The Road to Slaying God

"Zhang Yang, this is not the sixty-second boundary monument." Liu Biao suddenly said while stroking the handwriting on the boundary monument.

"Well, there are still two boundary monuments away!"

The four of them stroked the boundary monument again and then walked up the border. The four of them were now in a very good mood. They came to the border for the first time and finally saw the legendary boundary monument.

Liu Biao kept jumping between the mountains.

"I'm going abroad!"

"I'm back home again!

"I'll go abroad again!"

"I'm back in China again..."

"Brother Biao, it's not easy for people to go abroad even once. You have gone abroad dozens of times in just a few minutes. You really deserve to be Brother Biao!"

"..."

A few people were joking around, and the distance of more than 20 kilometers was quickly reached.

Under the darkness of night, still two kilometers away, we can already see tall and eye-catching boundary monuments standing in the night. Maybe the boundary monuments are built in eye-catching and easy-to-see places. This square boundary monument is also It looks extremely majestic and gives people an inexplicable solemnity.

Suddenly, the four of them stopped almost at the same time.

A depressing atmosphere filled the air...

It's summer now, and the forest here is eerily quiet, with no sound at all, and some insects seem to have disappeared.

"There's someone!" Zhang Yang's plain tone was full of murderous intent, like the biting cold wind in the winter.

In the darkness, Aze and Liu Biao had a cold war almost at the same time and glanced at each other. The three of them all found that Zhang Yang was getting more and more murderous now.

What was the reason for changing Zhang Yang?

The three of them thought about this question almost at the same time, but there was no answer. Zhang Yang's thoughts became increasingly unclear to the three of them. Zhang Yang's thoughts became deeper and deeper. No one knew what he was thinking in the next second.

However, the only thing that pleased Aze and Liu Biao was that no matter how Zhang Yang changed, Zhang Yang was still nervous about their safety. This was enough for Liu Biao and Aze.

They don't care what Zhang Yang's purpose is, as long as Zhang Yang can treat them as brothers.

What is the purpose of Zhang Yang?

Nobody knows.

In fact, Zhang Yang himself didn't know that there seemed to be a huge force driving some of his actions.

He once wanted to escape, but it backfired. The more he avoided, the more trouble he got.

Zhang Yang has a heart problem.

Zhang Yang wants to completely eradicate this mental illness...

"Let's go there." Zhang Yang strode forward.

"Just walking over like this?" Liu Biao was stunned. This doesn't fit Zhang Yang's character. Zhang Yang has always been known for his meticulous thinking and is used to making decisions before taking action. He didn't expect that Zhang Yang would walk over so unscrupulously. This doesn't look like Zhang Yang's. style.

"It's just a bunch of minions."

Aze glanced at Liu Biao and followed Zhang Yang in stride.

The four people's unparalleled spiritual power surged in the air unbridled, wave after wave, giving people an incomparable shock.

In the darkness, Zhang Yang and the others looked like four huge beasts. However, they were completely different from the hunting beasts because they did not conceal their whereabouts and exuded a crazy and arrogant arrogance... …

…

Ma San is a gangster in the border area of ​​X County. However, he is a gangster with a strong background and power. In X County, he controls huge smuggling channels and underground forces. Of course, this is not where he is awesome. There are rumors in the world. He has cooperated with Myanmar's military and political axes, and also has inextricable ties with some underground forces in Myanmar.

Yesterday, he got information that someone bought a jeep and some camping equipment, and inquired about the location of the 62nd boundary monument along the way. Subconsciously, he thought what the purpose of these people was.

Vaguely, he thought of an incident a long time ago, which had caused a great deal of commotion, and the place where it happened was near the sixty-second boundary monument.

People who come out to hang out all have a keen sense of smell, and Ma San has an extraordinarily sharp sense of smell. This is the main reason why he can get along like a fish in water on this national border.

Unknown treasures are full of temptation for everyone.

Since ancient times, human beings have had a very persistent preference for searching for unknown secrets and exploring treasures.

