Revolution in the depths of the soul

Chapter 29

Lan Mou aimed for a while, then raised his head and said, "Xiao Tang said this is an ultra-long-range sniper rifle..."

Redhead: "Enough."

Lan Mou smiled, adjusted the direction of the gun, and pointed it at a tomb robber who was hiding behind the car and was nervously spying on him 200 meters away.

Seeing that there was no gunfire for a long time, the tomb robber relaxed his vigilance and got up, took two steps, and pulled the trigger with his blue eyes far away on the top of the mountain.

"Bang", a headshot!

Everyone in the camp yelled wildly, and gunshots came and went, shooting towards the top of the mountain.

"A total of 16 people." Lan Mou lazily said, pulled the magazine, ejected an empty shell, and loaded a new shell with a click sound.

Lan Mou pulled the trigger: "Bang!"

Another person fifteen steps away was shot in the head, and his brain and blood exploded into the sky.

As soon as Lin Jingfeng set up the gun frame, his pupils shrank slightly uncontrollably. What kind of gun was the other party using? !Can hit close to 3000 meters? !

"Retreat!" Lin Jingfeng said: "Don't stay here! It's too far away, the enemy is out of range!"

"Take out the AK! Hide in the hole!"

There was an uproar in the camp, and Lin Jingfeng was about to get up when he suddenly felt dizzy, and the side effects of the medicine occurred.

"Little Master..." Zhan Xing called out with difficulty from behind the tree.

The high mountain and the snow turned around, Lin Jingfeng staggered to his feet, gasped loudly, his feet cramped, and fell into the snow.

Lin Jingfeng couldn't help twitching, his whole body rolled violently in the snow, and his whole body went into convulsions.

"Little master... what's wrong with you?" Zhan Xing called weakly.

Lin Jingfeng said painfully: "I... little bitch... you go, leave me alone."

Blue eyes: "??"

The red hair took off the binoculars: "What's wrong with that kid?"

Lan Mou shrugged and pushed the magazine boredly.

"Crack, bang!" The third shot rang out, and another person's head exploded. Everyone in the camp was blown up and fled frantically.

Gunshots continued, aimlessly shooting towards the top of the mountain, bang bang gunshots, mixed with penetrating "click" and "bang"!Every time Lan Mou shot, someone's head was blown off, and the brains flew out of the sky, no matter if they were running or dodging, there was no exception!

Bang bang gunshots continued, and the tomb robbers were blown out of their skulls before they even had time to run into the underground palace!

Finally, someone grabbed the snowmobile, rushed into the car, turned, and drove towards the other side of the mountain. However, a gunshot rang out, and another bullet flew to the top of the mountain 3000 meters away. The victim shot his head obliquely, spraying his brains all over the cab.

Fifteen bullets, the snow was quiet, and the men brought by Lin Jingfeng were all killed.

The redhead said: "It took 44 seconds, you talk too much nonsense."

Lin Jingfeng lay convulsed in the snow, almost choking for breath.

Is it safe?Who fired the gun?Mrs. Bin brought it?

Blue eyes: "Go and have a look?"

The red hair jumped down the foot of the mountain, the blue eyes got on the car, and the snow mountain folding climbing car slowly came down from the top of the mountain.

The two got off the car a hundred meters away, and there were corpses everywhere.

safe?Zhan Xing hugged the tree, got up several times, and fell down again.

However, the next second, he heard another "click".

No.16 bullets.

"Lin Jingfeng!" Zhan Xing called out.

Lan Mou flicked his hands casually, and asked, "Kill that one too?"

The redhead lowered his head and lit his cigarette: "The organization has ordered that all those who are with the tomb robbers be killed."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Lan Mou raised the sniper rifle and put it down again.

Red hair:"?"

Blue eyes signaled: "Look."

The red hair looked up, Zhan Xing was struggling to get out from behind the tree.

Zhan Xing slowly crawled to Lin Jingfeng's side, lying on his body, pressing him down with his body, and protecting Lin Jingfeng's head with his shoulders.

"Are you sick?" Zhan Xing asked in a low voice, "They want to kill us? Who is that, do you know him?"

Lin Jingfeng's breathing slowed down: "I don't know, you... little bitch..."

