The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 18

Tang Dao was gasping for breath, his right eyelashes were trembling without rhythm, resisting the blood seeping into his eye sockets, he stretched his hands hard, stood up, covered the wound, and said in a low voice.

"Go and see, Witt and the others are still alive."

Osborn was also stunned from the sidelines. He had seen his opponent strangled to death with his hands, and even kicked his opponent's Adam's apple, but you said that this is the first time he has seen an opponent strangled to death with his hands, because this method is very dangerous. If the enemy With the ability to resist, he attacked the next three routes, and he was the only one who was unlucky. Osborn opened his mouth half-opened, and when he heard Tang Dao's order, he quickly closed his mouth and nodded in response.

The BTR-40 is tough, but the anti-1 grenade made by Lao Maozi is not a vegetarian. The sudden power cuts to the weak point and can completely cause damage to the people inside. Of course, the probability of this is very low.

Osborn put his rifle back behind him and tried to pull the door open, but it was locked from the inside to the outside. In desperation, he could only get through from the driver's seat. Fortunately, the front and rear positions of the BTR-40 are accessible. , but the height of the space is very short. For a big man whose height is close to 190, he has to bend over.

The backseat is a mess!

There are a bunch of weapons and firearms in Luancheng, including ammunition boxes, which are also stuck vertically in the corner.

And Job is lying on Witt's body, his clothes are covered with blood.

Osborne opened the door first and dragged both of them down.

"It's hopeless, the wound is on the neck." The Englishman pointed to Job's neck and raised his head to look at Tang Dao. There was a small thumb-wide wound on it, which was obviously a fatal wound. The latter raised his brows, saying he was in trouble.

The tire man died? !

Although Tang Dao couldn't be blamed for this incident, Job died, which cannot be explained.

"Witt just passed out."

"Shit!" Tang Dao finally couldn't help cursing, how unlucky is Job so that he alone has an accident? He pursed his lips, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, but now was obviously not the time to think about it, he took a breath, his forehead hurting, "Clean up the battlefield first, withdraw."

The weapons of this group of people are not bad, and they are worth a little money, so they should be considered as damages!

After the BTR-40 drove away, I finally had the courage to show up. Such a big movement, and it was in a residential area, who couldn't hear it? It's just that he shrank back, and after the battle, he opened the door and took a peek.

Finally, a 17 or 18-year-old black youth who was a bit more courageous, wearing cloth strips on his body, rushed out and began to touch the corpse. He found a dollar bill in the pocket of a West Asian man, and raised it excitedly to chatter about Enton. Jiayu, the stinky face on the dollar bill deeply irritated all the black people around, and the next second, a roar sounded.

The corpses were all stripped, and the clothes were ripped off. What's more, the tires of the old-fashioned jeep were taken off by someone. But there are also smart people who find mineral water bottles and wash the gasoline out of the fuel tank. , spit it into a bottle, this... should be worth some money.

Armored vehicles drive along the end, you don't need to open a sign in Africa, because this bird has almost nothing, what you want, basically depends on your eyes and luck...

However, apparently Tang Dao and the others were lucky. After driving more than 800 meters, they saw a small hotel with a sign on it: "Staroftomorrow", but it seemed that there was some external force that made it crooked. In the lower left corner, there is a picture of a little bear with a simple and honest smile, and it says in English: I'm going to school (I'm going to school).

Rudely blocking the car at the door, Osborne got out of the car and dragged Witt into the hotel from the back seat.

There was a musty smell in the small hotel, but it was clean.

Boom boom boom!

Osborne knocked on the table, his voice was a bit rough, "Is anyone there?"

There were hurried footsteps upstairs, and a cowardly question, "You...what are you going to do?"

I saw a little Caucasian girl standing at the corner of the wooden ladder, about five or six years old, very cute, like a porcelain doll, with big eyes, but she was obviously scared, holding on to the handrail.

Osborne swallowed back the swear words that he wanted to scold his mother just now, and smiled on that stinky face full of beards?

Although it was ugly, Tang Dao really saw the British guy smiling, and his voice was still very gentle, "Little lady, may I ask, where are your parents?"

