So many guns aimed at Ye Qiu, many people cried out in surprise!

Shouting to run quickly!

In fact, among the foreigners, there were also similar cries, after all, if someone can escape and raise the alarm, it could increase their hope of rescue.

However, they immediately realized that it was almost impossible to survive within twenty meters under the combined barrage of over thirty soldiers forming a semicircle.

This was an almost impossible feat!

With more than thirty shooters, even the fastest cheetah would find it hard to escape the bullets.

Da-da-da!

Da-da-da...

The gunfire erupted densely, and at this moment, most Chinese people instinctively closed their eyes because they didn't want to see Ye Qiu being riddled with bullets!

James laughed loudly beside them, "Damn Chinese pig, daring to humiliate me on the plane, this is the price for disrespecting me, James!"

Qin Hao was also full of satisfaction: "Well done, kill this Chinese pig!"

He even forgot that he was still a Chinese himself.

Seeing the bullets spraying intensely, leader Schiller laughed arrogantly, "Chinese kung fu? Can't dodge bullets just the same..."

Before he finished speaking, his laughter abruptly halted.

Gah!

Not only him, all the black soldiers ceased their shooting!

Because they discovered that in the center, Ye Qiu remained untouched!

Ye Qiu looked coldly at them and slowly opened his hand—

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Bronze-colored bullets, still steaming, slipped from Ye Qiu's palms!

Catch bullets with bare hands!

These bullets were all caught bare-handed by Ye Qiu!

James's mouth was wide open enough to fit a large goose egg!

Qin Hao's eyes nearly popped out, he swallowed a few gulps of saliva frantically, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

At this moment, the venue suddenly became silent, not a sound was heard.

Ping ping ping...

The sound of hundreds of bullets hitting the ground finally woke them up.

"If you don't want to die, everyone kneel!" Ye Qiu spoke in standard English.

His voice wasn't loud, but it buzzed through every soldier's ear.

Looking at Ye Qiu's cold, devil-like gaze, all the soldiers felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"Ah! A demon..."

One soldier cracked under pressure, dropped his gun, and turned to run outside.

Whizz!

Ye Qiu waved his hand, and it was a bullet, in Ye Qiu's skill, the speed of the bullet was even scarier than that of a gun barrel.

Swish...

With a light sound, a strange bullet mark appeared on the soldier's forehead.

Then, with inertia, the soldier walked a few steps forward and fell directly to the ground.

"Don't kill me!"

With a thud, the remaining soldiers cracked under pressure, kneeling to the ground, not daring to resist at all, after all, he wasn't afraid of bullets, what solutions did they have!

"Kneel!!!" Ye Qiu's roar sounded again.

This time, all the soldiers' ears roared like they had been hit by cannon fire.

Thud!

Thud!

One, two, five, ten, twenty, in an instant, almost all the black soldiers lowered their weapons, fearfully falling to their knees.

Some black soldiers were even scared to tears and urination by the roar.

In their eyes, Ye Qiu was no longer human but a demon from heaven, yet still a Chinese demon!

"Don't kill me, Chinese hero!" Schiller's face was full of fear, long gone was his previous demeanor.

Ye Qiu slowly approached Schiller, standing before him, body leaned slightly forward:

"Now tell me, Chinese yes or no!"

Ye Qiu's voice was icy, as if it came from the depths of Hell!

"Yes! Yes! Chinese people are the best!" Schiller hurriedly said, raising his thumb, forehead full of cold sweat.

"I warn you, never say no to Chinese people again, got it?" Ye Qiu patted his cheek and said.

"Yes, Chinese hero, I understand." Schiller nodded repeatedly, wishing to nod his head to the ground.

Schiller was considered a seasoned soldier who had seen through life and death, but he couldn't understand why he was so afraid now!

Anyway, Schiller only wanted to escape, far away from this devil-like Chinese.

"Chinese hero, we will leave immediately, not delay your rest time." Schiller said shakily.

"Huh? Thinking of leaving so easily?"

Ye Qiu didn't intend to kill these people, being in Africa, these people, whether part of Linfeng Power or other forces, were organized, killing them rashly might cause unnecessary trouble and be disadvantageous for rescuing Huang Zhentian and others.

But death can be avoided, yet letting them go easily was not Ye Qiu's character.

"Chinese hero, you say, what do we do?" Schiller said with a bitter face, tonight he originally intended to take advantage of major powers' conflicts, to gain something like a fisherman's profit.

But unexpectedly, encountered Ye Qiu, such a Chinese devil, truly witnessing the film's feat of catching bullets bare-handed.

"Each soldier pays ten thousand US Dollar ransom..." Ye Qiu coldly swept a glance at all the black soldiers, his voice icy.

Upon hearing this number, Schiller almost cried, he was already poor, now having over fifty people here means more than half a million US Dollars.

Fortunately, in the chaotic times now, they carried money with them, totally aggregating to around fifty thousand US Dollars.

"Chinese hero, can it be less..." Schiller hesitated, still wanting to bargain.

"A dollar less and you get a bullet, your choice!" Ye Qiu sneered.

"..."

The blacks shivered seeing the corpse with a bullet hole in the forehead, bare-handedly throwing a bullet, enough to kill a person with just one.

They didn't want to add a bullet to their foreheads.

Quickly, Schiller and his men took money from their shoes, hats, or crotches, eventually gathered the fifty-three thousand US Dollars since they had fifty-three people.

"Chinese hero, the money is here, can we leave now?" Schiller handed the money in a big bag respectfully.

"Huh, they can leave, but you cannot." Ye Qiu nodded, yet pointed at Schiller.

Schiller's face turned pale: "Why can't I leave?"

"Because you insulted Chinese people, so your ransom is their total!" Ye Qiu sneered.

Insulting Chinese people deserves punishment!

This was Ye Qiu's principle from his days in the army!

"Chinese hero, where can I find fifty thousand US Dollars, all my money is given to you." Schiller almost cried, not wanting to add a bullet to his forehead.

"That's your problem! I give you three minutes to raise money, if you fail to figure it out…wait to eat bullets!" Ye Qiu's cold words replied to him!

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