Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 303 Punishment
On the top of Mount Li, Jiang Wenhe silently put down the infrared night vision binoculars in his hand.

His face was displeased, his mouth was pouted, like a child whose lollipop was taken away.

"What's going on? It's over like this? Isn't this too boring?"

Jiang Wenhe muttered unhappily.

In his expectation, the three forces facing each other on a narrow road will start a fierce competition.

Who would have thought that the result would be like this.

The team led by Sima Bo obtained all the game props in an unpredictable way.

"No, no, how can the game designed by Jiang Tiantian be so easy to pass?
It seems that we have to increase the difficulty for them, Jie Jie Jie"

Jiang Wenhe touched his chin, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc.

Not far from him, a white and clean boy squatted on the ground, silently looking at the cage covered with black cloth.

In the deep eyes, the blue light escaping from the cage was reflected flickeringly.

After hearing Jiang Wenhe's evil smile, he gave him a sideways look.

He didn't say anything, and continued to observe the cage.

After the other two forces handed over the game items in their hands, Sima Bo's team had already collected eight game items from [1] to [8].

Only one of the nine props Jiang Wenhe requested was left.

After that, the team began a carpet search.

But no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find the last item.

This search lasted all night.

When the sky was getting brighter, Jiang Wenhe's voice came from the direction of the top of the mountain.

"I fell asleep, why hasn't anyone brought props to me yet?
This is not okay.

Before the sun rises, if I haven't seen the nine props, all of you have failed.

It's a game, if you fail, you will be punished.

Hmm. As you know, the snipers under my command are not very good-tempered.

You let them feed the mosquitoes all night on the mountain, they must be very unhappy.

So the way of punishment, please eat their bullets!

Don’t worry, they don’t have many bullets, they won’t kill you all, Jie Jie Jie Jie”

After Jiang Wenhe's words, there was another round of curses in the mountains.

"Damn, can they do it?

I knew I wouldn't give them the props. "

Under a certain big tree, Mars chanted resentfully.

In another place, Zhao Huan and Feng Zilan were also worried.

Naturally, Sima Bo and the others were under the greatest pressure.

"It seems that there is only one way to use it."

Seeing the white belly gradually revealing in the sky, Sima Bo said in a deep voice.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the top of Mount Li in the morning, Sima Bo and his party came to Jiang Wenhe.

In the woods, a group of figures in camouflage uniforms lurk.

Occasionally, a light flashed in front of them.

It was the light reflected from the mirror of the gun.

"Clap clap clap-"

Jiang Wenhe kept clapping.

Looking at Sima Bo and others with a smile: "You are lucky, you are lucky to meet a genius like me.

How about it, do you think I'm handsome? "

As he spoke, he brushed his greasy hair.

silence.

No one answered him.

Jiang Wenhe's zilian expression was a little stiff.

"Ahem. Let's check the props you brought first.

come! "

Jiang Wenhe snapped his fingers and called out a group of big men in camouflage uniforms from the forest behind him.

They came to Sima Bo and the others with indifferent expressions, and began to check the game props.

After some inspection, someone shouted loudly: "Report to Mr. Jiang, they have collected a total of eight props, and one is missing!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wenhe's expression instantly became gloomy: "Are you looking for death?"

Faced with this situation, Sima Bo calmly pointed at the animals with imprints: "Young Master Jiang, there are obviously nine props here, what's missing?"

"Oh! You don't think I'm a fool, do you?"

With a sneer on his face, Jiang Wenhe pointed at the animals and said, "The nine props are all marked by myself, so I don't know which one is missing?
Obviously, you just couldn't find the last prop, so you deliberately made a fake one, trying to get away with it!
snort! "

Jiang Wenhe's words made Sima Bo and others' hearts sink.

In fact, as Jiang Wenhe said, they really couldn't find the last prop.

They guessed that the prop was probably a lively animal, and it had already run out of Lishan.

Before Jiang Wenhe's death critical line, there was no time for them to continue searching.

In desperation, Sima Bo came up with a solution.

That is to grab an animal at random, draw a mark [9] on that animal, and pretend to be the ninth prop.

But this Jiang Wenhe is obviously not that easy to fool, and directly exposes it face to face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that no one can pass my game.

Snipers in place—

Let's start punishing those who dare to fool this genius! "

With a sinister smile on his face, Jiang Wenhe raised his hand towards Lin Zi behind him.

"Kakaka-"

From the forest came the sound of a series of bullets being loaded.

At this moment, the hearts of Sima Bo and others all rose to their throats.

"slow!"

At the critical moment, Sima Bo shouted loudly.

"Huh? Old man, give you some time and leave your last words."

Jiang Wenhe looked at Sima Bo lazily.

At this juncture, Sima Bo's head was spinning rapidly.

Thinking of the bizarre encounter that night, and looking at Jiang Wenhe's joking face across from him, Sima Bo suddenly made a bold guess in his heart.

"Jiang Wenhe, in fact, the No. [-] item was hidden by you on purpose, right?!"

After saying this, Sima Bo stared closely at Jiang Wenhe's expression.

He kept thinking why they couldn't find the ninth prop.

Apart from the fact that prop No. [-] ran away by itself, is it possible that it was hidden by Jiang Wenhe?
According to Jiang Wenhe's abnormal personality, it is really possible to do such a thing!

"What nonsense are you talking about, old man? How could I do such a rule-breaking thing?"

Jiang Wenhe looked disdainful.

But Sima Bo, who had been observing Jiang Wenhe's reaction, saw the flash of panic in the latter's eyes.

At this moment, he knew that he had guessed right!

With confidence in his heart, Sima Bo's voice became even louder: "In this case, please ask Young Master Jiang to take out the No. [-] prop!

If you can't get it out, how can you prove that the No. [-] item we brought is fake?

You have made the rules of the game yourself but you can't afford to lose. If this kind of thing gets out, it will probably have a very bad effect on your reputation as the Fourth Young Master in Kyoto, right? "

"You bastard old man"

Jiang Wenhe's complexion gradually became gloomy following Sima Bo's words.

The atmosphere on the top of the mountain seemed to be frozen.

(End of this chapter)