The simulated NS5 soldiers were copying the standard Northeastern emphasis, constantly shouting and approaching, driving the bandits to run around like headless flies, without knowing that they had plunged head-on into the enemy's encirclement. The moment they saw the white-clothed soldiers appearing from all directions, their last persistence collapsed.

The old bat is worthy of being a slick street gangster. When he saw that the situation had no way out, he knelt down without hesitation to pray for surrender. The beggar brothers behind him had run away without any strength. When he saw that the boss had surrendered, he was still hesitant, so he simply rushed outside the ground and was left with a twist and panting.

"Good man, please spare me!" The old bat raised his hands high, panting and kneeling on the ground. He knew some rules and knew that he should raise his hands high after surrendering. This not only makes it easier for the enemy to find your position, but also makes it seem less threatening.

In addition to the turtle box on his waist, the old bat group had about twenty guns, but he didn't shoot a bullet. Because he knew that the group of people on the other side was not simple characters, and it was even more impossible for officers and soldiers. If he acted rashly, he might be killed directly at any time. Moreover, even if he himself faced these hundreds of gunmen, he would not have the courage to shoot, let alone these poor and beggars under his command.

There are two reasons why the old bats can see that this group of people is not officers and soldiers. First, the team is too elite! Now is the most chaotic period in the Republic of China. Not only is the complex composition of the society, but even the army is full of officials and bandits. It is not unreasonable that the older generation has the saying that "the guest army is like bandits". However, these people have the same makeup and uniform movements. Each soldier is cautious in a straightforward manner, as if it was carved from a mold. The elite part-time job makes it difficult for the old bat to imagine. Not to mention that the officers and soldiers with a radius of hundreds of miles do not have this quality, even the entire three northeastern provinces cannot find such a team.

Secondly, the equipment is advanced. Judging from the eyes of the old bats, the things used by this group are too exquisite. Not only are the weapons on their hands full of shining hearts, but even the horses under their crotch are all rare and good horses. If this team of thousands of people is formed, there is no need to think about it without millions of oceans.

So after thinking it through, the old bat's determination to escape was also melted. Anyway, he couldn't escape. Perhaps after surrendering, he could perform well and get into such a team?

The bandits collapsed into a pile of people and stopped moving. More than a dozen soldiers approached from all directions carefully and tentatively tried. Seeing that there was no sign of resistance, they immediately rushed over and cooperated to hold everyone's hands behind their backs. The black hood was covered with a black hood.

The old bat and his subordinates were honestly fiddled with the soldiers and walked towards the foot of the mountain. Along the way, he felt that he had been floating in the air, holding his two powerful hands as steady as Mount Tai, without any sign of shaking.

The old bat was a little grateful for his wise surrender policy at first, but after a few minutes he regretted this decision, either because of the other, because of the dizzy head with a black hood on his head and his two numb and unconscious arms.

I don't know how long it took, but when the old bat's eyes saw the light again, he suddenly found that he was already in an extremely bright Western house. While half open his eyes to adapt to the light, he carefully looked around.

"Old bat, it's still hard to find!"

A voice suddenly came from the front right, saying with a bit of frivolity, a little calmness and a bit of joking.

The old bat was slightly shocked and his hands moved unconsciously. This was his habitual preparation for darts, but this time he failed. His arms, which gradually regained their numbness due to the blood marks being recirculated, had lost their former flexibility.

"No need to go all out!" The footsteps gradually approached, and a calm voice continued to come: "Can you come to me. Can you leave anything left on your body? It's better to take it with you honestly and not move and recover your arms!"

After this moment, the old bat's eyes were adapted to the light. He glanced in the direction of the sound and saw a man standing there wearing a pair of high-end, snow-white leather shoes in front of him.

The man walked forward slowly, and the old bat tried hard to raise his head and his eyes, and finally saw clearly the situation on the opposite side.

This is a lobby with a very high ceiling and luxurious decoration. The window on the ground is wrapped in red luster. Although there is no too much carving, the old bat knows that this is a rare Western style decoration. There is nothing to say at the door, but the windows are all rare huge glass. Even the windows he saw before sneaking into the British Embassy were not as elegant as this.

