Eight wind does not move

"It's not June yet." Bai Guangpin said, "It's really getting more and more arrogant."

"See how long they can be arrogant." Jiang Yu gritted his teeth: "There are still wheel marks on the ground, let's look north."

To the north is the Taiyang Lake area, close to the place where June female Tibetan antelopes give birth.

Originally, he just took a look around north, but he really saw something strange. He saw a rather abrupt black spot on the plain from a distance. Jiang Yu stopped the car and took out his binoculars to observe.

This is a refitted BJ2020, the surface of the car has been weather-beaten, and it looks like it has been running in the wilderness all year round.

Here, besides them, who else has been running around in the wilderness all year round?

It's a poacher's car.

Zhou Hang felt that he couldn't help holding his breath, and his mind was still full of the tragic scene of antelope corpses scattered all over the place. When he thought that those people in that car did it most likely, he felt a lot of restlessness, and wished to rush over immediately .

"Did they do it?" Bai Guangpin also guessed.

"There must be their participation." Jiang Yu said: "It is estimated that there are pickpockets in this car, but why don't you leave after finishing the work? I will catch them later and ask."

Poaching also performs its own duties, hunting, skinning, plucking, and trading are completely an industrial chain.

"There are only three of us, is it okay to act so rashly?" Bai Guangpin asked Jiang Yu: "Stationmaster Wang is most against unplanned actions."

"There are only two of them, and only one of them has a gun in his hand." Jiang Yu put down his binoculars, pulled the windshield over half of his face, with a pensive look on his face, and lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel with.

After knocking a few times, he opened his mouth and said, "Don't mention that we are a protection station later."

"Why?" Zhou Hang asked a little puzzled.

"I think these two people have unclean hands and feet."

"After peeling off so many Tibetan antelopes, how could it be clean?"

Jiang Yu shook his head: "It's because they didn't clean their hands and feet. You see, they only have one car, and the equipment is not complete. They probably stole the goods and ran away."

Zhou Hang nodded suddenly, and was about to take the binoculars in Jiang Yu's hand to observe, when he suddenly felt his jaw pinched.

Jiang Yu reached out and pinched Zhou Hang's chin, then pinched Zhou Hang's face, straightened Zhou Hang's face and looked at it carefully.

Zhou Hang felt uncomfortable and wanted to resist, but Jiang Yu stopped him and said, wait, he is doing business.

Zhou Hang could only stare at Jiang Yu with a puzzled expression on his face, but Jiang Yu ignored his gaze, and there was no emotion on his face.

"You're too tender." Jiang Yu said, loosened Zhou Hang's face, and searched for something in the armrest box.

Zhou Hang's eyes are big, and his face is still a little round, which is indeed tender. Jiang Yu found a pair of windproof glasses and handed them to Zhou Hang, took off the black windproof mask on his face and put it on Zhou Hang's face.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" Zhou Hang covered his face tightly, feeling that his self-esteem was inexplicably hurt.

Jiang Yu helped Zhou Hang to adjust the mask up: "There is a problem. They don't look like those people's hooligans. At first glance, they are good kids at home."

Zhou Hang's mouth curled down a little, but Jiang Yu couldn't tell it was wearing a mask, Jiang Yu could only see Zhou Hang's eyes staring at him with resentment.

"Do you have any opinions?" Jiang Yu felt that Zhou Hang was wronged like this, so he couldn't help asking with a smile.

Zhou Hang let out a muffled snort, and put on the goggles on his face. Now his face was completely covered, and he could only see his soft short hair sticking to his forehead smoothly. He became quite cool. Car window, asked Jiang Yu: "Then you look like a hooligan than me?"

"I don't think we need to have a showdown on who is more hooligan."

Looking at Jiang Yu through the glasses, Zhou Hang's vision darkened a lot, but he still felt that his two gazes seemed to burn him.

A fat man got out of the car, took a portable from the trunk, squatted on the ground and roasted something.

It was already noon now, and it was indeed time to eat. Jiang Yu observed the fat man's movements with binoculars.

