C327 Cannon Head
C327 Cannon Head
On the plane in the distance, Ye Ling was wearing a pair of glasses and watching Ximen Wuque surround himself with a human wall. He couldn't help but laugh. He put away his sniper rifle and smiled as he held a cigarette in his mouth.
"This kid should be Ximen Wudao's brother, Ximen Wuque, as the System said."
Ye Ling could still kill him with one shot now, and these few people couldn't stop the power of the super sniper rifle and still penetrate through it. It's just that Ye Ling wanted to capture this guy alive, then maybe he could threaten Ximen Family to hand over all the mines in Africa.
Just when Ye Ling was about to tell the pilot to take the plane to Ximen Wuque's direction, the sound of tanks came from behind him. A weird smile appeared on Ye Ling's face once again.
"Minister, we're almost out of bullets, what do we do?" At this moment, a black man ran over and said to Ao Ersuo anxiously.
Actually, Ao Ersuo had already expected that there would be no bullets, but he didn't expect it to come so fast, because he had already prepared a backhand and buried a large amount of gunpowder around it, but it wasn't completely buried yet. If he retreated now, it was very likely that it wouldn't achieve the desired result.
When Ximen Wuque heard this news, his eyes lit up and released a strong killing intent. Under the protection of more than ten Night Kill members, he carefully walked out of the building, mainly because he was afraid of being killed by the sniper rifle.
At this moment, Ximen Wuque didn't care about Ye Ling anymore. He got rid of Ao Ersuo first and came to the battlefield. As expected, there were less gunshots. How could Ximen Wuque let go of such an opportunity?
"Charge!" With Ximen Wuque's order, 60 Night Kill members pushed forward, and the black man guarding the front was the first to be killed.
When Ao Ersuo saw this situation, he knew that if he didn't retreat now, he might be completely annihilated. He could order the African man to leave first and detonate the bomb that he left behind before the bomb was completely buried.
Due to Ximen Wuque and Night Killing Force advancing too quickly, a small portion of the black men died under Night Killing Force's spear before they could escape. Seeing this, Ao Ersuo rushed forward with his controller, stopping Ximen Wuque from continuing to kill anyone.
"Stop!" Otherwise, I will detonate the explosives and die together with you. " Ao Ersuo stared at Ximen Wuque calmly and said.
Hearing Ao Ersuo's words, Night Killing Force stopped the gun in his hand for a moment, and looked at Ximen Wuque in unison.
"Damn it, young master, you're lying to me! Who the hell are you to be able to bury the bomb in such a short amount of time!" However, he was still a bit worried. After all, this was Ao Ersuo, otherwise, he wouldn't have become the captain of the army at the age of 23. However, Ximen Wuque was no fool, he knew to hide his true thoughts and pretended to be calm on the surface.
"Is that so? Then let's give it a try! It's worth it to exchange my life for Young Master Xi Men's. " Ao Ersuo chuckled, seemingly unaffected by Ximen Wuque.
At this moment, a Night Kill member ran over and reported the bomb situation to Ximen Wuque. After hearing the report, Ximen Wuque looked at Ao Ersuo and revealed a smile. He took the gun of the Night Kill member beside him and walked towards Wu Tie, reloading the gun as he walked.
When Ao Ersuo saw this, he knew that things were not going well.
Just when Ximen Wuque thought that everything had settled down, the wall beside them suddenly collapsed with a loud bang. A tank directly drifted in and floated between Ao Ersuo and Ximen Wuque, with the tank facing Ximen Wuque. Under everyone's gaze, the muzzle of the tank slowly aimed at Ximen Wuque and aimed at his leader.
"Are you surrendering? You still need me to shoot a shot at you! " A faint voice came from the tank.
Everything happened too fast. Before the crowd could react, the tank appeared in front of Ximen Wuque. From the wall collapse to the cannon pointing at Ximen Wuque's head, it only took a few seconds for the situation on the field to change.
The black cannon not only made Ximen Wuque not dare to move, even Night Killing Force was drenched in cold sweat. If Ximen Wuque died, they would also be buried along with him.
Ao Ersuo, who was behind them, was also dumbfounded. He didn't know where the tank came from. But when the voice from the tank spoke, he realized who it was.
"Sir, if there's anything we can discuss, can we …" Can you turn the muzzle of the cannon first? " Ximen Wuque said nervously. This was the first time someone had a cannon in his head, so anyone would be scared.
"No!" "I'm still a novice, so it's easy for me to feel my hands tremble. Why don't you tell me what you mean?" Ye Ling ignored Ximen Wuque's words.
