Chapter 1851: Whether it's an enemy or a friend is unknown

Only two escorts of off-road vehicles were left, swiftly shuttled on the highway to Shangyi Town, and now these two bullet-proof bodies have long become bumpy.

At any time, he may be hit and scrapped by a car chasing after him.

In the current situation of Xiao Xie and others, it is possible to be safe only when they enter the area of ​​Shangyi Town.

And now, they are still more than ten kilometers away from Shangyi Town.

It's just that the car behind it was too tight. A few minutes later, Xiao Xie's car was hit again. Glass shards splashed in and directly brushed his ears, and a blood stain was almost visible to the naked eye.

When he had just stabilized the car and was not knocked out of the highway fence, the car chasing behind had been directly pinned to the front, blocking the road directly.

With a low curse in Xiao Xie's mouth, his fist hit the steering wheel so hard that he had to step on the brake.

The people in the car in front pushed the door and got out of the car, carrying all powerful medium-sized weapons, and their guns were aimed at Xiao Xie's heads.

There is no doubt that as long as someone dares to move, they will open fire directly.

Xiao Xie looked at a few black muzzles outside the car, his face extremely ugly.

"Get out of the car." A strong and hard voice came into the car.

Xiao Xie slowly raised his head to look at a man who approached. The suffocation on his body was extremely heavy. He was obviously from a professional killer group. Xiao Xie didn't have any fear and didn't get out of the car for a while.

It's just that the fingers pressed on the waist moved lightly.

The man approaching outside seemed to know Xiao Xie's behavior. After chuckles, the gun hand casually raised, and then only heard a bang, and one of the men on the back seat was shot and killed on the spot.

Xiao Xie's pupils sank suddenly, but he didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant.

A few seconds later, Xiao Xie let go of his hand on his waist, pushed the door and got out of the car.

Seeing this, Deacon Ding, who was still conscious in the co-pilot, wanted to stop Xiao Xie. The next moment he was forcibly torn out of the car.

"Where is the person?" The man who fired the shot just stepped out of the car, and the weapon in his hand was directly at the center of his eyebrows.

Xiao Xie knew who the man was asking. He didn't fear the muzzle of the eyebrows and sneered: "Do you think we are not prepared with both hands?"

"Oh, is it?" The man turned the barrel with his fingers, and said lightly, "Don't you forget that there is only one way to Shangyi Town, right?"

The meaning in the words is very obvious, even if Xiao Xie has two hands ready, as long as they squat on the only path, sooner or later, people will appear.

Xiao Xie Leng looked at each other and did not speak.

After staring at each other for a while, the man saw from Xiao Xie's eyes that he would not tell the whereabouts of Huo Yao, so he didn't want to waste any more time. He pulled the corner of his lips lightly, and slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers: "Take a good tire in your next life."

Xiao Xie clenched his fists, but the imaginary gunshot did not sound, but the hum of the helicopter hummed over his head, and the wind drove everyone's hair to mess.

In the next instant, a bullet with Ling Li's power pierced the air and swished into the eyebrows of the man who was about to shoot Xiao Xie. Before he could even react, he fell to the ground.

The other assassins who surrounded Xiaoxie and them were also shot one after another. Only the people who hadn't gotten out of the car saw that the situation was wrong and started the car and ran away.

Xiao Xie looked up at the helicopter hovering in mid-air.

In front of the opened cabin door, there were a few people standing condescendingly, a little far apart, and they couldn't see each other's looks clearly, but their aura was amazing.

Xiao Xie's eyes were more vigilant, and there was no joy of escaping from death.

Because it is unknown whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend.