Three H19 multi-function helicopters soared into the air in a huge roar. This is the most advanced weapon of the Kokang Self-Service Volunteer Army and is used to deter the strategic equipment of the drug lords in the process.

Seeing the H19 with an M2 heavy machine gun installed on the cabin doors on both sides, the self-service army immediately cheered. No one dared to provoke the self-service army for many years. During the non-war period, these three helicopters were often used to spray pesticides to remove aphids from poppy flowers. They took off again today. I believe that the terrifying "devil" would be removed like an annoying aphid.

"Is this your confidence?"

Zhou Wenqiang shook his body and instantly drilled out twenty meters against the ground. He avoided the bombardment of several shells. He looked up and looked at the three h19s flying at about fifty meters and were flying towards him quickly, with a smile on his lips.

The morale of the self-service army was completely destroyed at this moment.

If this battle drags on for too long, the supernatural ability value that is quickly consumed is almost impossible to cope with.

"Puff!"

The two helicopters first came to the eleven o'clock and two o'clock positions above his head. The flames spit out of the m2 heavy machine gun plowed out several gullies on the ground. When the third h19 also came to the six o'clock position behind him, the three helicopters completed a beautiful encirclement. Several fire chains as thick as arms crossed back and forth, changing lines in the air, making even a pigeon unable to escape.

The gunmen operating the m2 heavy machine gun on the helicopter let out grim laughter. Their favorite thing is to tear the enemy's body with machine gun bullets. The enemy's appearance is the most beautiful, like a blooming poppy flower.

A few bullets fired out, and the opponent, known as the "Devil", disappeared completely in the smoke and dust, along with the land of ten square meters beside him. But why didn't the blood bloom? Is it because the rain of bullets shot was too fast and too fierce, and the scorching and dense bullet net instantly evaporated the guy's blood?

It's so cruel, this feeling is their favorite.

The driver loosened the joystick, while the gunmen raised their guns and looked at each other and smiled. This is what they wanted. They once again played the patron saint of the Kokang Self-help Volunteer Army!

Miss Yang Er has always been generous. After returning to the flight, each person will receive at least one gold bar reward? This is the treatment that pilots and machine gunners deserve! Compared to those idiots on the ground, they have an innate sense of superiority.

"Swoosh!"

Before the smoke and dust below completely dissipated, a blue light flashed and a figure suddenly jumped up.

"Damn! Isn't this dead?"

A helicopter pilot started to scold in the call channel, "Is it the Four-faced Buddha protecting this guy? Or is it that I was dazzled! He actually jumped up. This is a big fool. My flying height is at least fifty meters. The world high jump champion dare not have such an unrealistic dream. I really think that in a dream, I have everything when my eyes are closed?'

The voice of his companion with endless fear came from the call channel: ‘He...he isn’t jumping, he is flying!’

The guy was really flying. The enemy who was regarded as a fool the moment ago was carrying his hands on his back. He hung his chest with a slanted smile on his face and stood in the air. His cold eyes looked at them through the windshield of the cockpit, and his stinky fart was extremely stinky.

The sun, half hidden behind the West Mountain, worked hard for a long time, but finally slowly sank to the horizon. The last touch of sunset left behind was red. Zhou Wenqiang stood in the air, with red light behind him, like a true god coming to the world.

This scene was clearly seen by the self-service soldiers on the position. Some of the Tu soldiers could no longer control their emotions. They threw down their weapons, spread their hands, and bowed piously to the air.

Most of the mainland defeated troops from China were also affected by it, and began to discard weapons and worshipped the sky with a devout look on their faces.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhou Wenqiang gently took off the ak hanging on his chest, banged two shots, and exploded the heads of the two drivers. The two helicopters crashed into the ground in a swirling manner, instantly blew into two huge fireballs.

In the end, the pilot on the h19 thought to turn around and escape, but found that his hands and feet became weak and he lost the ability to control the plane. The four gunmen who controlled the hatch door machine guns stared at Zhou Wenqiang widened their eyes and completely lost the courage to fight him. They flew higher than the helicopter and had long exceeded the upward shooting angle of m2. Even if they wanted to fight, they couldn't do anything...

"What a pity."

Zhou Wenqiang looked at the wreckage of the two helicopters on the ground and felt a little distressed.

