As Lao Yang thought, the zebra herd stayed here after coming to the reserve territory, and they did not run around that day.

A day after a new spring of life was accumulated on the tree of life. Lao Yang went over and sucked it out with a straw, and then happily went to the new territory to perform the Ganhum technique.

At 10:30 in the morning, the sun was shining.

Yang Shubao was about to go to the town when Ma Long suddenly came to find him: "City Lord, a group of people have entered our territory."

"Who? How many? Where did you enter?" asked Uncle Yang.

Malone answered the question irrelevantly: "They carry guns."

When Lao Yang heard this, he ignored how many people he had come, so he quickly put the submachine gun on his back: "Blow the whistle and shout for someone!"

All the elves brought their bows and arrows. Yang Shubao drove into the pickup truck. The elves sat in the carriage, just like the warlord black soldiers who were going to participate in the melee. The cars jumped and jumped on the grassland, and the elves jumped and jumped in the carriage.

"Made doesn't work like this, just go back and buy an ATV." Lao Yang thought while driving.

The invaders entered the reserve from the southeast. They entered the new territory that Yang Shubao had just obtained. He set up a telescope from a distance and then saw two Mercedes-Benz off-road chasing the zebras.

In contrast, off-road vehicles are suitable for grassland environments. The wheel hubs of pickup trucks are also quite large, but they are still not big enough.

Gunshots rang out in the car, and two zebras fell to the ground and left the team.

Uncle Yang looked serious. He wanted to control the steering wheel and couldn't hold the telescope all the time. He asked Ma Long, "How many guns do they have?"

The majestic eagle circled on the roof, and Ma Long opened his eyes and said, "Six people, six shotguns, two drivers are hard to say, they may be carrying short guns."

When he heard it was a hunting rifle, Yang Shubao was no longer afraid. He had a submachine gun here, so he could make ten.

Perhaps because of the discovery of the fierce eagle, the off-road vehicle slowed down.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang stepped on the accelerator and the pickup truck killed him as fast as possible.

After discovering the pickup truck, the off-road vehicle changed its formation, and the two cars came towards them in a angular direction.

Yang Shubao did not use the submachine gun directly. He fell down the window and controlled the steering wheel with one hand and held the pistol with the other. When both sides approached, he suddenly stretched out his arm and loaded the bullet!

It just so happened that the South African car was a right-steered car. Yang Shubao held the steering wheel with his left hand and held the gun in his right hand and shot it up: "Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

The off-road vehicle did not expect him to attack without saying a word, and a scream suddenly sounded in the car. The two drivers even activated the steering wheel, but not to avoid bullets, but to stabilize the shaking car.

Off-road vehicles are not bulletproof cars, their tires are blown!

The recoil of the pistol is very important for Yang Shubao. Even if he holds a gun in one hand, he still shoots accurately.

After all, playing with guns with one hand is a 6-6-year-old single for Lao Yang.

After blowing off-road vehicle tires, Yang Shubao turned the steering wheel and quickly opened the distance with the two cars.

The effective range of the shotgun can reach fifty meters, but it is really a threat to ordinary people, that is, only 10 or 20 meters, so he pulled the car to more than twenty meters and stopped.

The elves jumped out of the car, and Yang Shubao asked sternly under the cover of the front of the car: "Put down the gun! Get out of here!"

A strong black man had already jumped out of the car. His face was as ferocious as a ghost, and his voice roared like thunder: "Fake again, Fake again! Who are you raised by him? How dare you shoot us in the Great Saint Lucia? You are dead, you are dead!"

Yang Shubao changed the magazine clip for the pistol, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet again, and he shot it out.

The blades of grass and dust jumped in front of the strong black man. The strong man took a breath and rushed into the back of the car. Two others rushed out and shot him in the direction.

The hunting rifle uses a deer bullet, which is extremely powerful at close range. The entire pickup truck was shaken by a bomb, and the door was probably scrapped. The sheet metal was of no use to the killing effect caused by the deer bullet.

As soon as they fired, the blood elves took the divine wood bow from John's hand and quickly got up and shot out.

One string opens, two arrows fly!

Two young men who were about to hide back from the off-road vehicle after firing the gun, screamed in unison. One young man threw away the hunting rifle and covered the arrow shaft on his shoulder and screamed.

Yang Shubao fiercely raised his submachine gun and fired at the door of the off-road vehicle. Amid the light and crisp gunshots, the yellow shell jumped out like flowing water, like an elves and a violent elves.

A round of bullets swept out and the opposite side became quiet.

He pulled the magazine down and threw it into the car to replace it with a new magazine, and shouted: "Put down the weapon and get out for me! I will just say it once! Get out, and in five seconds I will use force to punish your poaching behavior!"

"Five! Four..."

Just after counting two numbers, a strong black man raised his hand and walked out and shouted, "We are not poachers! Who are you?"

Uncle Yang burst out his gun and said sternly: "Three! Two!"

The others threw away their hunting rifles and walked out quickly.

At this distance, the shotgun is all disadvantageous to the submachine gun.

The strong man asked loudly: "Who are you? We are the patrol team in the Great Saint Lucia Park. Why did you attack us? Do you know what you are doing? This is an illegal act!"

Yang Shubao signaled Ma Long and Terry to scoop for him. He walked out with a gloomy face and said, "Of course this is an illegal act, and of course your behavior is illegal! I don't care what kind of inspection team you are, and you dare to enter my reserve to hunt. You are seeking death!"

"Your reserve? Damn it, this is the Great Saint Lucia - wait, are you the Chinese who has a private reserve?"

Another strong man said, "This is not your reserve. Chinese, your arms are stretched too long. This is the territory of our iron beast who is stepping on horseback!"

The conflict with the Iron Beast came later than expected.

Uncle Yang walked forward slowly, raised his arms and slapped them to the left and right.

Waving his arms like the wind, the two strong men were thrown to the ground with their eyes blurred and screaming.

Uncle Yang wiped his hands expressionlessly and said, "Your mouth is so smelly, are you eating shit?"

These two strong men were drivers, and the other six were white, ranging from their twenties to their thirties. They would not dare to speak out about Lao Yang, and could only support the two companions who were shot at him.

Uncle Yang went up and stepped on a strong man and asked, "Can you speak normally?"

The strong man stared at him with a shady and fierce look. Yang Shubao was not used to them and kicked him on the chin and kicked him out.

He looked at another strong man again. The strong man clenched his fists tightly and said in a suppressed anger: "Listen, listen, Chinese, Chinese, are you taking the initiative to provoke the Iron Beast? You are so amazing, I swear no one can protect you this time..."

Yang Shubao dragged him up like a dog, slapped him again: "Enter my reserve with a gun to poach, no one can protect you!"

The strong man shouted angrily: "This is our territory, and it is still dozens of kilometers away from your territory!"
Chapter completed!