Tang Dao looked at him in astonishment, covering the wound with his right hand, as if he had just met him for the first time.

An ogre turned into a daughter slave?

Water?

Did God drink too much vodka?

"I...they went to a far, far away place, and I was with my grandmother." The little girl spoke very clearly and her tone was very happy, "They said that when they came back to find me, they would bring me chocolates and Spanish Bread, at that time, I no longer have to worry about bad people not letting me study. Cornelia can meet a lot of good friends."

"Cornelia? Your name?"

The little girl nodded.

"It's such a cute name. Come on, uncle, here are some dried fruits, would you like it?" Osborne took out half a pack of snacks from his pocket, and he didn't know when he hid them.

Cornelia hesitated for a while, staring at the snacks, and finally couldn't help trotting down, her short legs on the 30-centimeter step seemed hurried, wobbly, and ran to Osborne very carefully , stretched out his hand, the latter generously gave her all, and even touched her head, "Now, are we friends?"

Tang Dao glanced at his mouth, a little impatient, and frowned, "Osborn, do something serious."

Osborne supported his knees, turned his head to look at him, rolled his eyes secretly, hooked Cornelia's nose with his hand, and asked with a smile, "Where's your grandmother?"

"Damn it! Let her go!"

There was a middle-pitched angry shout, which made the eardrums hurt.

Tang Dao and Osborne raised their heads in surprise, and their scalps felt numb.

I saw a white-haired but hale and hearty old woman standing on the stairs, but her two eyebrows were unfriendly, holding a gun in her hand: jungle firearms, M9200A1 shotgun, with a hostile and even He said in a frightened and well-spoken English, "Hold me up!"

Up close...a shotgun can be a daddy!

Tang Dao and the two raised their hands in embarrassment, and Witt, who was standing next to him, let go, allowing him to slide on the ground.

"Ma'am, we are good people." Tang Dao hurriedly shouted for fear that the other party would get angry.

"Hmph, is there a good person who carries two guns? Besides, the iron box outside is also yours." The old woman's wrinkled old face flashed sarcasm, and she felt that her IQ was being despised, she pulled the gun and loaded it!

"Hey, hey, we are customers, isn't this a hotel?" Osborne was so frightened that he jumped up and down, he stretched out his hands high, for fear that others would not know that he was a coward.

The old woman frowned, UU reading www.uukanshu. com lowered the muzzle slightly and shouted, "Cornelia is back."

"Grandmother, they are good people, and they gave me delicious food." Cornelia glanced at Osborne, ran to the old woman on short legs, shook the snacks in her hand and said, the old woman just now His expression softened, he moved the muzzle of the gun, closed the safety very skillfully, and complained, "Don't you know how to call someone? If you are killed, I will not be responsible for finding a cemetery for you."

Tang Dao had something to explain, but he looked at the M9200A1 shotgun and closed his mouth wisely.

You are awesome, who told you that you have a guy in your hand.

"Give us two rooms, bigger." Tang Dao was too lazy to say, took out the money and slapped it on the table, "Give us some medical sponges by the way, thank you, and give me some food."

"This is not enough money." The old woman looked at the one hundred dollars on the table and shook her head.

"Not enough?" Tang Dao raised his voice, "This is good enough for a table in Herutfontein."

"Then you can go to Gerutfontein."

The old woman's words blocked him in an instant. She raised her cloudy eyes slightly and knocked on the table. Her fingernails were clean and neat. It was obvious that she paid great attention to her image, "This is Beryl, It's a war zone! All supplies can't be brought in, this dollar is money, but here, it's really worthless.”

"Then how much do you want?" Tang Dao gritted his teeth and asked.

“Rooms cost $30 a…”

Before she finished speaking, Osborne jumped up and said angrily, "Fuck, are you robbing?" The old woman slapped the gun on the table, and the British guy changed the subject in an instant, "Okay, listen yours."

He also patted Tang Dao's arm, shaking his hand back and forth, "Boss, this is cheap, not expensive."

Chapter end