Xhaka is the latest rising star, he was just a lumberjack before.
Because the local ruler was too incompetent, he teamed up with several fellow villagers and chopped the other party down at night.
He is also an extremely smart person. After ruling this place, he did not pursue pleasure, but instead found the Sun family armed forces that have been in the limelight recently.
He joined them with the promise of benefits.
Because of his strong ability and great understanding of human nature, he quickly gained the other party's recognition.
He was stationed in the area of the mine, which was rich in rubies.
Because it was so precious, he received support from people and weapons.
He transformed himself from a low-level lumberjack into a local armed leader.
In the evening, Dazhali was very lively with singing and drinking.
Groups of militants took off their weapons at night, gathered around the fire to barbecue and drink.
In such a turbulent area, no one can see the future.
Perhaps joining the local armed forces is the best option.
Although I live on the edge of a knife and have to worry about my head hanging on the waist of my pants every day, it is better than being oppressed at the bottom of society forever.
Therefore, most people believe in hedonism and enjoy every day they can, because no one knows whether they can see the sun tomorrow.
Xhaka also comes from a low-income background, so what he likes most is to get along with his men.
He immersed himself in the crowd, drinking, blowing bottles, playing cards with his subordinates, and having a lot of fun.
He is also very generous. When he is happy, he will take the money and throw it directly into the crowd.
So he is very popular here.
Finally, they drank too much and were tired of playing.
Zaka hugged a woman and returned to his tent.
Private armed forces, no vigilance at all.
Their sentries were also drowsy and oblivious to the movements around them.
However, just after two o'clock in the morning, a figure approached quietly.
He bypassed the sentries and took advantage of the night to sneak into the camp.
The figure moved extremely quickly and without making any sound.
He groped his way in like a ghost, then opened the tent to check who was inside.
Zaka's tent was the largest one. After the fierce battle, he drove the women out and went to sleep alone.
He doesn't like to have people around him when he sleeps, and now he snores loudly after drinking too much.
The figure stopped in front of Zaka, with a hint of coldness emanating from the depths of his eyes.
Zaka was extremely vigilant and would not take off his weapons even when he was sleeping.
He even had a gun in his hand. If someone disturbed him at this time, he would pick up the gun and fire a volley of bullets without hesitation.
The figure slowly approached Zaka, and under the dim light, his true face was revealed.
It turned out to be Old Wen. He stared at Xhaka and locked onto his vital points.
Perhaps because of his natural alertness, Xhaka suddenly opened his eyes while sleeping.
Seeing Old Wen in front of him, he subconsciously reached for the gun in his arms and was about to shoot back.
At the same time he opened his mouth and tried to shout to wake up the guards outside.
But he didn't have the chance.
Old Wen moved forward quickly, like a cheetah lurking in the night.
With a flash of cold light, the dagger in his hand passed across Zaka's neck.
Puff, warm liquid flowed out from Lao Wen's neck.
His body was stiff, and he never had the chance to cry for help again.
He swung his knife back and accurately cut off both of his hands holding the gun.
Then Lao Wen waved the knife in his hand and attacked crazily.
It was not until Xhaka fell to the ground, without any strength to fight back, that he let out a breath.
Xhaka used his last bit of strength to try to raise his head.
He wanted to see who dared to break into his camp and assassinate him.
However, what came into view was an expressionless face.
The face has dark skin, and the beard and hair look a little messy.
He looks ordinary, just like most of the lowest-level people in Jinsanpo, with nothing outstanding about him.
However, such an ordinary-looking person lost his life at the most proud and glorious moment of his life.
He stared at Lao Wen, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
With a thud, Zaka fell to the ground and never got up again.
Old Wen slowly turned around and walked out.
"Who is it?" someone spotted him and shouted in Laomo language.
At the same time, with a click, the bolt of the gun was pulled up and pointed at Lao Wen.
Lao Wen flashed and approached the man at an extremely fast speed, passing by the other person.
With a thud, the other person fell to the ground with a huge wound on his neck.
Cut the throat with one knife, quickly and accurately.
Bending over the other person to wipe the blood off the dagger, Lao Wen slowly stood up.
The assassination was successful, but he did not retreat. Instead, he walked deeper into the camp.
The next day, early morning.
A piece of news came out that shocked Jin Sanpo.
Zaka was assassinated, and more than half of his 100-man battalion stationed in the mine were killed.
No one knew how many people were on the other side, and they acted extremely quickly and ruthlessly.
Now several of Zaka's younger brothers are fighting for the position of boss, and there is constant gunfire in the mine.
Even the people stationed in the village to supervise the shoveling of the land withdrew, and Xiaomo Village seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.
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