When the smoke rose, the fat man seemed to be worried about attracting people, so he fanned it with his hand to cover it up.

"I want to blackmail them and try to pretend that we are also poachers." Jiang Yu said, took off the 92 under his waist, and held it in his hand: "Don't talk later, just beat people, if you put it down, tie it up Come on, don't put on the handcuffs."

Zhou Hang nodded and followed Jiang Yu out of the car.

They were in the dark, so they gradually approached the car, but they were still not found. Jiang Yu pointed to himself, and then pointed to the man who was barbecuing outside. Zhou Hang understood the meaning and nodded.

Then Jiang Yu bowed and walked over, Zhou Hang stayed where he was, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, counted silently for three seconds, then got up and rushed into the jeep with the door half open.

In the driver's seat was a man with exaggeratedly dyed yellow hair. He was putting his feet up in front of the windshield. He was gnawing on a pack of jerky in his mouth. Before Zhou Hang could react when he entered, his mouth was tightly covered by Zhou Hang .

Then Zhou Hang put his whole body on the steering wheel with one hand, and pressed the gun firmly to the back of his head.

As soon as the hand covering the man was loosened, Huang Mao cursed, Zhou Hang casually picked up a rag from the car, blocked his mouth, untied the rope prepared before coming from his waist, and tied it tightly. the opponent's wrist.

When Zhou Hang pulled the yellow hair out of the car, Jiang Yu had already put down the man who was grilling meat beside the car, and was squatting beside him idly studying the portable simple stove, and casually asked the fat man: "It smells so delicious, what kind of meat is it? Little Lamb?"

The fat man's mouth was not blocked, but he was already moaning and speechless. Jiang Yu kicked the simple stove away, turned his head and said to Zhou Hang, "We will try this game next time."

Zhou Hang originally wanted to refute that what kind of game can be tasted here, it is all about protecting animals, only rat meat can be eaten.

But Jiang Yu continued on his own: "The subordinates know better than us to enjoy life."

Only then did Zhou Hang realize that he almost forgot the script, and secretly sounded the alarm for himself, followed Jiang Yu's intention with a cold snort, and went to check the trunk.

As soon as the trunk is opened, layers of waterproof pockets are pressed together.

"Good guy, with so many skins, do you want to start a small business behind our boss's back?" Jiang Yu came and said, squinting at the expressions of the two of them, the expressions of the two of them really changed drastically.

"Who are you? Are you a scarred man?" The yellow-haired leader asked tremblingly, "I haven't seen you before?"

"It's your luck that you don't know me." Jiang Yu pressed his gun to the yellow hair's forehead, and looked down at the yellow hair.

Jiang Yu was a blackmailer, but his heart was out of breath. Zhou Hang didn't know much about the situation here, and he didn't know which road Buddha that scarred head was, so he just watched coldly from the sidelines.

Huang Mao was so frightened that he slumped on the ground.

"Big Brother, Big Brother." Huang Mao hesitated and backed away all the way: "If you have something to say, please talk about it? Big Brother, it's not what you think."

"It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what the boss thinks, you know." Jiang Yu tapped Huang Mao's forehead with the muzzle of his gun.

Huang Mao's expression became extremely ugly in an instant, and he jumped up suddenly. The rope was not a strong prison in the first place, but Huang Mao broke free from the restraint in desperation, and ran away with hands and feet.

"Don't run!" Jiang Yu didn't bother to chase, he just fired a shot at the yellow hair, hit his feet, stirred up a cloud of dirt, and the man jumped forward in shock.

There was no way to escape, Huang Mao simply jumped into the river.

"Let's shoot after he lands." Zhou Hang grabbed Jiang Yu's raised hand again: "It's easy to kill by mistake in the water."

Jiang Yu's tense muscles relaxed a little, his finger was still on the trigger, and from the corner of his eye he glanced at Zhou Hang, who was staring intently at the water surface.

"Why haven't you landed yet?" Zhou Hang muttered, his face changed a little.

Huangmao's head sank and floated in the water, and his hands thumped twice, and he disappeared after a while.