Chapter 176 The Fever Whitehead

In fact, the stubble monitor arranged to negotiate to the south and just want to exercise the courage to go south. Zhao Sanshe thought that the stubble monitor was going to embezzle the Jinsha River he had found.

"Hu, I have given you half of the river, which is my biggest concession, but you are not greedy enough. Humph, if you have the ability, come and grab it yourself."

Zhao Sanshe said loudly, and at the same time, there was continuous gunfire.

"Spancho, why don't I go out and negotiate with them again? We just need to save those Tibetans or simply let Zhao Sanshe let us go."

Zhao Sanshe's men shot at them crazily. They hid behind the stone and had no chance to rush out at all. In addition, they also have to take care of Xiuxiu and others on the sleigh and fight with Zhao Sanshe, which is not cost-effective.

The stubble monitor shook his head. He knew that Zhao Sanshe was a bully. If you are tough, he will be scared to call you master; if you bow your head to him, he will let you kneel down and call him.

What's more, Zhao Sanshe is the murderer of the Mu brothers. How can the stubble monitor bow to his enemies?

"Then let's kill."

Little Jinzi was very impulsive. After saying that, he picked up the machine gun and was about to rush out from behind the stone to fight against Zhao Sanshe.

The stubble monitor hurriedly stopped him: "You will die if you go out now."

Little gold came back and threw a gun on the ground angrily: "It doesn't work like this. Doesn't work like that. Is it possible to hide here all his life and be a lock turtle?"

The stubble monitor didn't say anything. Luo Ning wanted to say something, but felt that he should not talk too much, so he wanted to speak and stopped.

"Anyway, no one is allowed to go out now."

Zhao Sanshe is now on fire and is likely to be shot by Zhao Sanshe, who is dizzy. But as soon as the stubble monitor finished speaking, he saw a figure flashing out quickly.

Luo Ning was shocked and saw that there was one person missing on the sled.

"It's a white-headed man." Luo Ning wanted to pull him back, but before he went out, he heard the sound of gunfire constantly hitting his close stone. Luo Ning was crushed back by the bullet as dense as raindrops.

Since I was discussing whether I should go out or not, I didn't pay attention to the sleigh. The three people on the sled, Xiuxiu and Qin Lao, were already poisoned and could not move until the poison was removed. And the white-headed man...

After being captured by Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan conducted a series of studies on the white-headed man. Its electric shock, magnetization, sound shock...

Many methods were used not only to uncover the mystery of the white-headed man's life, but also caused the white-headed man to have a high fever. In response, the high fever and unconscious white-headed man swallowed the whole warm ice castle into the nine-dimensional space.

The white-headed man broke free from the shackles of the sled and staggered out.

Zhao Sanshe, who was opposite, thought that with such fierce firepower, the monitor of the stubble dared and indeed could not come out to die again. But things are often unexpected.

In the rain of bullets, the monitor sent one person.

Damn it! Zhao Sanshe was shocked. All kinds of admiration in my heart: it's really a soldier of the stubble squad!

"Hey, don't move. If you take another step forward, I won't just scare you symbolically."

Although the gunfire continued, the bullets also swarmed through my ears. In fact, Zhao Sanshe did not want to shoot the stubble monitor. He still wants to live a few more years. If you accidentally kill a Mu Xiong, you will let the stubble squad leader chase him for more than ten years. Now if you kill another soldier, you won't live the next moment.

The gunshot suddenly stopped. The white-headed man staggered and stood still, as if he didn't hold a gun.

Zhao Sanshe thought that this gray-haired guy was scared by himself and would not dare to take another step forward.

But he just put away the gun with a proud smile. The gray-haired guy opposite staggered and took another step forward.

Zhao Sanshe hurriedly pointed the gun at the white-headed man and warned him here: "Don't go any further, or you will really shoot."

After being stunned for a long time, the gray-haired guy staggered and continued to take a step forward.

Damn it! How can this guy do this? Whenever Zhao Sanshe warns not to move, he will listen and stand there motionless. But after being stunned for a while, when Zhao Sanshe thought he would not go forward, he would continue to take a step forward. And there is only a small step.

This step is not enough to threaten Zhao Sanshe, which makes Zhao Sanshe not know whether to shoot or not.

After walking forward more than a dozen steps one after another, Zhao Sanshe finally couldn't help shooting.

The bullet hit the white-headed man's calf. But the white-headed man did not respond, like a zombie.

The stubble squad leader and others hiding behind the stone all rushed out when they heard the sound of gunfire. The two sides launched a fierce gunfight.

The machine gun in Zhao Sanshe's hand suddenly hit the white-headed man, and the bullet hit his chest. According to common sense, if you are shot so many guns at once, you have to fall down even if you wear a bulletproof vest.

However, the gray-haired guy in front of him still stood there after being shot countless times, like a mummified corpse.

Zhao Sanshe is a little scared. Wipe your eyes to see if you are dazzled.

