The moonlight was as bright as a veil, gently covering the valley, falling on the stilt building, quiet and silent. Yang Zheng squatted at the door and observed the surroundings vigilantly, not daring to leave easily. The original plan was that the magician found the weapon and squatted to guard without giving the enemy a chance. Yang Zheng was responsible for solving the people in the room and then going to rescue those arrested. The plan had to be adjusted.

The stronghold was not very large. Everyone wore windshields that could be seen at night, and the action did not have much impact. The magician quickly found the hostage held in a small stilt house. It was a water prison. The exit was covered with a lid made of large wood. If it weren't for the careful observation during the day and if someone coughed, they wouldn't know where they were detained.

It was a little deeper below and the people inside could not climb up. The magician quickly lay down and asked in a low voice in international terms: "Who can understand me."

However, no one answered the conversation below, just looked at the magician blankly. The pit was pitch black under the earthen pit, and the moonlight could not shine, so he could only vaguely see the outline. Seeing that no one answered, the magician could not communicate and obtained information. He quickly whispered in Mandarin: "We found them."

"Action as planned." Yang Zheng's voice came, very weak, but he could understand it.

The magician agreed and quickly looked around. He found a simple wooden ladder not far away, tied with vines. The magician put down the wooden ladder and said, "Hurry up, come up."

The people inside were hesitant and dared not come up. The magician was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. The language was not clear, and communication was a problem. Fortunately, not long after, a person climbed up nervously and looked at the magician with concern. The magician squeezed out a smile to prevent himself from looking too fierce. He said, "Get out quickly and follow us."

I don’t know if I understood the magician’s words or if everyone saw that the first person who went up was not killed, and they were a little more courageous, and they all climbed up one after another. The magician pointed to the distance and said to the person who came up: “Hurry up, hide it there and don’t come out.”

The language was not clear, but the gestures could express some meanings. The other party might understand it, so he nodded and ran forward quickly, barefoot, weak, and seemed to fall down at any time. The magician stared in the direction of the stilt house vigilantly, for fear that someone would find it and rush up.

The hostages were all in the pit, and a grenade came over and explained them all. The magician stared at the front with some concern and was on high alert. After a while, the people in the pit had climbed up. Perhaps because they had experienced too much, no one was afraid, no one shouted or ranted around, but followed them in an orderly manner.

After everyone comes out, the magician follows him, just in case.

Not long after, the magician met with everyone and saw that it was still a little close to the stilt house. Once the war started, it might be exposed. He quickly asked, "Who will shoot?"

Everyone looked confused, obviously not understanding. The magician didn't care much and handed the seized weapon to a man who looked pretty good, pointed to the back and continued, "Go a little further."

Everyone was still confused. The magician had to drive people away. Everyone finally realized, continued to retreat, hid in a forest. The magician then breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned, while saying through the headset: "The person has been hidden, he is returning. What's the situation now?"

Yang Zheng continued to squat at the door, but he did not see the enemy coming out. He immediately whispered when he heard the report: "Touch it from you and go to the roof of the second floor to be on guard."

After receiving the magician's reply, Yang Zheng continued to stare at both sides. There was a simple aisle on the second floor, and the drug dealers also lived on the second floor. The situation was clear at a glance. Not long after, Yang Zheng saw two familiar figures coming from both sides and asked in a low voice: "Are you two?"

"It's me, the gun-carried man was found in four rooms and he has been killed." Gao Shou's voice came.

"I also found gun drug dealers in three rooms, kill them." Amei's voice also came.

Soon, Gao Shou and A Mei walked over from both sides, pushed open the door next to the room where Yang Zheng was, and went in. Not long after, Gao Shou came out of a room, holding a dragon-tooth dagger in his hand, with a murderous aura on his face. Not long after, A Mei also came from the other side and the three of them met.

Yang Zheng signaled the two of them to squat down and said in a low voice: "The guns are killed. The remaining ones who do not have guns are probably not the same as the drug dealer leader, but you should not be careless. You two go up to the roof and stand in a triangle with the magician. Monitor the decisive situation on the second floor. When you find that the guns are fired directly, be careful."

"I understand." The two nodded, left quickly, and found a place to climb up the roof.

The wooden roof is a herringbone slope shape, built of wood, and is full of dead grass. The dead grass is mixed with soil, and the load-bearing capacity is not large, but there is no problem with standing alone. The stronghold at the drug dealer's location is a circular enclosure, with three people and a triangular station, which is enough to block the second floor without dead corners.

After receiving the reminder that everyone was in place, Yang Zheng quickly returned, tied the man on the bed with his hands tied with his belt, and carried the other party to the door, like mud. Yang Zheng pressed the other party on a piece of wood, grabbed it with one hand, preventing the other party from falling down, and picked up the seized weapon and fired directly.

"Dadadada--" A shuttle of bullets shot towards the night sky, and the sound was shaking.

Soon, some people came out of the wooden house and ran towards Yang Zheng. When Yang Zheng saw it, he was happy. As expected, these drug dealers were confiscated and weapons were taken. Once there was danger, they would come to get the weapons as soon as possible. Yang Zheng fired another round of bullets and hit the people.

These people were frightened, stopped quickly and retreated, and some people hid in the room next to them. Yang Zheng was not worried, blocked the suspected leader in front of him as a meat shield, and shouted loudly: "Your leader is in my hands, come out, spare you all, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

The drug dealers looked at Yang Zheng in surprise, unable to understand the purpose of the visit. Some people thought it was a black man and shouted in an inexperienced international language: "Are you from that organization? Why did you attack us?"

It’s easy to communicate, Yang Zheng continued to shout: “Jump down and stand in the middle.”

No one jumped down, but instead shrank into the room, fearing that he would be beaten to death. Yang Zheng knew that it was not easy to compromise with these people, and he had to use tough measures and fire violently in the surrounding rooms.

"Dadadada--" The automatic assault rifle roared hard, fired a terrifying firepower, and the bullets drilled into the room fiercely. This kind of wooden stilt house could not stop the bullet attack at all. In an instant, thousands of warehouses and holes rose, scaring the drug dealers to lie down and dodge.

Yang Zheng emptied the magazine in one breath, threw away the seized gun, picked up the special micro-rusher, and shouted in a deep voice: "This time it's a warning, come out, hurry up."
Chapter completed!