Nine people rushed out from both sides of the highway. Five carried guns, while the others each held crude weapons.
Three Colt 19911s, one Type 54 Pistol, and one Bolt-Action Sniper Rifle.
The leader was a lean man with a sullen expression. The others followed behind him in yellow-brown Work Uniforms.
Two of them aimed their pistols into the off-road vehicle, while the other two with guns each locked onto An JingTian and Zhang Tie.
In the distance, the man carrying the Bolt-Action Sniper Rifle hid behind the door of a scrapped car.
The muzzles were heavily worn. Their stances were standard, but their movements were sloppy, showing no signs of professional training.
Combined with their clothing, An JingTian instantly determined that the people before him likely came from a shooting range or were members of a club.
His heart sank.
He slowly rose to his feet, spreading his hands outward, his knees slightly bent and ready to exert force at any moment.
Identifying an enemy's weapon within two seconds and reacting accordingly was a soldier's basic quality.
"Boss, you have to admit, this trick really works."
"Another bunch of dumbasses took the bait."
The man holding the Type 54 Pistol stubbed out his cigarette, cast An JingTian a contemptuous glance, then turned to the leader.
The lean man chuckled.
"Stop yapping. Keep a close eye on that big guy."
"If he dares move, shoot him dead."
His eyes shifted to Zhang Tie. At one meter ninety, his appearance alone was intimidating enough.
"Tell your people to get out. Quit fucking around."
"And you, don't even think about moving. You think I can't tell you're a soldier?"
An JingTian's heart sank. The leader before him was extremely cautious, and the Colt never left the center of his brow.
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