Zhan Xing said: "Little Master, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"Xiaojian, why are you... always so... strong, so... self-righteous, so... self-centered..."

Lin Jingfeng closed his eyes wearily.

In the underground palace:

"Where did the third master go?" Wang Shuang whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Master Shuang?" A minion was startled, seeing that it was Wang Shuang, he asked, "Master Shuang, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Shuang's head was covered with blood, and he wiped it casually: "It's okay, I hit it myself, this is what the old man ordered?"

Minor replied: "The third master ordered us to hang it up. It seems that something happened outside the cave. We caught a kid and the third master went out."

Wang Shuang smiled ambiguously: "It's that kid again."

Wang Shuang stepped forward, inspected the copper coffin that had been pulled to the ground, and asked in amazement, "Is it still tied with iron chains?"

Wang Shuang was about to reveal the talisman paper, but the minion hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "The third master said that he can only do it when he comes back."

Wang Shuang said indifferently: "It's okay, untie the iron chain, and move out the things inside. This thing has too big a goal. Da... the customer only wants the things inside."

The minions untied the iron chains, Wang Shuang took off the talisman papers, and just as he took off the first one, there was a thunderous roar from the altar.

"Stop!" Huo Hu threw out a silver light with his long sword like snow, Wang Shuang stepped back immediately, and the gunshots rang out!

Huo Hu forced Wang Shuang back with a knife, and hid behind the copper coffin suddenly, panting on his side.

Wang Shuang made a gesture, and everyone drew their guns and dispersed.

Wang Shuang said coldly: "Who?"

Huo Hu didn't answer, Wang Shuang held a gun, and instantly turned to the back of the copper coffin, which was empty and no one was there.

Immediately afterwards, a terrified scream sounded from the side of the altar, and a head flew out spinning and dragging blood.

"Bang bang bang!" Wang Shuang fired several times, and Huo Hu succeeded with one blow, and immediately disappeared, hiding behind the numerous Buddha statues again.

Wang Shuang roared angrily: "Who! Come out!"

Huo Hu panted slowly, and after a while, his figure flashed, and he shouted again, the minions standing on the edge of the altar were unexpectedly stabbed, and their heads were torn apart!

Wang Shuang jumped to the top of the copper coffin and looked down. Huo Hu raised his knife and dropped it. Every time a knife was thrown, one person fell down. In an instant, nearly half of the minions in the maze fell down!

Everyone escaped from the maze by rolling and crawling.

Wang Shuang finally found Huo Hu's hiding place, pulled the trigger, and the gun went off!

Huo Hu held the Tibetan knife horizontally in both hands, looked at Wang Shuang coldly, and immediately flicked his wrist, shaking off the bullet.

Wang Shuang: "!!!"

What is the origin of this? !

Huo Hu stretched out his fingers, pushed the sunglasses upwards, flipped his palms over, and made two moves towards Wang.

Can you stop a bullet with a knife? !Wang Shuang immediately realized that Huo Hu was not a kind person, and he would never be able to compete on his own.

Before Wang Shuang made up his mind, Huo Hu had already stepped on the Buddha statue, swung the long knife away with his body, and took Wang Shuang's neck straight with the knife!

Wang Shuang fired again, and the bullet whizzed past Huo Hu's side. Wang Shuang stepped back and jumped off the copper coffin. Huo Hu slashed on the coffin, making a deafening sound.

When there was a big earthquake, Wang Shuang fired several shots, Huo Hu dodged behind the coffin, and Wang Shuang fled into the entrance of the maze.

The gunfire stopped, and Huo Hu chased out again, chasing Wang Shuang into the maze.

At the same time, in the camp outside the underground palace.

Zhan Xing held a gun in his hand and pointed it at the red-haired and blue-eyed person who stepped forward.

Zhan Xing said: "Don't come over!"

"Hey, it's scary!" Lan Mou made a "scared" expression: "Red hair, hide quickly!"

Zhan Xing stood in front of Lin Jingfeng, with red hair stretched out, and looked at Lin Jingfeng.

Lin Jingfeng was unconscious.

Lan Mou said: "Are you Yu Hanfeng's nephew? Zhan Yang's son?"

