Chapter 77: A Shot Blows Up the Car

  It's a bit frustrating that this chapter has been audited. It seems that this part of the content involves some sensitive issues, so I'll just briefly write about this plot instead.

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  Xiao Han informed everyone of the emergency departure through the intercom.

  Half an hour later, four off-road vehicles drove out of the Hetai Hotel.

  Zhou Tong sat beside Song Jian, somewhat nervous, "Song Jian, have we gotten ourselves into trouble?"

  Song Jian nodded, "Hope to get rid of this trouble."

  The car got on the highway and sped along the national road.

  Just as Song Jian and others drove away from the Hetian Hotel in four cars, the guest with a white scarf and a big beard picked up the phone and said in Arabic: "They have left, heading towards Tarim along the national highway. Four off-road vehicles, worth around five million yuan."

  "Got it," said the weak and thin young man with a hard stubble on the other end of the phone, standing in a simple ward, listening to a young man humming on the bed with white gauze wrapped around his wrists and ankles.

  "That's enough! Stop yelling!" The dark and thin young man glared at the young man on the bed, "Hmph, not a bit like my brother. You wait, I'll bring that little brat's arm to make soup for you to drink!"

  The young man's words left everyone around him, including his parents, speechless and unable to utter another word.

  "Get the car ready, bring the stuff, from the small road, chase!" The young man waved his hand and the person behind him nodded immediately.

  Soon, an old-fashioned jeep suddenly rushed onto Highway 215 from the lower road with a loud crash.

  Song Jian drove while carefully observing the surroundings, logically speaking, even if the other party's strength was very powerful, there was no way to catch up with them in such a short period of time. But for some reason, Song Jian always felt a chill in his heart.

  An hour later, a yellow sand rose in the distance of the desert, faintly visible, looking like a land dragon.

  Song Jian's heart skipped a beat, he picked up the intercom and said: "Xiao Han sister, slow down the speed of your three cars."

  The vehicle in front was Xiao Han's, and she didn't ask for a reason either. She just hummed "uh-huh" and slowed down her speed.

  Song Jian said to Zhou Tong beside him: "Zhou Tong, you go to other people's cars first, I'll go ahead and take a look at the situation."

  "No, I want to be with you," Zhou Tong said resolutely, shaking his head.

  Song Jian didn't insist either. After all, this car was Xu Haitian's dedicated vehicle, which Xu Haitian had specially modified to be very safe.

  "Alright, let's go take a look ahead." Song Jian stepped on the gas pedal and drove towards the place where yellow sand was rising in front of them.

  "Huh? What's Song Jian doing? Why did he slow us down? Is it because he found something wrong and escaped first, leaving us as human shields?" Ding Jie shouted into the intercom. He didn't care if Song Jian heard him or not, and just complained through the intercom, "We slowed down, and those fugitives behind will catch up with us! What if they do? What to do?! Song Jian must have escaped first!"

  "Shut up!" Xiao Han also had no patience, "All of you shut up, if you don't believe in Song Jian's people, now you can drive the car forward, no one will stop you!"

  Xiao Han said that, Ding Jie lost his temper, he was also scared out of his wits, feeling that it's still safer to be with the crowd.

  Song Jian drove the modified Range Rover, speeding towards where the yellow sand was rising. At about 300 meters away, Song Jian took out a pair of binoculars and looked over there. A Buick Jeep was racing through the yellow sand, rushing towards the highway.

  It was clear that the Jeep had also spotted Song Jian, and it slightly changed direction to block his path on the road ahead.

  "Whose car is that?" asked Zhou Tong, "They seem to be blocking our way."

  Song Jian put down the binoculars, nodded and said: "If you're afraid, just close your eyes, it's okay."

  As he spoke, Song Jian stepped on the accelerator and the car roared loudly as it sped towards the Jeep.

  "Head's up, here comes the car!" said the jeep driver, an Arab man.

  The one on the co-pilot seat was the brother of the young man with a broken arm. He shook his teeth and said, "Get ready to fight, pull down the canvas, and bring that car down for me. Don't let it escape!"

  There were seven or eight people sitting in the car, and upon hearing this, one of them stood up and pulled down the canvas cover. The others then picked up the guns beside them, including Belgian rifles and MP5 submachine guns.

  "Hey, hey, don't hurt those little girls!" One of the men raised his rifle, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth as he smiled. He had a white scarf wrapped around his head and his thick beard was filled with yellow sand.

  "Song Jian, they...they have guns!" Zhou Tong cried out in terror. At this time, the two cars were only over 300 meters apart. The other side pulled down the canvas, revealing the people inside, several black gun muzzles aimed at Song Jian's van.

  Bang! A rifle bullet hit the front of the car in front of Rong Sheng.

  With a "crack", the bullet flew out very far and fell into the yellow sand.

  "Ah!" Zhou Tong was just an ordinary woman. When had she ever seen such a real-life scene of swords and guns? She was so frightened that she let out a loud cry.

