Behind the corner of the fence, dozens of men stood densely, holding large rope nets, some carrying bags of hemp, as if waiting for something.

"Master Xiong, he's back, the target is following him, can we do it?"

The man who was lying in the corner of the wall and peeping out saw Zhang Xiaoqiang approaching this side, turned around and ran behind him, and reported back to a burly middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is in his forties, a big bearded face is particularly terrifying, half of his cheeks are scratched by old scars, the skin and flesh are rolled, the scars are entangled and intertwined like centipedes, one eye is gone, and the eyeballs are only a miserable white.

"Don't worry, wait until he turns the wall and catches him, I hope his identity is really what is rumored, otherwise it will be difficult."

Known as Master Xiong, the ghost-like man speaks in a tone that is neither rough nor big, with a somewhat northern accent, if you don't see his face, just listen to the voice, you will think that he is a relatively gentle man.

When the man who reported the news heard it, he signaled to the crowd behind Master Xiong, and a few men with ropes and sacks came out and walked to the corner together, leaning against the wall and waiting.

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt a slight uneasiness in his heart, as if he felt that something was about to happen, which made him hesitate a little, and his speed slowed down, and after a while, he felt that the uneasiness was still as slight as before, far from reaching the previous danger alarm.

This made Zhang Xiaoqiang mistakenly believe that there was an accomplice who answered the thief behind the wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out a pistol and put it on his lap, and accelerated again, he already had confidence in his marksmanship, three or five people were not in his eyes, the man in front of him had turned the corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed closely, the road was very bumpy, and the bumpy road made Zhang Xiaoqiang a little distracted.

When he turned the corner, he saw a group of men looking at him with unkind eyes, which made him suspicious, and in his doubt, he shouted loudly, and four men rushed out from his side...... Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and saw the wall beside him, four men twisted their faces and pounced on him, two with ropes, one with a sack, the man in front of him with his empty hands, arms open to him, four men wanted to capture him alive.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand held the pistol on his thigh like lightning, and before he could raise it, the man who wanted to hug him was already approaching, and the man's hands curled into eagle talons were only a line away from his collar.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand suddenly swung out, smashing the man's hands apart with an afterimage, and strangled the man's throat with his backhand, the five fingers instantly tightened and exerted force, and the huge force made his left hand clasp the throat between the man's throat, and the nails between the five fingers were easily inserted into the flesh of the man's neck like cutting tofu.

"Ha ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted, tore a big hole in the man's throat, and a bloody throat pipe was pulled out with the meridians, and in the blood splash, the man squirted out a mouthful of blood foam, rolled his eyes and fell weakly on the side of the wheelchair.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were like ice staring at the three people who rushed behind him, his head and face were covered with blood, and his left hand was still clutching the throat dripping with blood, and the gurgling blood flowed down like a stream, slowly revealing the white of the throat.

The three men remained in a fluttering position, standing still in place, like three statues, their eyes showing a deep fear, they had forgotten their mission, and their eyes were only the throat and the blood on it.

"......" A loud shout came from a distance to wake up the three of them, and they let out a wolf-like howl, twisting their facial features, and continued to pounce on Zhang Xiaoqiang like evil ghosts.

Three gunshots rang out, and the three men fell to the ground on their backs, their blank eyes staring at the sky, blood spilling from the bullet holes on their foreheads.

At the same time, where in the walls of the camp.

"Where's the gun? Where to shoot? The leader of the quadruple heavy fireteam leaned back in his seat and asked the team members above, and the sound seemed to be not very far from the camp, which made the extremely bored team leader interested.

"I don't know, we can't see it, it's in the gathering place, maybe it's the guys inside, who knows?"

The members of the guards above didn't see it for a long time, most of their attention was on the market area and the lake, and they didn't care much about the people who left the market, Zhang Xiaoqiang left, they didn't see it, so they naturally didn't know that Zhang Xiaoqiang was in danger.

"What's going on? Where to shoot? ”

Huang Quan ran from the depths of the camp, holding an armed belt in his hand and tying it to his body, his hair was **, and some tiny white foam was left on it, it seemed that Huang Quan was taking a bath, and he ran out when he heard the gun.

"I don't know, it's none of our business, it's from the gathering place, probably who is fighting, ha...... Maybe the girls in the women's barracks have been attacked again? ”

The team members above looked like they had nothing to do with themselves, and they looked high, and the speculation about the women's barracks made him a little gloating, and the team members all knew about Uncle Yun and Taro, and they were very uninterested in the women's barracks.

Huang Quan heard that something might happen to the women's barracks, he was stunned, his face was cloudy, if he wanted to say disgust, he was disgusted with the women's barracks more than anyone else, and he couldn't let go of his old classmate Zhao Xiaobo in his heart, thinking that the women's barracks was breached, Zhao Xiaobo was killed or something else, his heart was a little uncomfortable.

Of course, it's just uncomfortable, Huang Quan has done his best to give the women's barracks a thousand catties of fish and meat, let him take the team members to fight for others, he is unwilling, and in the end, he sighed and turned back to the camp to continue to take his bath.

The screen turns back.

Dozens of people standing not far away froze, they looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and the four corpses on the ground in a daze, in less than a minute, Zhang Xiaoqiang killed four people in a row, the means were ruthless, one of them died extremely miserably, the flesh and blood between the throats turned up, and the cervical vertebrae of Sen Sen could be vaguely seen, and the blood gushed out from the breach like a spring, flowing to the ground to form a stream of blood, and flowing to Zhang Xiaoqiang's wheelchair.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the dozens of men in front of him, slowly turned the wheelchair and stepped back, the person who knew the time was Junjie, his body had not fully recovered, dozens of men rushed up together and would not leave him too much time to change the bullets, when dozens of people were frightened by him, he slowly retreated, as long as he was outside the corner, his rescue would appear.

"Give it all to me, grab him 500 catties of rice each, three beauties ......"

The sound of shouting before sounded in the crowd again, the voice was Mandarin with a northern accent, without too much emotion, very cold, very penetrating, so that those stunned men came back to their senses, but they came back to their senses but did not dare to step forward, because Zhang Xiaoqiang raised the pistol again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his pistol and aimed at the people in front of him, his eyes scanned the crowd, trying to find the leader who was hiding in the crowd and giving orders, but unfortunately, that person was too cunning and didn't even want to expose the corners of his clothes to Zhang Xiaoqiang's sight.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that none of the dozens of people dared to move, his heart was slightly relieved, he put down the pistol and quickly turned the wheelchair, swearing in his heart that as long as his body was not fully recovered, he would never run around again.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to retreat, Xiong Ye, who was hiding in the crowd, was anxious, flicked his sleeves, and two silver-gray pistols fell into the palm of his hand, raised his hand and shot, two gunshots rang out, and the two people standing at the front of the crowd were like electric shocks, their heads spewed out some black and white things, and they leaned forward suddenly, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Two holes were punched in the back of the men's heads, blood mixed with brains flowed out of the holes, and not far from them, the skulls with hair fell to the side, and scattered brains dotted around.

"If you don't move, you'll die......"