There are a large number of guns circulating in Kenya. Unlike urban neighborhood gangs, rural gangs are often more brutal and have no bottom line.

The town of Pris is extremely chaotic, and there are almost no people who maintain public order here, as if they are incapable of land.

Boys were taught how to kill people since childhood, knives were their toys, and all adult men were equipped with guns and had to put pistols under their pillows even when they were sleeping to guard against possible violence at any time.

In such a place, gangs are even more common for so-called attacks.

As soon as he heard his companion shouting, he immediately rushed out with his gun.

However, after rushing out, they were all stunned.

I saw two companions fainting in the hall, and there was only a little girl with smooth and fair skin standing in the venue wearing a panda sweatshirt and carrying a backpack.

In his hand, he was also holding a strange pistol.

"Is this an invasion?"

"A girl takes a toy gun?"

"I thought it was the gang next door called from Timana."

The black people couldn't help but relax, but the boss looked at Mo Qiong suspiciously, then looked at the two fainting on the ground, and then said, "Look for it quickly, someone must have sneaked in."

They felt that Moqiong was not worth worrying about, perhaps it was just attracting their attention, and when the two companions fainted, they must have enemies.

"What should I do about this little girl?"

"Take her away and send her to the bottom and lock her up."

They were alert to the surroundings, but they were quite relaxed with Moqiong. A black man came over and wanted to take Moqiong away.

Mo Qiong said while retreating: "Immediately surround the house where I am. Be careful, wear bulletproof vests, everyone inside has firearms, and the snipers are also arranged to prevent accidents. When you are ready, attack directly!"

When the people from the Pris Gang heard this, they immediately looked at Mo Qiong.

A little guy was not afraid in front of more than a dozen of their strong gang members. Not only that, he also surrounded the place with a noble place.

Obviously, someone really called and sent a little girl as a microphone to declare war on them here.

But, isn't this too funny?

"Didn't the Timana bastards get the gun? They actually asked a little girl to pass the message."

Although their gangs fought hard, mostly sneak attacks, occasionally there were people who declared war openly, sending people to issue a letter of war first, and then fighting again.

Generally, this kind of playing style is not large in scale. Either you buy new weapons to show off your power or you are a silly maniac who wants to gain prestige.

But is this a way of despising them? Or is it a popular way of ridicule that has just been popular recently? Such a cute Asian girl is very valuable and just sent it here? For a moment, they can't tell whether it's ridicule or brainless.

"Has their brains been eaten by dogs?" the boss of the Priss Gang sneered.

"Boss, I heard from this girl that she has a bulletproof vest. It seems that Timana bought high-end goods to show off!" said a subordinate.

Boss Pris said in a sniff: "Dog shit! What's the use of bulletproof vests? It's expensive and unsuitable, Timana has a bunch of soft bubbles!"

This kind of country gang even buys second-hand bulletproof vests? Why do you buy that thing? Why did you find a mine?

In this place, they have guns in their hands and legs cut off, and the medical conditions are all like this. What bulletproof vests are needed?

"Boss, she also said there was a sniper!" said the subordinate.

The boss sneered: "Bad snipers, Timana's people like to brag! At most, they have a shotgun and a camera!"

"The hunting rifle is also very expensive, Boss, and this little girl is worth at least 100,000 shillings, enough to buy four AKs, and they sent them casually... Think carefully, Boss! They may have really dug up the mine!"

The boss said disdainfully: "Waste money and good equipment, they have to use value. One bullet can kill people. Buying such a good thing is just a cheap price for us!"

As he said that, he looked at Mo Qiong and growled: "Since the Timana people have given us four aks, I'm not polite and take them down!"

Mo Qiong's face sank, and 100,000 shillings were about 6,700 yuan. I think she is still a good person and a foreigner, so the price has increased a lot. If it were a local black girl, it would be cheaper.

At this moment, a black man was approaching and grabbed Mo Qiong with bare hands.

They could not attach much importance to a little girl of seven or eight years old. Even if Mo Qiong holds a gun in his hand, it is considered a toy gun.

"Hehe!" The black man smiled, and he was determined to grab it, but he felt a flash in front of him.

Mo Qiong jumped high, hit his knee and hit the black man directly on the chin. He heard the sound of bone cracks, and the black man fell down with a bang.

His chin shattered, his mouth was bleeding, and he was unconscious.

Everyone was in an uproar. Seeing such a fierce little loli with his own eyes really doubted life.