I forgot to stop just now, so it’s okay to just give up the helicopter. It’s not easy to train a driver, not to mention that these drivers are all experts in spraying agriculture in peacetime, so they shouldn’t be killed.

When did I become so fond of killing?

With a hint of self-blame, Zhou Wenqiang slowly flew out of the cockpit of the last helicopter and tapped the glass gently: "What are you still standing there? Landing immediately. As long as you are willing to accept the incorporation of Mesleshan, you can stay alive."

"ah?"

The driver and four gunmen stared at Zhou Wenqiang blankly, feeling almost dead and still alive, and shouted in his heart that the five guys were stunned for a while, and confirmed that this was true, and immediately cheered. The driver shook his wet trousers twice, and drove the helicopter slowly landing.

"kill!"

In the distant mountains and forests, six agile figures suddenly jumped out of the poppy field, leading hundreds of elite soldiers to the self-service positions all over the mountains.

There was no one resisting. The soldiers of the Self-Servant Army knelt on the ground one by one, staring blankly at Zhou Wenqiang's "landing in the clouds" and walked towards the headquarters. After the elites of the Beiwang Soul Hall entered the position, they were immediately welcomed by the warmest. The self-Servant Army threw away all their weapons and took out the fine wine and cans hidden in the bunker to entertain them. Many of them were Chinese. As we were chatting, many of them even recognized their relatives on the spot.

It has not been easy these days. Many of the people from Beiwang Soul Hall are new immigrants from mainland China. From this perspective, many of them have the same family and surname.

In a harmonious atmosphere, Zhou Wenqiang kicked open the door of the Self-Service Army Command and walked in.

......

Yang Er is a very beautiful woman. She is a ripe peach in her early forties, but her apricot kernel eyes that always like to turn around have a hint of cunning that only girls can have. Although she has not applied any makeup, her face is pink.

The long-legged outfit of hot pants made Zhou Wenqiang feel like he had returned to the 21st century. His feet were 43 inches long and white and straight, and his calves were proportioned like the purest gold. There was a golden bell on his exposed ankles, and the 'ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

The guards in the headquarters had long disappeared. They all rushed outside to accept the incorporation. Among them, the fastest ones caught the important moment of worshiping Zhou Wenqiang; Miss Yang Er leaned half and half against a long sofa, looking at Zhou Wenqiang with an innocent face. She was holding a box cannon in her hand, and a faint blue smoke appeared at the muzzle. Luo Xinghan fell beside her feet and was shot to death by a shot.

"I...I killed him, my husband..."

Miss Yang Er threw away the box cannon, held her face with both hands, her shoulders twitched gently, and her beautiful and moderate calf trembled, making the ringtone continue, like a delicate sound that can seduce feelings.

"He deceived me, and from the beginning! I thought I loved this man deeply, so I gave him my most precious chastity, my people, and all the love and trust that a woman could give, but all his sweet words were just for the benefit and money..."

"For power and money, he gave up my people, even regardless of their impending loss of life-saving rations! The message Li Guoliang conveyed must be from your intention, right? Actually, I have wanted to do that long ago. Farmers in the Golden Triangle should grow food and marijuana. Perhaps we will lose some benefits because of this, but it will make me feel clear! I love my people and I have the obligation to do this!"

"Oh, is that?"

Zhou Wenqiang nodded, sat opposite Yang Er, and gave her an encouraging look: "Continue talking."

Miss Yang Er slowly looked up, her eyes warm and sincere: "He told me that this day will come, but year after year, day after day, the Golden Triangle still has not changed at all. I have quarreled with him countless times, but I am still useless. I know that he is always lying to me, but I cannot give up my love for him."

“Until you…”

"My surname is Zhou, you can call me Mr. Zhou."

"Yes, it was not until Mr. Zhou that your order came that I knew that my wish was finally coming true, so on the first day after receiving the ultimatum, I persuaded him to accept the inclusion of Mesleshan..."

Zhou Wenqiang sighed: "He must have refused. Moreover, his prestige is growing, and his subordinates only listen to his orders. You can't control the overall situation at all, right? So our kind Miss Yang Er can only wait with hatred and love for this man, hoping to wait for an opportunity."