Last year, these sixty-two boundary monuments were searched several times within a few kilometers, but no results were found. Ma San still clearly remembers the grand occasion. The mountains on the Myanmar side were densely packed with private armed searches. , and in China, hundreds of local gangsters participated in the search, because someone offered a reward of millions to find a safe...

Ma San had a good idea. If he found the safe valuable, he would naturally keep it for himself. If it was not valuable, he could use his connections to exchange the safe for a bounty.

Ma San was holding an automatic rifle in his arms and nestled behind the border marker in Myanmar. Although he was bold, he still did not dare to blatantly wander around with a gun in his own country. The border guards were not vegetarians, and they didn’t care how good you were. Well, on this complicated national border, if you see someone with weapons at one end, you will probably shoot them randomly without asking.

"Numb, why haven't you come yet?"

Ma San stamped the cigarette butts hard on the ground. Dozens of cigarette butts were scattered on the ground. Today he brought six brothers to stay up late for almost ten hours, but there was no movement at all. According to the time, the other party should be here.

"Third brother, now I'm just worried that those people will be detained by the border police. Those idiots are too arrogant and don't know how to restrain themselves. Hey..." said a gangster with a masonry face and a fierce look.

"Yeah, they are quite arrogant, what a bunch of idiots!" A tall black figure came over, took out a pack of cigarettes and distributed one to each of them.

"Hey, there's nothing you can do when you encounter such an idiot. For treasure hunting, just keep a low profile... Your lighter is pretty good... Don't light it, or someone will... Who are you?"

The big man who was smoking picked up a cigarette, and a crisp sound of "Clang!" was the sound of a high-end lighter, and the orange-red fire pierced the heavy night.

"Hey, I'm the stupid Uncle Biao you call me!" Liu Biao had a mysterious smile on his face.

"Uncle Biao..."

Ma San and the other gangster still didn't react, and they were both stunned.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, Ma San jumped up as if he was electrocuted, and suddenly pulled the gun bolt.

"Bang!" Liu Biao grabbed the barrel of the gun, pulled it gently, and immediately fell heavily to the ground.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

…

Ma San and another gangster saw a horrifying scene. The submachine gun in the big man's hand was kneaded like dough, and the metal of the submachine gun made a palpitating friction sound in the thick hand, as if to remind them that this was not Dough, but hard metal…

Immediately afterwards, three more young men walked out from behind the boundary monument, with a sharp murderous look on their faces, and Ma San felt a chill down his spine.

The first time he saw these people, he thought of a master beside a general in the Burmese military and political affairs. The master gave him this kind of heart-stopping feeling.

It is said that that master is the best master in Myanmar.

"Where are my...my friends?" Ma San asked, holding back his boundless fear.

"Dead." Aze leaned over and pulled up a handful of weeds from the ground, and very gently wiped his beloved waist knife. There was still black blood on the waist knife.

This knife has not drank blood for a long time.

I don't know whether it was because Aze wiped the blood or for other reasons, but the air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

"I want to know what you are doing here...ahem..."

Zhang Yang slowly sat down and leaned his back on the boundary monument. He picked up the cigarette that Ma San dropped in the grass from the ground and lit it gently. A choking smell of smoke penetrated his lungs. It was the first time that Zhang Yang smoked. He kept coughing and actually cried.

"Hehe, this smoke is very strong and not suitable for beginners." Liu Biao said with a smile.

"Haha, that's right. I like the feeling of the smoke penetrating my lungs. It's very exciting... ahem..." Zhang Yang took another hard puff and said to Ma San, "You want one too?"

"Thank you..." Ma San took the cigarette from Zhang Yang's hand with trembling hands. After Liu Biao lit it for him, he took a deep breath to relieve the pressure, "I said, I can say everything, but I want to mention a little Small request..."

"Yeah." Zhang Yang took a puff of the cigarette, and soon he got used to the choking smell of smoke.

"I think... I want... you let us go..." Ma San's teeth collided with each other, and he felt a breath of death from the eyes of these leisurely young people.

"No, you can only live one!" Zhang Yang said decisively.

(To be continued)