At this moment, the rickety white-headed man suddenly rushed to him. Zhao Sanshe was so scared that he forgot to shoot and directly pulled the person next to him to block him.

The man was also very scared and kept shooting at the white-headed man, but the bullet clearly hit the white-headed man. But there is no bullet hole in the white-headed man's body. Those bullets seemed to go into another space and disappeared.

After the white-headed man rushed over, he directly grabbed the man's gun. Then he stuffed the gun directly into his chest.

"Damn~" The guy who was robbed of the gun was so shocked that he stood there and forgot to escape.

The white-headed man roared and grabbed him with both hands, and then...

"Damn it." Zhao Sanshe saw the most unforgettable thing in his life, which made him the most puzzled and the most horrible thing: the white-haired guy not only couldn't be killed, but also stuffed his men into his chest.

A living person. Unexpectedly, it disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the boot that fell to the ground when his men were struggling, Zhao Sanshe threw down the gun and shouted, "Ghost!" Then he ran all the way and even forgot to drive away the car.

Zhao Sanshe's men saw their boss run away and became a group of leaders for a moment. They didn't know whether they should retreat and defend. The white-haired demons glared at them, which scared them to take up their guns and get into the car one after another.

The white-headed man jumped and stopped the road of the car. The car in front of him suddenly increased the accelerator, intending to knock the white-headed man out.

But when the car rushed towards the white-headed man like an arrow off the string, the white-headed man stood still and shook his head. The moment the car hit him, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the rut stopped, as if there had never been this car.

When the militants on several other cars saw this strange phenomenon, they were so scared that they escaped from the car, threw down their armor, and hurriedly chased Zhao Sanshe on foot.

Little Jinzi wanted to hunt down Zhao Sanshe, but was stopped by the stubble monitor.

Their weapons and equipment are not as good as Zhao Sanshe, and the elites who can fight are not dominant. If you really want to catch up with Zhao Sanshe, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat good fruit.

Little Jinzi hummed and had to give up.

Since I met Luo Ning, the monitor has felt that Luo Ning is not an ordinary person. After seeing the strange guy with his own eyes, he was not only not afraid of bullets, but also swallowed the whole car into his stomach. The stubble monitor and everyone looked at Luo Ning in surprise.

Everyone seems to be waiting for Luo Ning to give a reasonable explanation.

"E..." Luo Ning held a gun and looked at everyone at a loss. Where does it start? Luo Ning can only remain silent.

Kudo, who was hiding not far away, looked at the white-headed man and nodded with great appreciation. His expression was like telling himself, "This guy, I must get it."

Just as everyone was silent, the white-headed man fell down with a bang.

Wang Dan overcame his fear and ran over to check. She put her hand on the white-headed man's forehead and felt that his forehead was hot, like a brazier.

"He has a fever." Not waiting for Wang Dan to report the situation, Luo Ning next to him said bluntly, "He has always been like this. He will eat randomly after having a fever."

Everyone was stunned! Where have I ever seen such a person? I had a fever and ate randomly. These things turned out to be cars...

"Luo Ning, you don't have to speak immediately, but after you organize the language, you must give us an explanation."

The monitor of the stubble solemnly said to Luo Ning.

Paper can't wrap the fire after all. Luo Ning gradually felt that things could no longer be concealed. But if you want to tell them, will they believe it? Will they suddenly become selfish and start to compete for the crazy software?

The stubble monitor patted Luo Ning on the shoulder and then walked away.

Zhao Sanshe was scared away by the feverish white-headed man. I don't care about taking away these Tibetans he took to work hard for him.

The stubble monitor walked to the Tibetans and bowed to them. The Tibetans also returned the gift.

"Okay, you are safe now. Go home."

The stubble monitor looked at their frozen blue feet and said sadly.

"No, we won't leave. We still have to work for Master Zhao.

I thought these Tibetans would be grateful to themselves. But I heard a Tibetan in the crowd say. The monitor of Hu stubble was stunned: "Isn't Zhao Sanshe not cruel enough to you?"

Soaked in the cold river to let them fish for gold. Sometimes they couldn't get a piece for a whole day, Zhao Sanshe angrily treated them with a whip and beat and scolded them. But these people refused to leave: "Although he is fierce to us, he can give us a way to live. Without money, we can't survive this winter.

Now there are wildlife reserves in Tibetan areas. Rigorous hunting. There is no prey to eat, and these hunters have no hope of life. Zhao Sanshe appeared at this time. He gave everyone what he ate: just a few bags of rice and a few bags of white flour in exchange for this cheap labor.

The stubble class has been unpersuading for a long time and is having a headache for these Tibetans, but Luo Ning called him behind him: " monitor, look."

The stubble monitor turned around and saw Luo Ning come out of the jeep abandoned by Zhao Sanshe, holding a child in his hand. The child, about ten years old, saw the monitor of the stubble, and the tears flashed in his eyes.