"How is that possible?"

"She's just a child!"

Although shocked, Mo Qiong's appearance was too deceptive. At this moment, the boss was still thinking: "Does Chinese children know how to do kung fu?"

Just as they were about to rush forward, a messy gunshot suddenly came outside, and someone rushed in and cried, "Boss! No! Fight and fight... I'm here!"

There was a slight commotion in the house, but it was quite calm. After all, a little girl was sent to write a letter of war in front of me.

The boss waved his hand and said, "What a panic! Didn't you ask you to be on guard nearby? We are not prepared and just fight back! How many people have come to the other party?"

The black man who reported the news was shaking all over, his eyes were straight, his tears and snot were sensational, like a lunatic.

"They...eight...eight..." The man hesitated, his tongue was knotted, and he insisted that it was not smooth.

The boss said in confusion: "Eight people? What are you afraid of by eight people? Dozens of us brothers!"

"No...wuwu...no..." The man cried anxiously and waved his hand wildly.

The boss's face changed and he said in surprise: "What? Are they eighty? Are they crazy? They actually came out in full swing! Is this going to fight with us?"

Everyone's faces changed drastically. It would be fine if they fought hard, but no one could destroy anyone.

Do you dare to come out in full swing? Is it because you plan to destroy their gang? What kind of reliance on it, dare to have such great ambitions?

"Boss! Did they really find the mine?" his subordinate said in surprise.

The boss gritted his teeth and rushed to the window with everyone to look out. When he saw this, he was all stunned.

The outpost at the entrance of the village was directly flattened, and four tanks opened the way and rushed over to the ragged iron fence outside their town.

Further behind, dozens of armored vehicles were coming out, with their heads swaying and all of them carrying guns and ammunition.

Looking at the other side of the town, it was surrounded. Four tanks opened the way and broke through all roadblocks, and many soldiers followed behind.

Seeing all this, a group of black people looked terrified and shivering.

The boss even roared in a broken voice: "Damn, how many people are these!"

He grabbed the informant's neck and squirted his face.

The report of the news was sad and finally said it straightforward: "Eight...eight tanks, people... are countless!"

"Fak!" The boss kicked the man away, and then the sound of the helicopter propeller was heard in his ear.

Looking at the sky again, there were nowhere near that there were six armed helicopters cruising, dominating the entire town’s airspace.

With such a large formation, everyone in the town was shocked.

To be honest, this town is extremely chaotic, and everyone has something to do with this gang, part of which is the lowest-level labor force, part of which is the family of gang members.

Every family has guns and always only obeys local gangs.

At this moment, I saw so many regular troops breaking in and I had no idea how to fight.

"boom!"

The roadblocks made on the street were prepared for gunfights, but were knocked away by tanks at this moment, and the people hiding behind had no desire to resist.

I saw gunmen on the side of the road kneeling on the ground, tilting their guns, holding their hands high, and not daring to move.

The soldiers came over, confiscated their guns, and kept guarding them, doing nothing.

The black people kneeling on the ground were sweating coldly, not knowing what was going on, and cursing the boss in their hearts: Why are there so many troops coming? Damn it, is that guy treason?

The younger brothers in the house also looked at the boss. They were gangs like their small-scale gangs who would not care about them. Unless they expanded to a large extent and threatened their rule, they would usually come to collect some money and fool them.

"Boss! What did you do?"

"I want to talk about you! Who caused me the trouble!"

As he said that, the boss suddenly looked at Mo Qiong and said in a daze: "By the way, you...what is going on?"

Mo Qiong ignored him at all, pointed a gun at the basement door and said, "Clear the scene!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of broken windows sounded upstairs, and dozens of people wearing black combat uniforms rushed in from all directions.

"Swish!" The black man in the room lay down without saying a word, instantly leaning on the ground, holding his head with both hands and not moving, leaving only a pair of eyes looking up nervously.

The whole set of actions is quick and neat!

Alexander looked at the ground with a gun and said, "The whole building is controlled, and only the basement is left. There is a heat source for three people in the basement... Is the target inside?"

Mo Qiong nodded and said, "That's right, it's inside. Have you confirmed that there is no other exit in the basement?"

"No, there is only one exit for this iron door." Alexander said.

"That's good. The basement itself has become a cage. The shadow has no other choice except to come out of this iron gate." Mo Qiong said, staring at the crack in the door.

Immediately someone brought up a strong light and kicked open the iron door, illuminating the basement clearly.
To be continued...