When Zhan Xing heard the names of his uncle and father, he felt relieved, put down his gun and said, "Yes..." He noticed the logo in front of the red hair, and said in surprise, "Sword of South China?! Are you from the special forces?!"

The red hair asked: "Do you know that kid?" Looking around in the tent, the blue eyes held the sniper rifle behind his back, found Zhang Xiaomazha to sit down, and asked: "Is there a stove?"

Zhan Xing went back to the tent to look for the stove, and wrapped Lin Jingfeng in a blanket, with a look of worry on his brows, which could be seen at a glance.

"He was poisoned by the central nervous system." Blue Eyes said sympathetically, "I didn't fight back, which saved his life."

Zhan Xing asked: "How to solve it, send him down to see a doctor now?"

Lan Mou said: "Look for it and see if there is any antidote. This reaction should be a kind of neurotoxin. The antidote should be carried with you."

Lin Jingfeng woke up and murmured, "in the bag...in the bag..."

Zhan Xing searched again, found a box of injections in an insulated box, and asked, "Is it this? Little Master?"

Lin Jingfeng nodded, Zhanxing looked at the injection, his eyes were red and his nose was sore, he took a needle and injected it into Lin Jingfeng's arm.

Lin Jingfeng no longer convulsed, he lay quietly, and fell asleep after a while.

"Did my uncle ask you to come?" Zhan Xing asked.

The redhead waved his hands, came over to sit together, took the blue cup, and took a sip.

"It has nothing to do with your uncle, he just told us that you are here too. Because the organization has been eyeing this kid a long time ago." Lan Mou said: "When you sold eighteen Zhou Dynasty jade chimes, sent a few The Bo people couldn’t get it right, so they notified us to come to Zanda.”

Zhan Xing woke up like a dream: "What are they doing? Little Master never told me."

The redhead replied: "They want to transport the contents of this cave out, cross the middle of the Himalayas, and hand them over to a hostile force in India."

Exhibition line: "..."

Zhan Xing got up and searched for a long time in the tent next door, found a bow, and took out Fang Shi from Lin Jingfeng's windbreaker pocket: "Is it... these two things?"

Lan Mou didn't even look at it: "No, it has nothing to do with them. It's a copper coffin. I don't know what's inside the coffin."

Zhan Xing nodded, the red hair took the bow, played with it casually, and found that it could be folded, so he folded it in three to become a thick square stick, and tapped on Zhan Xing's head: "You can keep it for yourself Play."

Zhan Xing: "Aren't you going to hand it over to the state? What about this?"

Neither the blue eyes nor the red hair could see what was in the square stone, and the blue eyes said: "We don't care about cultural relics."

Zhan Xing asked again: "Then what do you care?"

Lan Mou replied: "It's about killing people, I'm about killing all the living people here; the red hair is about killing all the things that are not human, but can move and are dangerous."

Zhan Xing glanced at the red hair, and found a large sword nearly one meter long on the back of his military coat.

"All of them..." Zhan Xing glanced at Lin Jingfeng: "You wouldn't kill us, would you?"

Blue eyes teased: "What do you think?"

Zhan Xing thought for a while and said happily, "Since you don't want to kill us, please take me in and find some valuables, right? I've wanted that silver prayer wheel for a long time..."

Lan Mou picked up Lin Jingfeng's Desert Eagle and tried it.

A tomb robber ran out of the underground palace.

"Bang" a gunshot sounded.

Lan Mou shot the man in the head with a pistol, spraying his brains all over the floor.

"What do you want?" Lan Mou asked with interest.

Exhibition line: "..."

Zhan Xing immediately shook his head: "I don't want anything anymore!"

"Handsome guys, where are you from..."

The red-haired man said coldly, "Uncle."

Zhan Xing immediately changed his words: "Handsome uncles are the Sword of South China? How do you call them? The entire Sword of South China is made of this? How many of you are here? I heard my uncle said..."

Lan Mou interrupted: "We are a special force, there are only five people in the team, and only two of us are here this time."

"You can call me Uncle Lan, or Uncle Hong. By the way, I think it's okay to ask questions here. Your father Lu Shaorong is our very close friend, so... I don't really want to answer all the questions. Then shoot his son, and the rest... I'd better not talk about it, thank you for your understanding, little classmate."

