Seeing Boss Yang deep in thought, Bamanhe immediately waved his hand. The people beside him lowered their guns, and Bamanhe said with a smile, "Well? Think it over. How about this? I'll give you 30,000 RMB and buy this farm. Brother, you need to understand—your homeland can't save you here..."
"Move!" Jiang Yan Hai barked the instant the other man said that, then sprang out of the grass where he had been hiding.
"Don't move!"
"Don't move!"
"Drop your weapons!"
"Chinese Special Forces!" Jiang Yan Hai shouted.
Leng Feng and the others who rushed out numbered fourteen in total, including Jiang Yan Hai. Black Lion and the others were still hidden in the shadows!
The moment they charged out, the Assault Rifles in Jiang Yan Hai's hands were already aimed at everyone on the other side. Although the Rebel Army soldiers instinctively raised their own guns as well—
Their reactions were clearly too slow. Before several of them could even lift their guns, muzzles were already pressed against their heads.
These men had obviously long grown accustomed to the rules of Africa. They instinctively raised both hands, their guns hanging around their necks.
"Don't move! Chinese Special Forces!" Jiang Yan Hai shouted again. This time, he was not speaking English, but the local language. Bamanhe knew English, but his subordinates might not.
As Jiang Yan Hai spoke, Leng Feng and the others kept their muzzles trained on everyone.
Bamanhe and all his men were utterly stunned! Even Boss Yang and the other three men were completely dumbfounded, especially upon hearing the familiar Chinese and what the men were shouting.
In the first few shouts of "Don't move," several soldiers had yelled in Chinese, and Jiang Yan Hai had also shouted the first "Chinese Special Forces" in Chinese.
Boss Yang and