Liu Che shrugged his shoulders in that expression with strength, glanced curiously at Wu, and pointed at them for staying in the grass last night and said, "There are seventeen people who have been staring at us for a long time."

A dozen men and women rushed out angrily from the grass, but they surrounded the leader, a man in his forties who was particularly strong and juryman. He hey hey smiled and said, "Just hand over everything you come back and get out."
Liu Che glanced at the man full of ridicule. In her opinion, the fighting capacity of this group of people is far from that of biting off Mo Qingqing’s beast.
Mo Qingqing said "tightness" to Wu.
Wu sullenly replied "Oh, good". She said to the leading man, "Please give us back what you robbed us." That was very polite and slow.
The men burst out laughing like they heard a very good joke.
And laughed, "Go and wash your face and let us see if you are beautiful. If you are beautiful, we can take you in."
Wu sullenly took out the magazine from his backpack and moved quickly. Before everyone could react, she changed the new magazine. She took the gun and pointed the gun at the leading man.
The group of men and women looked at Wu sullenly, raised a nearly one-meter-long standard gun and froze for a moment.
It was several seconds before any of them reacted.
A ten-year-old boy turned his eyes and suddenly rushed forward to lift it and grabbed the gun.
Wu turned around and slammed the trigger. The young man fell back to the ground and stopped moving. A lot of blood flowed out of the back of his head.
Wu sullenly quickly turned and pointed his gun at another man who intended to grab a gun.
The man was so scared that he quickly raised his hands and stepped back five or six times in a row. His legs sank to the ground.
The group of men and women around me turned around and ran away, leaving the man with weak legs and stomach.
Wu sullenly saw that one person left threatened to lift, so he put the gun down and gently said, "Please leave."
The man was so scared that his legs were weak that he climbed out of more than ten meters with his hands and feet, and then he got up and stumbled forward.
The wind, Liu Che, forestry, Han Beichen, etc. all stared at Wu with shock and language. Everyone suspected that the gun was boring and Wu was talking.
Mo Qingqing looked at the corpse and said to Wu sullenly, "You killed someone."
Wu gave her a sullen "Oh" and said weakly, "They robbed the gun. When we were in danger, we encountered an assault on the police and robbed the gun, which directly killed people."
Liu Che nodded and said, "Nothing is wrong." She paused and asked Feng Qing, "Where did you find this man?"
Chapter 52
The wind suddenly said, "Wu is bored and Xiao Mo is young." She handed Liu Che her medical backpack and asked Han Beichen to throw the body away, inviting the beast to ask Feng Zhenxuan again, "Dad, are you not hurt?"
Feng Zhenxuan said, "No, we didn’t resist much."
The wind suddenly nodded and said, "Let Che help you look at your foot injury after eating." She asked Cui Hua and them again, "I don’t think that group of people took anything with them when they fled just now. Are our things still in the grass?"
Cui Hua said that she didn’t know that she and Xia Qiaoer went to find someone after the wind blew, and didn’t come back until sunset and the wind blew.
Feng Zhenxuan said, "Everything is here"
The gang felt that they were outnumbered, but they were a bunch of old, weak and sick people. They were concerned about the elderly and the wounded, and they certainly didn’t dare to fight them. Therefore, they were not prepared for losing the battle at all, and they left nothing with them when they fled.
After grabbing the grass, they also cleaned up an area of about five or six square meters in the big tree, and then picked up steel bars outside to set up the tent cloth to build a simple shack, and covered the sides and sides of the shack with a layer of vines and serrated grass leaves as a cover to make the shack look like a bunch of vines and grass from the outside.
In the shed, the cloak quilt, luggage bags and backpacks, which are covered with wind and Mo Qingqing’s leather, are piled up in the leather.
Two duvets are full of dirt and there are many blood stains on them.
There are two backpacks in the hand luggage bag that are piled on the surface, and the seven backpacks don’t look too bulging. It seems that there are not many things.
The wind suddenly emptied the east and west parts of luggage bags and backpacks.