Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

"Your people can't come back," Zhao Bohan said, the bat shirt turned his head angrily, wanting to get angry, but saw that his face was calm, and there was no sign of ridicule at all.

Zhao Bohan knew what happened.

Whether it is Renzhu or Shen Ling, they can easily deal with these two groups of gangsters. People in bat shirts are not as good as mercenaries. proof.

"The rainstorm is about to stop. Let's see how long this group of pretenders can hide." Batshirt said again, stopping the idea of ​​sending people there again. The current situation is unknown. It seems that there are still people alive in this land. This should be the ghost of the local villagers or mountain people.

"Didn't you see the woman who hanged herself? This place is very evil." Zhao Bohan supported his father, as if he had seen through the idea of ​​the bat shirt.

"Shut up!" The bat shirt pressed the gun against his forehead.

"Boss, money!" The subordinates around him hurriedly reminded.

This requirement forced Batshirt to suppress his anger. After calming his breath for a long time, he said word by word: "You don't have to say anything sarcastic. The fewer people, the better. I just happen to pay more money."

"Listen everyone! If there are fewer brothers in this operation, except for the family allowance, everyone will share it equally!" He roared as if in revenge, venting his dissatisfaction.

It all boiled down to this damn weather, it rained heavily for no reason, and it didn't even want to stop.

Thunderstorms in the mountains may be strange, maybe only on the top of the mountain, and everything else is fine.

Everyone waited silently for the middle of the night, and finally hoped that the rain would stop. Some of the passengers had a fever, but under the control of the gun barrel, they had to stay next to each other even if they were struggling.

Zhao Bohan didn't think that these passengers would survive until noon the next day. In fact, if it wasn't for the heavy rain and these accidents that occupied the mind of the bat shirt, it is very likely that they have all been dealt with by now.

"Now that the rain has stopped, what do you think?" Zhao Tianqi said tremblingly, after a whole night of tossing, his whole body was drenched and chilled.

"There is no way we can bring so many people with us. You know, we only have a few dozen people," Batshirt said indifferently, almost giving his subordinates a look.

"Don't kill anyone! I'll give you money." Zhao Tianqi yelled, and coughed for a while. He himself had an old coughing disease, and he was drenched in the rain in the middle of the night, which seemed to show signs of recurrence.

Zhao Bohan's face turned blue, and he kept patting his father's back, with a cold and vicious feeling in his heart.

In the ruins, Gao Xingwei got down from the beam, listening to Shen Ling's calm breathing, he felt a lot of frustration in his heart, and even grabbed her, in fact, he couldn't even get close to her.

"The rain stopped." Shen Ling's attention was all focused on the ancient banyan tree in the village.

The bandits would surely start moving, and they would never take such a crowd with them.

"I know you are a thief. You can kill me with your skills. Anyway, no one will know about this place even if I die." Gao Xingwei leaned over and said.

"I think so too," Shen Ling replied intently, completely ignoring him, "but even if I kill you, I won't be able to kill all those gangsters. When the rain stops, they will still go to the tail of the plane if they have no food. Now they Going to kill!"

In front of the ancient banyan tree, the bat shirt looked at the muddy road, rolled his eyes, and said coldly to his subordinates: "Ask a few brothers to fetch food, and the rest of the crew will instruct these passengers to dig a big hole."