"The ones who are going to kill you."
Behind the fat man, a handsome guy said coldly, his strikingly handsome face was both cold and cool.
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight men suddenly sprang out from the dense jungle.
Each of them held a rifle or submachine gun, aiming at this squad of 50, surrounding them completely.
The captain was terrified and raised his hands.
"Don't shoot, we... we are just following orders, please."
The captain knelt down, and the little remaining will to fight in the others melted away like snow in the sun.
Everyone dropped their guns and knelt on the ground.
Cui Xiang, holding the Fire God Cannon, hesitated for a moment and turned to glance at Yang Fei.
Bam!
Yang Fei directly fired, the bullet piercing the captain's head who was kowtowing on the ground, exploding it instantly.
Cui Xiang no longer hesitated, gritting his teeth, and the Fire God Cannon unleashed bullets like a metal storm.