Exhibition line: "..."

The red hair looked at the exit of the underground palace, drank the water, smoked a cigarette, and said, "There should be someone inside, I'll go in and have a look."

Zhan Xing got up immediately: "Can I go in together?"

The red hair said: "No, you follow Lan, and I will send you back to Lhasa after finishing the work."

Zhan Xing: "I will be locked up as soon as I go back!"

Red hair: "We tell people not to move, no one dares to catch them."

Zhan Xing: "But I still have something to do, let me go in too."

Lan Mou said: "What else do you want to go in for?"

Zhan Xing said: "My elder brother is inside, his name is Huo Hu, he hasn't come out yet."

The red hair glanced at Zhan Xing, and said after a while: "Understood, Huo Hu, I will bring him out. If he dies, the body will be handed over to you as a souvenir." After saying that, he got up and left the camp.

Zhan Xing immediately jumped up and hugged the red-haired thigh: "Let me go, I want to go in too! I swear I won't make any trouble..."

Lan Mou: "You are actually born to Zhan Yang and Sun Liang, right? No matter how you look at it, you don't look like Shao Rong."

Zhan Xing was dragged away all the way: "No way! I'm a good boy... Take me in, Uncle Hong..." When he said this, Zhan Xing hugged the red-haired thigh and held on to his hands, He touched the redhead's crotch and began to wipe.

Zhan Xing thought to himself: Wow, this one is so big, who is bigger than Brother Hu's?

Red hair:"……"

Lan Mou whistled and threw something: "Don't take advantage of the red hair, he is easy to take seriously, this is for you."

Zhan Xing achieved his goal, picked up the gun thrown by Lan Mou, patted his body to get up, and followed Red Hair away.

"Why are you called red because of your hair?"

"How old were you as a special soldier? How did you know my dad and my uncle?"

"Aren't you cold in so little?"

The red hair turned around, and Zhan Xing hurriedly backed away three steps to avoid being choked.

"Your name is Zhan Xiaojian?" The red hair glanced at the rock, and it said: "Zhan Xiaojian is here for a visit."

Zhan Xing nodded fiercely: "Just call me Xiaojian."

The red hair continued to walk, while Zhan Xing bounced around behind and continued to ask.

"Lan is your son-in-law, right? Yes, you two are rabbits, you can tell..."

The red hair finally replied: "Not a daughter-in-law, just a partner, what does the rabbit mean?"

Zhan Xing nodded in understanding, and was about to explain the word rabbit when the redhead suddenly asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Zhan Xing said blankly, "I... I'm not afraid."

The red hair looked at Zhanxing: "You are afraid or excited, people always talk a lot when they are nervous."

Zhan Xing scratched his head, and the red hair said again: "If you are afraid, you can go out now, there is still time."

Zhan Xing said, "Well, I've been a little scared since... yesterday."

The red hair looked at the maze, pondered for a moment, chose a path, and walked in with Zhan Xing.

"Why are you afraid?" said the redhead.

Zhan Xing said: "I killed a man with this bow. You have killed many people, aren't you afraid?"

The red hair said: "You didn't see it outside just now. They have killed all the militiamen who were stationed here. These murderers are all full of blood. There is more than enough to die."

"If you are not afraid of them while you are alive, what is there to be afraid of after death?"

Zhan Xing nodded: "Although that's what I said, I'm in self-defense...but still..."

The red-haired man said, "Because the person you killed didn't deserve to die?"

Zhan Xing said: "No, he deserved his death too, I always... can't control it, I'm very scared."

The redhead said, "You know how to shoot?"

Zhan Xing nodded, and the red hair said again: "Did you hit?"

Zhan Xing said: "Should...well, I never shot at anyone. This is for you, I think it's safer for you to carry it." Zhan Xing noticed that the red hair didn't have a gun, so he handed the gun to him.

The red hair said: "Thank you, but I never use this thing. When facing the enemy, if you are not determined, you will die." Said Bi pulled the safety catch and handed it back to Zhan Xing.

Zhan Xing and Hongfa turned around the corner of the maze, and Zhan Xing remembered the way when he woke up. There was a wall there, and it was here that he strangled Wang Shuang to death yesterday.