Ximen Wuque knew it was hopeless to turn the muzzle of the turret, so he pretended to be calm and said to Ye Ling:
"Who exactly are you? "Why did you stand up for Ao Ersuo? If you need money, give me a price."
"No reason? Even Ximen Family's Ximen Family was very unhappy! "Also..." Inside the tank, Ye Ling let out a mouthful of white smoke and smiled.
Saying that, Ye Ling paused for a moment.
"And what?" Ximen Wuque felt that something was not right. Not only did the people in the tank save Ao Ersuo, they also seemed to have some conflict with their Ximen Family. However, after hearing that Ye Ling had stopped and thought that there was a turning point, he couldn't help but to ask anxiously.
"Every time I see one, I step on it."
Ximen Wuque was stunned on the spot. It seemed like the people in the tank had not only had enmity with the Ximen family, but had also already formed an enemy.
Just at this moment, the two from Night Killing Force, without knowing what else, went into a dozen or so meters away from Ye Ling's tank. Just as the two wanted to reach the top of the tank, the cannon's muzzle suddenly turned and aimed at the two of them.
Bang!
Boom!
The artillery shell shot out and the two Night Kill members were torn to shreds by the shell. The shell then smashed into the ground a few hundred meters away, leaving behind nothing more than a pile of bones.
"Hey!" Where are you going? " Ye Ling skillfully controlled the muzzle of the cannon and pointed it 100% at Ximen Wuque who was about five meters away.
When Ye Ling turned the cannon, Ximen Wuque immediately ran. Unfortunately, he didn't expect Ye Ling to fire so fast, and turning the cannon was even faster. Ximen Wuque's actions were as smooth as flowing water.
Ximen Wuque had no choice but to raise his hands and look nervously at the muzzle of the tank cannon five meters away. Sweat poured down his forehead as he was afraid that Wu Tie would directly fire the cannon like he did just now and tear him apart on the spot.
"Tell your men to put down the guns. I'll count to three. If they still don't fire, I'll fire." Ye Ling leaned back in his chair and said to them through his glasses.
The Night Killing Force looked at each other, waiting for Ximen Wuque's order. At this time, Ximen Wuque was also very conflicted, if he put down the gun, then he wouldn't have the chance to turn the tables.
"Three!"
"Pa Pa Pa Pa … …"
All sixty Night Kill members instantly threw away their guns in unison. They were completed in less than a second. Even Ximen Wuque himself was surprised.
In fact, they couldn't blame Night Killing Force, since Ximen Family had a rule. If their master died, all the servants must be buried with him. Since Night Killing Force wasn't a death warrior, of course they would be scared, so when Ye Ling suddenly shouted "3", everyone immediately dropped the guns in their hands.
"Not bad!" Ye Ling directly opened the door of the tank and came out. He stood on the tank and smiled.
Ye Ling's appearance caused Ximen Wuque and Night Killing Force to look over. Ximen Wuque let out a cold smile at the first moment, raised his gun and aimed it at Ye Ling and sneered:
"I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to walk out from the tank. You are simply courting death."
"Is that so? I don't think so. " Ye Ling shrugged and said with a smile.
Just as he finished his sentence, four helicopters roared and appeared above them, followed by the collapse of the walls. Nine tanks lined up in a row, with their muzzles facing Ximen Wuque and Night Killing Force, and a team of three hundred people appearing behind them, all pointing their guns at Ximen Wuque and the others.
"Put the gun down!"
No matter if it was Ximen Wuque or the Night Killing Force, they both couldn't help but become surprised and raised their hands, not daring to move. It was just that Ximen Wuque never thought that there would be a force here, and it seemed that this force was even stronger than the ones with tanks and helicopters, because in Africa, the most difficult thing to create are tanks, because tanks cannot be produced in Africa, and most of the imported tanks are all equipped with military equipment, and there are almost no private tanks. Furthermore, the army is not willing to sell tanks to the private sector.
Ximen Wuque couldn't help but be surprised at how he managed to get his hands on ten of the world's newest tanks. Even with Ximen Family, he couldn't get his hands on them, and at most, he could only get himself a helicopter. After all, a helicopter could still be modified, so Ximen Wuque suddenly became curious about Ye Ling.
"Tie it up!" Ye Ling saw Ximen Wuque and Night Killing Force raise their hands and said to the special forces below.
"Can you tell me the reason for your conflict with my Ximen Family?" Ximen Wuque stared at Ye Ling and asked.
Hearing that Ximen Wuque wanted to ask the reason, Ye Ling smiled strangely and said:
"I can tell you, but do you know Ximen Wudao? He stole my man. "
As soon as he finished! Ximen Wuque was instantly dumbfounded!