Bang bang bang - the Cheetah drove up next to Xu Qing with a loud wheezing engine sound, which also brought him back from his thoughts of seeing the Crystal Skull. He shook his head, turned around, opened the car door and jumped in, holding the notebook in his hand.

He casually patted the front of the car and saw that although the crystal skull was a good thing, he was very casual and didn't bother to fight for it if it didn't belong to him. He just let these Asans kowtow in worship.

Huergou glanced at the cover of the notebook, and the expression on his face suddenly changed. He reached out, grabbed the notebook, clenched it into a ball, and then slapped it on the steering wheel.

"Damn it, I'm just telling you how these asan brats have changed so badly. It's these little grandsons who have been worshiping chickens for a long time..." Hu Ergou seemed to know the origin of the notebook, and his eyes were as wide as cow bells.

He seemed to be scolding people for their superiority and inferiority, completely ignoring the fact that there were two women sitting behind them, and they only stopped when they felt comfortable scolding them.

Xu Qing said calmly: "You kid can do it. If my brother hadn't told you to put on the combat uniform just now, you would be so stiff now. Are you using my brother's things as twists?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to put on his waist.

Pull out the two sand eagles and put them aside. This thing is a mess.

When Hu Ergou heard this, his scalp went numb, and then he realized that the notebook in his hand was brought by Xu Qing. He twisted the things into a ball without asking. If the boss was unhappy, he would be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, he quickly stopped the car and straightened the twisted notebook with his hand. Unfortunately, it was impossible to restore it to its original state, and he was so anxious that beads of sweat kept pouring out.

Xu Qing just said it casually, not wanting to embarrass Ergou over such a trivial matter. Seeing this guy's nervous look, he couldn't bear it. He waved his hand and said: "Okay, don't bother yourself, just drive while driving."

Just tell me the origin of the notebook."

Hu Ergou breathed a sigh of relief, put the notebook in his hand back to its original place, started the car and continued driving, slowly telling the story of the notebook's origin.

This kind of notebook is not a rare thing in India and Afghanistan. Just like the Christian Bible, every believer has one. This kind of notebook is the Bible in the hands of believers of an emerging sect in Afghanistan. This sect is said to be Shiva.

The merging product of the Church and another mysterious Western church, the Gongshi Sect. The thing that believers worship is a thing that looks like a man's chicken. They also promote a very weird idea. If you want to save the world, you must first find ten people.

Three holy objects. When thirteen holy objects are gathered together, you can gain eternal life.

Hu Ergou didn't know much, but one thing almost everyone living in Longzi County knew was that each of these Communists had a yellow booklet with thirteen skulls and two bone sticks on it.

Chinese sentiment is quite serious, and some believers have military and government backgrounds. They often use their power to harm the Chinese, and their methods are extremely cruel. When you see these guys, it is best to retreat to avoid being poisoned.

At the end of the story, Hu Ergou also told some of the atrocities committed by the Communists that he had seen and heard with his own eyes. This group of Asan brats burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of crimes, just like a group of beasts that took blue pills.

The Chinese are picked on, and all kinds of heinous evil deeds can send chills down one's spine. The Gongshi Sect is an out-and-out cult.

Xu Qing was shocked by the name of this cult at first, but soon his mood became heavy. No wonder Hu Ergou scolded him. These Communists were really not a thing. It was okay to kill those guys with just one shot.

To be merciful, I should use a dull knife to cut off their flesh piece by piece to relieve my hatred.

Hu Ergou said harshly: "Those Asan brats from the Tongshi Sect just now must be blocking the road just waiting to harm the Chinese. I know they have a branch here, and thousands of believers worship that thing every day.

Son……"

Xu Qing frowned, his eyes flashed, and he asked urgently: "Are you sure? Do you know how far it is from here?" If the Crystal Skull is too far away, he will not make a special trip to snatch it.

It was different, not to mention that after hearing about the numerous evil deeds committed by the Communists against the Chinese, a fire was burning in his heart.

Hu Ergou swallowed, glanced at Xu Qing and said, "Boss, don't you want to take over their old nest? I heard that hundreds or even thousands of people often gather there..."

Xu Qing waved his hand to interrupt him and said displeasedly: "Just answer your question. Where did all the nonsense come from? I'm not going to kill anyone, I'm just going to pick up something along the way."

Huergou then smiled awkwardly, pointed to a fork in the road not far away and said: "I have been to that place accidentally once before to collect bear bile and animal skins. I can drive along this road and get there in less than a quarter of an hour. Okay.

I saw a cathedral there. It used to be a Christian church, but later for some reason it was regarded as a branch of the Communist Church. I didn't go in. The guy guarding the door was very fierce."

This Indian-occupied area is very rich in wild animal and plant resources, and poaching is also very rampant. In the past, Hu Ergou often came here to do some reselling business. As long as he took the things collected at low prices back and resold them, he could get quite a lot of money.

Profits, it can be said that he is a kind of local snake, and he keeps all the dirty things about Gongshi Sect in his heart.

Xu Qing nodded and said: "Park the car at the intersection over there. Anyway, it's not far from our own territory. Master and I will work together to repair the scourge of the Gongshi Cult."

The conversation between the two was clearly heard by Huang Pulan behind her. She did not express any opinions, but bent down and took out a medium-sized suitcase from under the seat, opened it, and reached out to take out a black and shiny special JS.

A miniature submachine gun. This gun also has a silencer. It is light in weight and has a short body. It uses a double-row curved magazine and has an adjustable speed. This gun is the most practical for small-scale fierce battles.

"Here you go, just bring a few more magazines!" Huang Pulan raised his hand and put the submachine gun directly on Xu Qing's shoulder. The ancient warriors of the Chinese martial arts do not need to use fists and cold weapons to deal with ordinary people, as long as they can defeat the enemy.

Why bother to stick to the formality.

Xu Qing reached out and took the JS Wei Chong, turned around and said with a smile: "This is a good thing. I find that you are becoming more and more considerate and full of femininity."

Huang Pulan's pretty face turned red and she said coquettishly: "You're such an asshole. You didn't think of me as a woman before, right?" She scolded her mouth, but she felt something else in her heart. There was a hint of astringency in the sweetness.

Such a flirtatious enemy is fate.

Xu Qing wrinkled her nose and smiled, and hung the belt that JS Wei Chong had put on directly around her neck. This woman is a temptress, and it is her fate to mess with her. However, as a man, you must know how to be tolerant, especially in front of women.
Chapter completed!