"The moment I appeared, you didn't mention how worried you were about me. I guess you have been praying to God to bless me to win this battle... Your kindness finally got a response from God. When I showed my true power, you finally waited for the opportunity you have been looking forward to. While he was distracted, he destroyed his relatives for justice and shot this bastard to death."

"But he is the man you loved after all...so you will still cry for this man as kind."

"Am I right about it? You must praise me, a mature beauty with a 20-year-old face, has deeply touched me. You are kind and full of justice. When you break it, you will never forget your old love. You are simply a perfect lover. Xiu'er, tell me quickly, why can you be so outstanding and so good?"

"You...Mr. Zhou, you are such a generous and friendly person. The best man I have ever met. Why... Why didn't I meet you earlier?"

Miss Yang Er raised her head and stared at Zhou Wenqiang deeply. Her voice was soft like water. The words she said could make all the men in the world feel soft in an instant. She even tiptoed and pounced over in the crisp and beautiful sound of the bells, saying, "Mr. Zhou, I'm so scared, I'm afraid..."

The seductive fragrance rushes into the nose, just like the poppy in the golden triangle, which makes people intoxicated and unaware of it.

The beauty is scared, and the beauty is asking for a hug. I believe that men in the world cannot bear to refuse such a beauties, and they do not want to be inferior to beasts.

Zhou Wenqiang was no exception. He gently hugged this delicate body and smiled in her ear: "Your bells are so beautiful. Do you mind letting me take them off and take a look? Also, they have been worn on your beauty's feet for so long, and they must be fragrant, and I can't miss them."

As he said that, he gently tapped the pipa bone on her shoulders, first destroyed her two jade arms, grabbed her slender waist and turned her hand, turned her head downwards, took off the bell ring that was put on her ankle and gently moved it a few times, threw away the one on her left foot, opened the bell ring originally worn on her right foot, and took off the largest bell and gently pressed it.

'Card'

With an almost imperceptible mechanical sound, the bell was divided into two pieces and opened. A colorful centipede slowly crawled out from inside, and was thrown on Yang Ergao's right chest with a sleeve.

"Although I really want to try whether this poisonous centipede has the ability to bite my skin, I'll forget it. Being a centipede is not easy. It must be more interested in the fragrant ones..."

Zhou Wenqiang turned around and left with a smile, and even brought the door for Yang Er casually.

A few seconds later, a soft cry of pain came from the door. The beauty is a beauty, and even the sound of pain was so charming.

Unfortunately, the tender and painful cry turned into sharp screams. It was so miserable... I heard from Ah Huo that being infected with the centipede poison will hurt the nerves, but it will not be dead for a while. It will take seven or eight hours to wail and then the whole body will be stiff and the blood will die of death.

Eight hours later, the bodies of Miss Yang Er and Luo Xinghan were carried out of the headquarters. Zhou Wenqiang glanced at her body. His beautiful face was no longer as bright as the day. His seven orifices were bleeding, his face was ferocious, and the body became as blue as it was, which made people vomit.

Even the straits of killing countless people, Li Zhuo felt a little reluctant to see it and turned his head slightly; the female flying hero and Xinjing were women after all, so they bent down and hid aside after just a look. They had never killed anyone, but had never seen a corpse like such a shrill death. Only Ferranchi, the heartless guy, and the stubborn Sheriff Brusta, did not react much.

The soldiers responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and burying the corpses were even more bitter. Several of them started to retching when they saw Yang Er's body.

"Is it so disgusting? Isn't it just a corpse?"

Zhou Wenqiang frowned slightly, and always felt something was wrong.

I don’t know when these disappearing lives can no longer move him. No matter how miserable the death is, it seems that he can’t feel anything...

"boss......"

Yixiantian first sensed the boss’s abnormality and asked carelessly: “How are you?”

He could never forget the scene when his boss started killing and defeated the enemy all the way and flew into the air like a god. At that moment, he felt that the boss was no longer the young police officer who walked into the barber shop and asked him where Mr. Gong Er was, with a smile.

This feeling is very strange, but he can't say it.

Zhou Wenqiang glanced at him indifferently: "I'm fine, do your own business. The self-service army that sincerely accepts the inclusion will be taken over by Li Guoliang. If there are any strangers, you can kill them on the spot and you don't need to ask me again!"

"yes!"
Chapter completed!