"Uncle......!"

The corners of Uncle Zhong's mouth twitched, his legs stood in place like wooden stakes, his left hand trembled and pulled down the wine jug and took a sip, and then asked simply: "On the tree you fell, I tied the red rope, did you see it?"

He was stunned and the others were stunned, but only when the strong team heard this, they suddenly felt panicked on their faces.

There are rules for running the mountains, but the rangers and these thieves, just like the police and criminal suspects, as long as the interests still exist, the police will never be able to eliminate crimes, and as long as the wood can be exchanged for money, the rangers will never be able to catch the mountains.

This seemingly hostile relationship is also interdependent, because if there were no poachers, there would be no rangers. And Uncle Zhong has eaten this bowl of rice for almost his whole life, can he not understand the truth?

There is a red rope tied to the wood, and that represents a kind of agreement, which is the signal of the ranger to the poachers, you can't touch such trees! Because they haven't grown yet, they're saplings, and it's not time to cut them down yet!

This agreement has existed for almost a hundred years, and generations of thieves and forest rangers have silently followed this agreement, because the sapling represents the future, and represents the common job of forest rangers and poachers!

But I don't know when, while society is developing, people are evolving in the opposite direction. Their eyes have become shorter, their hearts have become more greedy, they only care about immediate interests, and they dream of getting rich overnight all day long. The predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, this sentence that brought together thousands of years of Chinese words, in the hearts of these young people, became worthless.

They think, if I don't steal, others will steal too, and if a mother is a B, the sapling grows into a tree that can be cut down, so how many teenagers will it take? Can I afford to wait?

I can't afford to wait!

All I want is now, right now, right away, there's money to spend!, it's that simple!

"I'm a forest ranger, I can't ignore it if I run into it, people stay, trees stay, you can go!" Uncle Zhong twitched the corners of his mouth, and waved his hand in a hearty tone.

"How old are you JB? You take care of JB, don't follow the blind mix, roll the calf!" The young man in the car walked in front of Uncle Zhong and stretched out his hand to push it!

"Smack!"

Uncle Zhong grabbed the young man's wrist with his left hand like a pliers, then slammed it down, pointed to his nose and asked, "You don't have parents at home?"

"Old B-lantern, let go of me!" the young man grinned in pain and cried out.

"Leave me the people and trees!" Uncle Zhong frowned and pushed the young man away, raised his neck and took another sip of wine, then raised his head and shouted at He Mi.

"Fuck you...... mother!" the young man was so angry that he was about to hit him with his fist.

"Smack!"

Uncle Zhong grabbed the young man's wrist again with the same posture and the same technique, and then followed by a big mouth and pulled it down, and asked in a deep voice: "Little rabbit cub, you are also a mixed society! Your eldest brother taught you like this?"

"Can it be done?"

Jin Wenguo sat in the car, lowered the window and suddenly shouted.

"You're a B-raised, you're not finished, what are you going to do?" He was confused and carried the sand troll, walked forward, stood three meters away from Uncle Zhong, and then asked with the barrel of the gun: "I'm old, my head is not good, do you?

"......!" Uncle Zhong snorted wine in his nostrils, and looked at He in a daze, without saying a word.

"Take him away, go back and talk, hurry up!" He scolded everyone in confusion and irritation.

"Hulala!"

Seven or eight people surrounded them in an instant.

"What are you doing when you're so old!"

"Hurry up, fuck you, don't let me drag you!"

These people stood under the trench, stretched out their hands and dragged Uncle Zhong's arm, urging while pulling down.

"Let go of me!"

"Loose JB!"

"Quack!"

Uncle Zhong returned his hand and punched the young man who spoke, and he stepped back.

"Fuck you, fuck him!"

The young man took two steps back and shouted directly.

Although Uncle Zhong's physique is tough, he is almost sixty years old after all, and he was dragged down the dirt slope by his young friends, and his body almost fell.

"What the are you doing?" Kim Wenguo pushed the car door and walked out again.

"Whoa!"

At the same time, Uncle Zhong unzipped the backpack behind his back with his left hand, and directly caught an old-fashioned single-barreled hunting that fell out of it with his palm!

"Bang bang ......!"

Uncle Zhong's right hand swept through his waist, and then he quickly clenched his fists, and four green cylindrical bullets were inserted in the blink of an eye between his five fingers!

"Old B, you still dare to play with guns!" He Mi confused picked up the sand troll again.

"Say it again, people and wood are left, you roll the calves for me!" Uncle Zhong gritted his teeth and said.

"What can you do if I don't get out?"

"I can kill you!" Uncle Zhong's voice was as penetrating as ever.

"You brag about ......!"

"Kang!"

A gunshot suddenly rang out between the mountains and forests, and the gunfire suddenly appeared, pulling the old man!

"Poof!"

After the gunshot, He fell to the ground in a daze!

"Whoa!"

The bullet casing flew out of Uncle Zhong's single-barreled hunting, and he clenched his fist in his right hand, and the bullets in his fingers were inserted into the gun almost seamlessly!

"Fuck, you dare to shoot!"

The three people who escorted the car also took out the sand trolls they carried with them.

"Huh!"

Uncle Zhong stood under the dirt pit and turned around!

Two groups of people look at each other!

"Kang!"

"Whoa!"

"Kang!"

"Whoa!"

“……！”

Five seconds later, the rapid gunfire went out, and the cold wind was blowing on the black earth!

Uncle Zhong stood alone in place, and in front of him, including He Mi, a total of four people fell to the ground, blood splashed, slowly infiltrating along the texture of the land.

Jin Wenguo was stunned, He was lying on the ground in a daze, his thighs bleeding, and he shouted heartbreakingly.

"Little cub, are you still coming?" Uncle Zhong glared at the tiger's eyes, clenched his right fist, and inserted four bullets into the gap between his fingers, and the sound was extremely deafening.

No one dares to talk to each other!

"In 29 years, the Kuomintang went into the mountains to suppress bandits, and in the end 10 people ran out! After the founding of the People's Republic of China in 49 years, the Communist Party and the Communist Party had to let Yanbian Prefecture be autonomous! These two parties are not easy to do when they come, just you gangs, little cubs who don't have any hair, and you still have to compare guns in the old forest? If I am 20 years younger, I will do you with one hand!" Uncle Zhong's voice is extremely rich, standing under the mountains and forests, as if he can echo with the green mountains that gave birth to him and raised him.

The voice echoed for a long time, floating in the mountains and forests! This is the roar of the last guardian, although he is old and exhausted, but when the steel spear is held in his hand, the former style of the forest is like a dazzling sun.

The tiger roared in the mountains and forests, and the anger shook all directions!