in the other three cars all got out with guns in hand. Using the car doors as cover, the muzzles of eight automatic rifles and three pistols were immediately aimed at the six native men who suddenly appeared in front, while Thor Smith carried a big gun and went not far away.
Chris, who was at the front, holding a .50 caliber Desert Eagle in his hand, hid behind the door and shouted in English: "People in front, put down your weapons and lie on the ground. You have seriously threatened our safety. I will count to three. If you don't put down your guns, we will shoot!"
English is the official language of the Philippines. These native men may not speak English fluently, but since they have guns in their hands, they can definitely understand English.
Sure enough, with Chris's shout, the six native men were so frightened that they trembled all over. They were so arrogant just now, but now they were as scared as frightened quails. They put their AK47s on the ground and lay on the ground. They probably didn't expect that there would be so many tough people in these four cars.
Morris winked at Sean on the other side of the car. Sean, who was wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a gun, stood up straight, then slowly walked in front of the men and asked condescendingly, "Who are you? Why are you holding a gun to stop our car?"
Sean Hannington used to be a tough guy in the Morris Mercenary Group, a very ruthless person. At this moment, he was standing in front of these six native men with a gun in his hand. The aura he exuded scared those native men even more.
Sean used his foot to lift the native man lying in front of him, and pointed the muzzle of his gun directly at the guy's forehead, "Speak!"
A foul smell suddenly came out from the crotch of the man's pants. The guy was so scared by Sean that he peed his pants. But this did not affect Sean. He just spat and pulled the bolt directly, as if he would shoot you if you don't say anything.
"#￥%……@" The man trembled and said something, but unfortunately, he obviously couldn't speak English, he only spoke Tagalog, but unfortunately, no one present could understand him. But the guy spoke and gestured, and Chris and the others roughly figured out the origins of these guys.
It turned out that there were two wooden roadblocks erected on the other two roads at this fork in the road. The roadblock leading to the mining area seemed to be more regular, but the roadblock leading to the other road was clearly a roadblock cobbled together. Although this man could not speak English, with his "counting money" gesture, everyone understood why these guys appeared here.
Obviously, the roadblock leading to the mining area at this intersection should have been set up by the mining area to intercept irrelevant personnel and vehicles. These armed natives should be specifically guarding this intersection.
The road we came from was quite narrow, with ditches more than half a meter deep on both sides. It was obviously impossible to turn around on this road, so cars that were unaware of the situation could only take another road when they arrived here.
Therefore, these guys must have had some bad intentions, so they set up a roadblock on another road. It was obviously impossible for outsiders to enter the mining area, but if they wanted to go to another road, they had to pay a certain fee.
This is just like the "local toll stations" set up in some rural areas near the regular toll stations on the national highways in China more than ten years ago. Some vehicles that are unwilling to pay at the regular toll stations often use the nearby rural roads to bypass the toll stations. However, the farmers in the villages near the toll stations are obviously unwilling to let these vehicles use their village roads for nothing, so they will set up some roadblocks on the road to collect fees.
Large vehicles may need to pay a toll of 30 yuan when passing through a regular toll station, but only need to pay a toll of 10 yuan when taking a small road, so these local toll stations can still collect a lot of money in a day.
The actions of these men were obviously the same as those of the local toll booths in China. They simply wanted to make some extra money and satisfy their desire to be road bullies, but they didn't expect to hit a wall.
Chris came to Yang Jing's car and whispered what happened in front of him. Yang Jing was naturally too lazy to argue with such natives, so he said lightly: "Don't pay attention to those natives, move the roadblocks on that road, and let's go."
Chris nodded, put the gun on his back, and trotted to the roadblock on the other road. Just as he moved the roadblock away, he heard a noise behind him. Turning his head, he saw an open-top SUV driving over. Four men, obviously Westerners, got out of the car with guns in their hands and raised their guns against the car...
PS: I have been busy negotiating contracts in other places these days, and I have to work until seven or eight in the evening every day. The update volume is a bit less. I hope that all book friends will forgive me.
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