  "Get down, get on my leg!" Song Jian said, at the same time, he took out a handgun that was only over ten centimeters long from his pocket. The handgun seemed to be transparent and blended with the surrounding air color. It was Long Wei.

  Zhou Tong stared blankly at Song Jian, unable to understand how a strange handgun had appeared in Song Jian's hand.

  "Get down!"

  Song Jian stretched out his hand, unfastened Zhou Tong's seatbelt, then reached out with his left hand and pressed Zhou Tong down, bending over his own leg. Although this car had been modified, it was still unable to withstand the powerful rifle or armor-piercing bullets.

  "Huh, there really are those who aren't afraid of death, he's still daring to charge forward. Brothers, get him, give him a taste of gunfire." A big-bearded man yelled out, raising the submachine gun in his hand.

  At this time, the two cars were only over 200 meters apart. Song Jian lowered the window and stretched his arm out of the window. Without much consideration, he pulled the trigger.

  With a "whoosh", a specially made Dragon's Breath bullet flew into that Jeep.

  Song Jian retracted his gun, made a sharp turn, and the Land Rover's body drifted before changing direction.

  "Huh, is he despising us?" One of the bearded men laughed loudly. Since they were far away, they couldn't see the Dragon Might pistol in Song Jian's hand at all. They only saw Song Jian make a gesture of pulling the trigger.

  The words had barely fallen when a loud "boom" was heard and the entire jeep turned into a ball of flames, exploding!

  "Ah!"

  Zhou Tong, who was lying on Song Jian's leg, became even more frightened. She tightly wrapped her arms around Song Jian's left leg, and in an instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

  The explosion was over quickly, and Song Jian just turned his head to take a glance at the jeep before speeding away to find Xiao Han and the others.

  "What are you doing?" Song Jian asked while driving the car, and he patted Zhou Tong's back, saying: "Get up, their car exploded."

  "Ah?" Zhou Tong slowly straightened up, looking blankly in front of him, then looked back again, only to see that the jeep was left with only half a skeleton, still burning.

  "It's true! Karma! Too good! Song Jian, I love you to death!" Zhou Tong stood up, slightly lowering her head, with both hands holding Song Jian's head, excitedly shouting.

  "Road! Road! I'm driving!" Song Jian yelled.

  It's just that the feeling of being reborn after a disaster is really too great, it makes Zhou Tong extremely happy and tearful.

  At last, Zhou Tong calmed down. She finally confirmed that she had indeed survived, and those bastards with guns were really dead, killed by the car explosion.

  Sit back down, fasten your seatbelt, Zhou Tong turned his face to look at Song Jian, "To be alive, it's really great."

  Song Jian curled his lip, he had known from the start that he wouldn't die.

  "What did you just say?" Song Jian asked, "What are you shouting about?"

  Zhou Tong's face turned red and he said, "It serves them right! I said those people died too easily, it serves them right!"

  "No, what about the next sentence?" Song Jian looked ahead and said.

  Zhou Tong's face turned even redder, "Shut up!" She gruffly muttered a sentence, then turned her head to gaze out the window at the vast expanse of desert, this time, even the monotonous yellow sand was so lovely.

  Song Jian and Zhou Tong re-joined the team, driving along the national highway towards the Tarim Basin. As they passed by the burning Jeep, Xiao Han's eyes revealed a hint of contemplation.

  About an hour after Xiao Han's motorcade left, an armed helicopter landed beside the jeep, its massive rotor whipping up the yellow sand into golden waves.

  Four fully armed soldiers jumped out, one of whom was a middle-aged man who circled the jeep and then walked to the side, looking at the charred remains.

  "Captain, this vehicle is indeed Grey Eagle's car. Look at those rifle and submachine gun fragments, they are the same models that were secretly smuggled into the country last time." A young man walked up to the middle-aged man, reporting with an uncontrollable excitement on his face.

  "It shouldn't be wrong," the middle-aged man nodded, "the intelligence we received said they transported this batch of weapons and were preparing to launch a riot during the Spring Festival, but how did they end up dying in this place?"

  "It serves him right, the car exploded," the young man exclaimed, without caring whether it was reasonable or not.

  The middle-aged man glared at the young fellow, "Take a closer look, this is clearly an explosion caused by high explosives igniting the fuel tank. Go notify the camp and immediately gather safety experts to analyze the blast site."

  "Yes, captain!" The young man chuckled.

  ……

  Xiao Han, Song Jian and others' motorcade entered the Tarim Basin, after more than an hour, the motorcade drove onto a desert highway.

  "There's still an hour's journey," said Xiao Han over the intercom, "before sunset, we'll arrive at our destination. That person will be our guide, and tomorrow we'll set foot into the desert on foot to experience its true beauty."

  "Oh!"

  Cheers erupted from the intercom, after going through so many dangers, everyone finally put down their burdens and began to enjoy this journey.