"I, I, I, the person who killed yesterday is in front." Zhan Xing was terrified, as if he saw Wang Shuang's pitted face smiling at himself.

Zhan Xing walked forward tremblingly with the red hair, and instantly yelled "Wow--".

"It-it-it...it's gone!" Zhan Xing yelled frantically, "What's going on?!"

The redhead stopped, and the wall was smeared with black blood, as if a person had bumped into it, but there was no corpse.

"It's gone!" Zhan Xing shouted in despair, "Impossible! It's here, I...I..."

The red-haired motioned for silence: "You left without confirming that he was dead?"

Zhan Xing nodded in fear, Wang Shuang is dead?not dead? !No matter which result it is, thinking about it makes my hair stand on end, and I break out in a cold sweat.

If Wang Shuang died, where did the body go?Turned into a zombie in the dungeon? ! !

If Wang Shuang hadn't died, he would definitely come to take revenge!

Zhan Xing's feet trembled like chaff, and the red hair said something that woke him up.

"If he is not completely dead and appears in front of you again, will you kill him again?"

Zhan Xing gasped for a moment, then nodded hesitantly: "Yes..."

The red hair looked at Zhan Xing, and Zhan Xing found that his eyes were golden and red, as warm as the rising sun, which made him calm down a lot.

"Yes, I will!" Zhan Xing nodded.

The red hair said: "Very good. What if he turns into a ghost?"

Zhan Xing broke down and shouted: "Don't say it!"

Redhead: "Don't you dare to shoot again?"

Zhan Xing cried with a sad face: "How can I kill me if I become a ghost!"

Red-haired: "So what if I become a Buddha?"

Zhan Xing was completely dumbfounded, and the red hair said coldly: "Gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, let's kill."

Zhan Xing was stunned for a while, then he understood, nodded, and continued walking with the red hair.

Zhan Xing seemed to have learned a lot from that sentence. He put away his joking attitude and said seriously, "Uncle Hong, why did you become a special soldier? Is this what special soldiers are all about?"

The red hair replied: "The breadwinner of the family likes to count money, so earn more military pay for him to count for fun, there is no way."

Exhibition line: "..."

Lin Jingfeng woke up.

He stared at the blue eyes next to the stove motionlessly, his thoughts swirled, and he planned countless escape plans to knock him down, and vetoed them one by one.

The power of this person seems to be very strong.

Lan Mou knew that he was pretending to be asleep earlier, and also knew that Lin Jingfeng had heard their conversation.

Lin Jingfeng said, "You want to take me back?"

Lan Mou casually said: "It depends on the situation, not necessarily."

Lin Jingfeng heaved a sigh of relief, and Lan Mou gave an ambiguous answer, that is to say, as long as he didn't make too much of a move in the short term, the two special forces wouldn't make things difficult for him.

Lin Jingfeng lifted the blanket, took out the Desert Eagle, loaded the bullet, flipped over to the sunglasses and put it on: "You shouldn't let the little bitch in, it's too dangerous."

Lan Mou said lightly: "The person he followed was Hongmao, not you, a good-for-nothing. It's because you lack self-confidence, what do you want to do this time?"

Lin Jingfeng replied in a deep voice: "I'm going to solve everything by myself, I've thought it through."

Blue eyes said indifferently: "I wish you good luck."

Lin Jingfeng said again: "Aren't you going in? This time it may be very dangerous. India has already sent people to help."

Lan Mou said: "The red hair can be settled. We have notified the Potala Palace when we came to India. Don't you know that the eyes of the sky are open?" What happened here can hardly escape the Potala Palace. The perception of the old man."

Lin Jingfeng was stunned.

Lan Mou: "Just think clearly, young man, it is inevitable to make some mistakes, the key is to know what you want to do in the future."

Lin Jingfeng tidied up his equipment, fastened his pocket under the windbreaker, and asked, "What if your companion dies inside?"

Lan Mou smiled and said: "He won't, don't always think of us as useless like you."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

Lin Jingfeng said: "Thank you, goodbye."

Lan Mou nodded, Lin Jingfeng turned around like a black eagle skimming the snow, and entered the underground palace for the third time.