"Stop talking about high-sounding reasons and excuses.
Even if our entire tribe is dead, we can't hand over the sacred objects to others.
You, a traitor, have been deceived by these merchants because of your weak determination.
How can you still Do you want us to be like you?"
the patriarch retorted coldly and angrily, "Based on what you said, it would be a shame to die for you today.
No one can even think of leaving here, they will all die."
"I don't think so."
Mist, who was a little nervous and flustered before, suddenly stood up from his seat and sneered leisurely, "Since the patriarch wants to fall out with us, then why not fall out with us?
We initially I really came here for the transparent stone, because after this stone is processed outside, it is called a diamond, and its value is priceless.
The suspicion will increase exponentially, and we can also make huge profits from it.
However, after transporting goods for transactions several times, Heaney told us that the real good things in your tribe are not these transparent stones, but ancestral treasures.
Originally, I didn’t want to grab the ancient tribal sacred objects openly, but you are forcing me to do it, aren’t you?”
"Mingqiang haha, then come and try Mingqiang."
Samback seemed to have heard what he thought was the funniest joke.
Indeed, these businessmen in front of him were all pointed at by bright swords, and they had all become prisoners.
He also said that he wanted to steal the sacred object.
Isn’t this a dream?
Soon, however, Samback's laughter began to subside almost instantly.
The reason was simple, because Mist burped, quickly took out a revolver from his pocket, and pointed it at the patriarch standing not far away without any hesitation.
Although they are indigenous people, after experiencing the red-haired ghosts in the past, it is impossible for them to feel unfamiliar with firearms.
So when Mist took out his pistol, Samback had already blocked his body in front of the clan leader.
"You can keep one hand, don't I have any means of defense?
You know how to be afraid, right?
In front of my pistol, no matter how brave you guys with big knives are, what's the use when bullets are fired into your bodies?
, no matter how strong a person is, he must bow his head obediently "Skull" Mist stared at Samback coldly, and said coldly, "You forced me to do this, but no wonder we.
As long as you are willing to hand over the holy objects obediently, maybe I can spare your lives, otherwise Huh, what are you still doing?
Why don't you show them off quickly?"
At Mister's order, his men took out the pistols from their waists and aimed at the natives in front of them.
For a moment, the indigenous people began to panic slightly.
After all, what they had in front of them was a gun, a gun that their bodies could not withstand at all.
Fan Wei did not expect that these ordinary businessmen would all carry pistols in their pockets.
But thinking about it, he felt relieved.
Why?
Because this was abroad after all, and many countries did not ban guns.
Buying a gun was much cheaper than buying diamonds.
Mist smiled coldly at the patriarch and said, "Mr.
Patriarch, originally I didn't plan to use force, but since you are determined to show off, let's fight with real swords and guns to see if it's okay.
Are the swords in the hands of your warriors stronger, or are the bullets in our hands stronger?"
"Don't use your gun to scare me.
I want the sacred object.
Even if we die, we won't let you succeed."
The clan leader couldn't help but roared, "Catch them all and behead them all.
You still stand there stupidly."
What are you doing?
Cut off their heads."
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The clan leader's angry shouts rang out, but the indigenous warriors who surrounded the merchants looked at each other.
No one dared to step forward and attack these merchants with their swords, risking their lives.
They are all human beings, and they are all afraid of death.
Who dares to make a joke with their own lives and pounce on them like this?
Who would dare to know that they are going to die?
"Bang bang bang" Just when Fan Wei thought these guys would not risk their lives to charge, something unexpected happened.
Some of these hesitant warriors still raised their swords and shouted and rushed towards these businessmen even though they knew they were about to die.
Mist and the others shot without hesitation, immediately shooting these people.
Blood spattered and they all fell to the ground in an instant.
The big knives they held tightly in their hands did not even touch the corners of these businessmen's clothes.
This burst of gunfire not only killed five or six indigenous warriors, but also deeply shocked other indigenous people.
The power of the firearms was demonstrated again, and they were indeed confused for a moment, and even had an inexplicable sense of fear.
Fan Wei couldn't help but sigh.
Once upon a time, when the ancient Chinese soldiers saw the rows of bullets fired by the great powers, they were probably just like the indigenous people today.
They were frightened by the power of the guns, so they You'll be defeated like a mountain, right?
In fact, death is not scary.
What is often scary is the fear before death.
At this time, the smoking black muzzles of the guns in the hands of the businessmen undoubtedly brought the fear of death to these indigenous people, which made them deeply fearful, and they gradually began to retreat backwards.
Mist proudly walked up to Samback with the muzzle of his gun in his hand, and said coldly, "Get out of my way, or I will turn you into a ball of meat immediately.
Those subordinates who just died are you."
"example" Samback glared at him, his strong body still motionless.
He sneered and stared at Mist and said, "Okay, I also want to try, which is faster, your gun or my knife?"
After saying that, he held the machete in his hand tightly and was ready.
A horizontal slashing stance.
"Really?
Then don't regret it."
Mist didn't expect that this guy was so ignorant of current affairs and dared to stand in front of the clan leader and be cannon fodder.
But just when he was about to shoot, Samback's The angry eyes and murderous expression made him feel a little timid, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Samback, get out of the way.
Since Mr.
Mister wants to threaten me, then I will let him threaten me."
The patriarch suddenly spoke at this time.
Samback was reluctant to retort, but when he turned his head and saw the confident expression of the patriarch, eyes, then he nodded helplessly and stepped aside.
However, his eyes were still fixed on Mist.
As long as he dared to take action, he believed that the big knife in his hand would strike him mercilessly.
"Okay, the clan leader is indeed a smart man.
You should know that if we really shoot, even if your clan members are not dead, the casualties will definitely be very high, so only by listening to us will you have a way to survive.
I advise You should take the initiative to hand over the sacred object Come, so I won't make things difficult for you.
But if you are really stubborn and want to die together, you can only seek your own death, do you understand?"
Mist thought that the patriarch was really afraid of him, and couldn't help but feel proud.
Said, "I hope the patriarch can make a wise choice
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