There is a large half-inlaid fireplace on the front wall of the lobby, and the flames half-human high inside are bringing a strong warmth to the lobby. There is a small wine cabinet in the corner of the west, and a few strange-style seats are scattered outside the small bar. On the south side is a whole wall, with a bookcase directly inserted into the ceiling, with various large books placed horizontally and vertically, and at least thousands of books. There are several large sofa sets in the middle, and the long and large coffee table in the middle almost occupy half of the lobby.

The man wearing white leather shoes was also gasping for a white suit, the slightly erect collar and a hint of flesh color revealed at the collar, showing the irregularities in the other person's character. He was covered with a white-faced and brown-soled big trotter on his shoulders, and the freely floating cuffs on both sides and the bright epaulettes on the clothes gave people a sense of seriousness and solemnity.

Wang Zheng hugged his chest with his hands and cigars, and the brothers Jin Liuniang and Tom, who had already changed into white outfit, looked at the old bat in surprise. After a while, he spoke: "You can hide. I sent someone to check and ask around near the Genggou. I knew your general location on the first day, but I caught you on the third day. I really admire your caution."

The old bat was shocked and thought to himself: Are they here to find me? They found me after searching for three days? Is it still slow?

The old bats simply couldn't understand what it meant to find a person in three days in the mountains where there were almost no humanoid creatures, with the help of a satellite surveillance network and tens of thousands of robots carrying thermal imaging display instruments.

The old bat also understood at this time that he was caught was definitely not accidental, but an order from the young man who was obviously the leader, but what he didn't understand was that he offended him.

"Where are people?"

"What?" the old bat was stunned.

"You want to kidnap the person," Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and slowly spit out a white smoke, saying: "A few days ago, after you took Han Laohai's money, the boss Zhu Chuanwen, got it from Zhu Kaishan's house!"

"Ah?" The old bat opened his mouth for a long time and said with a laugh and cry: "This master, isn't this a thing? Yes! I was obsessed with taking Han Laohai's money to teach his neighbor a lesson, but haven't started to act yet. I just collected it the night before, and I just got up the next day and didn't wait to tell my subordinates about it. Where did the people from come from to you?"

"Ah?" Wang Zheng was also stunned, and the cigar fell directly to the ground. This was a big deal. His actions were one step faster. Before they could tie them up, they brought the people who worked.

Jin Liuniang covered her mouth hard, her shoulders shaking constantly.

Wang Zheng turned his head and glared at Jin Liuniang fiercely, stared at the old bat, and said viciously: "You'd better not lie, otherwise I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life!" Behind him, Tom and Jerry cooperated and sneered, and made a threatening gesture together.

The old bat accidentally glanced at the expressions on Tom and the others' faces, and shivered all over his body, and nodded repeatedly.

Wang Zheng nodded slightly, raised his hand and sighed, and said, "Take him down!"

Two soldiers immediately walked over at the door, picked up the old bat and rode it out.

The door closed again, Wang Zheng turned back to the sofa behind in depression, sat down, patted his head, and said self-deprecatingly: "I'm careless, careless. After receiving the information, I directly dispatched the troops and didn't think about it carefully. I originally wanted to play with others, but I didn't expect that I would make a joke instead!"

Jin Liuniang smiled and pointed in the air. A huge light screen appeared in the air in the lobby. It clearly showed a map within a radius of dozens of miles from Yuanbao Town to Fangniugou as the center. She reached out and pointed at the point marked Fangniugou, and the satellite map immediately enlarged, showing the bird's-eye view of the entire Fangniugou.

"Sir, don't be too anxious." Jin Liuniang pointed to the light screen and smiled: "Since Han Laohai has already bought the fierce battle, it's just a question of who will take action. We disguised ourselves and took action to rob the boss of the Zhu family, and then sent a post in the name of the old bat. In the end, it was nothing more than a big show!"

Wang Zheng picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, calmed down, and nodded, "That's right, this is also a method. Use our people to play, and the scene can be bigger. Just let the old bat do a favor in the end!"

Tom and Jerry didn't care what the commander was doing, and had no business of their own. They went straight to the sofa and grabbed the food on the coffee table, and each of them held a turkey leg and started to pit them.
Chapter completed!