"Well!"

Zhang Yang groaned, and a blood flower shot out from his chest. He looked at the pale Li Wei in disbelief, never expecting that he would die in her hands.

With difficulty, he raised the gun in his hand and wanted to drag Li Wei to be buried with him, but the furious Lin Bao raised his gun and beat him to death.

"Crazy, so damn crazy!"

In the blink of an eye, two people in the five-man team died, and Wan Rui was dumbfounded.

A flash of murderous intent flashed in Li Wei's eyes. Zhang Yang was killed by him, and he would die if he went back. For now, the only solution is to kill people and silence them, and blame everyone's death on the terrorists.

"Bang!"

Just when he was getting angry, a clear gunshot suddenly sounded. Li Wei's eyesight went black, he completely lost consciousness, and his head exploded like a crushed watermelon.

Everyone turned around in shock and saw a lama dressed exactly like the Wind Protector slowly walking down from the wooden building. Surrounding him were three members of the Divine Origin Organization and more than a dozen young Tibetans.

The gunman, it was one of the bald men who blew up Li Wei's head.

"This is the virtue of the Chinese people, have you seen it? When there are no foreign enemies, they will only kill each other and fight among themselves. How can we let such people rule in Tibetan territory, so we want freedom! We want liberation."

The lama had a compassionate face and said seductively as he walked.

"Be free! Be liberated!"

A group of gunmen had a look of fanaticism in their eyes, raised their guns and roared at the top of their lungs.
Chapter completed!