A car was lying across the intersection in front of them. In a short time, before the surrounding terrorists had time to support them, the two terrorists used the front and rear of the car as cover and opened fire wildly at the oncoming car.

As soon as Donkey turned the steering wheel, he pulled over to get out of the way. Guo Jingyun suddenly braked on the pickup truck he was catching up with.

Amidst the screeching sound of the brakes, the poet was taking aim. The moment it stopped shaking, "Bang!"

An armor-piercing bullet hit a terrorist and he fell to the ground on the spot.

"boom!"

the second!

This is why Wang Zhen let the poet sit in the second car!

Nie Huixiong

"Why go there?" Guo Jingyun didn't understand.

"It's making money. 80% of daily necessities in Iraq are domestically produced. War-torn areas have always been short of supplies. The risks are high and the profits are higher. We don't do business in this area for a day or two. I just didn't expect the people in Ais Ais to suddenly go crazy."

Wang Zhen said with a speechless expression.

"I want money but not my life!" Guo Jingyun cursed.

"With 300% profit, capitalists dare to risk the guillotine." The poet shrugged.

"So, I'm asking for $100,000 per person." Wang Zhen snorted.
Chapter completed!