But suddenly two young people dressed in sorghum leaves appeared next to them, dressed in villagers.

A man carries a rifle and holds a sickle in his hand.

Another young man with a short gun in his hand stepped forward, stepped on the traitor's neck and asked proudly: "Dog traitor, I see where you are running!"

He turned his head to look at the black muzzle, half of which was pitch black and half sharp, the traitor was scared to death: "Master Eighth, please spare me, I have eighty mothers..."

"It's okay to ask me to spare my life. Tell me everything you know!" The man holding a gun took off the gun on the traitor's shoulder while speaking.

The traitor dared not hide it at all when he was holding a knife around his neck.

He poured beans in a panic and told everything he knew.

"It's a pity that there is no useful information." The man holding a short gun whispered to the man holding a sickle next to him...

The man holding the sickle covered his mouth and dragged the sickle through the traitor's neck...

The man holding a gun jumped away quickly to prevent blood from falling on his body.

He weighed the traitor's shell gun, and looked at the traitor whose neck was cut open, as if he was dying with his eyes open: "Don't look at me like this, I really didn't kill you... It wasn't my hand..."

Dog traitors no longer twitch.

The young man carrying two guns began to grop on the traitor: "I said, can't you strangle him to death?"
Chapter completed!