Chapter 122

Who wouldn't panic if he ran towards them?

General General Delong turned his head to look at the firelight and mountain forest behind him,

he knew that the guy in the forest was chasing him unhurriedly,

just like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Huh???"

"Why are there so few people?"

When General General Delong looked behind him,

he suddenly discovered that more than half of the subordinates following him were gone.

Originally over a thousand subordinates,

now there were less than 300 left following him?

"Uh..."

"General, they... they slipped away."

The trusted subordinate answered, biting the bullet.

General General Delong turned his head silently,

understanding in his heart.

The hearts of the people were scattering.

Without the plantations,

and being chased all over the mountains by that guy.

The drug traffickers under him were no longer willing to follow him.

They probably all took advantage of the darkness to run down the mountain.

Thinking of himself, this majestic big drug lord,

now becoming so miserable,

a surge of anger rose in General General Delong's heart.

"It's all that idiot Songpa's fault!"

"Putting a bounty on me?"

"Now look what happened? Attracted him here, and everyone's screwed!!"

And in the direction General General Delong was running straight ahead.

In another drug trafficker's lair,

Bakun had also gathered all his subordinates back,

surrounding the lair with three layers inside and three layers outside,

and even absorbing the experience of General General Delong's drug plantation being burned,

Bakun specifically sent people to protect all the surrounding plantations,

placing many heavy weapons into the plantations.

But even so, he still wasn't at ease,

after finishing the call with General General Delong,

he picked up the satellite phone and made a call to Songpa as well,

after the call connected,

Bakun spoke urgently,

"It's bad, that bastard General General Delong is running towards my territory now."

"I'm worried I won't be able to hold it!"

"Why don't you bring people over to support me, Songpa?"

"Hello?"

"Hello???"

Before Bakun could finish speaking,

he discovered the satellite phone in his hand had already been hung up.

"Damn!"

"Didn't we agree that if that guy came, we'd join forces to take him down?"

"Damn it! Songpa, you bastard, you won't even answer my call at a critical moment, right?"

Bakun almost smashed the satellite phone in a fit of rage.

But the next moment,

the drug traffickers under him had already run over.

"General, General! It's bad."

"That prick General General Delong is almost at our door!"

"He should be passing by the plantation side."

Hearing this,

Bakun cursed fiercely again.

"Damn!"

Grabbing a gun, he took his men and ran to the tower of the lair.

After climbing the tower,

he happened to see General General Delong leading a bunch of subordinates,

sprinting through his drug plantation.

Seeming to see him appear, General General Delong waved his fat hand playfully.

Pointing behind himself.

"Hehe."

"You wait for your bad luck!"

Bakun turned to look,

although he couldn't see much in the night,

but intense gunfire had instantly erupted on the plantation side.

Da da da!

That guy is here!

Chapter 090: Two of the Three Drug Lords Dead, the Great God is Too Ridiculously Strong!

"Holy shit! That guy is here! Open fire!"

"Eh? Why are there other people behind him? Where did that squad come from?"

"Don't panic, don't panic! We have more people!"

"That's not right, why are they carrying gasoline drums on their backs?"

"Holy shit, no! They're going to set a fire..."

Under the night,

Bakun listened to the shouting coming from the drug plantation side,

his face turned green!

"Screw your grandfather! General General Delong!"

Bakun cursed fiercely as he turned to watch General General Delong, who was leading his men to run towards Songpa's territory again,

and then turning his head again,

he saw little sparks lighting up in his drug plantation,

followed immediately,

those sparks spread crazily like a prairie fire,

very quickly,

a sea of fire appeared in the night.

Looking at the raging firelight, Bakun's heart was broken.

"Damn it! My plantation! My money..."

He roared through gritted teeth at the stunned drug trafficking subordinates beside him,

"What the hell are you standing there for! Go put out the fire!!!"

"If the plantation is all burned up, are we going to drink the northwest wind this year?"

Under the roar,

these stunned subordinates finally reacted and hurried towards the plantation.

But everyone knew,

such a big fire couldn't be put out at all.

Bakun stood on the tower with his gaze as gloomy as water,

he looked around, attempting to find the figure of that guy,

but besides firelight and darkness, he couldn't see anything.

The two plantations that caught fire here, one was 800 mu, one was 1,000 mu.

It was estimated that even if the fire was put out, there wouldn't be much left.

However, the only thing that gave him some comfort was,

that guy was actually chasing General General Delong and just happened to pass through his territory.

He hadn't provoked that guy either.

So he himself should be safe!

Let the two plantations burn,

consider it a toll or a greeting gift for that guy.

Anyway, there were still two plantations in the south!

As long as he was fine, money could be earned again,

and this time General General Delong was definitely finished, when he caught his breath, he would go back and annex General General Delong's people and land!

Then he would be a prominent big drug lord in the mountains of the Golden Triangle again!

"Hehe! Beautiful!"

Imagining the beautiful future, Bakun, despite the heartache, actually grinned again.

Just at this moment,

Bakun suddenly heard a puzzled voice from beside him.

"What are you giggling about?"

???

Bakun turned his head in horror,

discovering that at some point,

on the pointed roof of the other tower next to the one he was standing on,

there was actually someone squatting there?!

Who is it?

When did he appear here?

Is it that guy?

That's not right! Wasn't he in the drug plantation?

In an instant,

dozens of thoughts surfaced in Bakun's mind simultaneously.

And the figure squatting on the tower over there spoke in a tone as casual as if they were chatting.

"Looks like you must have been thinking about some beautiful future life, that's why you were laughing so happily?"

"But sorry, you don't have a future."

"I didn't intend to kill you originally, but who told you to happen to be standing on the road I wanted to take."

Lu Shu stood up quietly on the roof of the tower,

this drug lord leader whose name he didn't know,

was indeed not in his hunting targets originally.

But there was no help for it,

he just happened to be passing by this tower,

and this guy just happened to be standing on the road he wanted to take.

Then he could only blame this drug lord leader for his own bad luck.

Lu Shu's figure disappeared from the tower roof in an instant,

running silently along the beam between the two towers,

flicking his hand,

a fruit knife shot out.

And bizarrely,

the speed at which Lu Shu was running was almost on par with the speed at which the fruit knife was shot.

It looked as if the fruit knife was keeping a distance of about a meter from his body, suspended in mid-air in sync.

This only happens when running speed is increased to a certain level.

Just like two trains running side by side at high speed,

when both speeds reach the same level,

in each other's eyes, they would feel as if they were stationary.

Lu Shu's running figure leaped past Bakun,

and that fruit knife,

after piercing through Bakun's neck,

was caught by Lu Shu just right in his hand.

Almost without even a moment's pause, Lu Shu's body had already quickly moved forward and disappeared into the night.

Fast! Too fast!

Until that figure passed in front of him with a gust of wind.

Until his neck was pierced by a plain-looking fruit knife,

Until the sharp pain arrived,

Bakun reacted.

He wanted to speak,

but discovered in horror that his throat could no longer make a sound,

only gushing blood and wheezing breaths.

He knelt to the ground, clutching his neck tightly,

his body twitching uncontrollably.

"I..."

"Is this... how I die?"

Looking at the firelight in front of him,

Bakun had infinite attachment in his heart,

but very quickly,

the blood loss and suffocation took away all his consciousness,

the darkness before his eyes enveloped him bit by bit,

completely drowning him forever.

At the last moment, Bakun suddenly remembered a theory he had heard,

after a person dies,

the first thing to disappear is vision,

then the next to disappear is bodily function,

hearing is the last to disappear.