I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

When the Volkswagen sedan was driving on a rugged road, it found a traffic jam a long way ahead.

He rolled down the car window and asked a few men smoking on the side of the road, "Hey, what happened up ahead?"

One person replied, "We're investigating. Several members of the Road Bandit Gang have died under mysterious circumstances. They've been investigating here for a whole month."

"Interrogated for a month?" Chen Jiajun was a little confused.

Could it be that it was caused by my stretching my muscles back then?

The timing does match, but it is very abnormal for these bandits to be able to guard here so diligently for a month. It is no less than waiting for a rabbit to come to them. No normal person can do that.

The voice that continued to come from my ear answered the doubts:

"To put it bluntly, these highway robbers are using this excuse to openly extort tolls here. They used to do it covertly, but now they're taking advantage of the fact that they're in the wrong. After all, someone's dead, so they don't even pretend anymore."

"The nearby police officers also turned a blind eye and were unwilling to intervene. They would be afraid if there were more than 20 armed robbers and a disturbance."

"It's just a pity for those of us who pass by frequently, as the detour is too long."

Several people were complaining bitterly.

"What happened to the bandit who died?" Chen Jiajun asked another question.

"This incident is incredibly strange. It happened nearly a month ago, in the evening. It was almost completely dark, and an old farmer was coming back from the mountains chopping wood. As he passed through this area of ​​the forest, what do you think he saw?"

After a brief pause, the man continued, "He saw the bodies of four bandits. The strangest thing was that these bodies didn't look like they were killed by humans."

Someone else took over the conversation: "I heard that some bodies were broken in two, some had only their heads left outside, and some had their jaws gone... It was very scary."

"call……"

Another person exhaled a puff of smoke. "The villagers nearby said some terrifying beast appeared in the mountains. Some people also said they saw mandrills wandering in the forest. We don't know the details, and the police haven't found anything yet."

"I heard that the police didn't dare to investigate further. Anyway, this matter caused quite a stir at the time. A Taoist priest even performed a ritual here half a month ago."

One of the men lowered his voice and said, "These road gangs have committed many crimes. I think more people will die sooner or later."

"It doesn't matter whether it's sooner or later, someone will die soon." Chen Jiajun replied with interest.

It is now clear that it is the Dragon Soul Coin that is blocking the way!

There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, but there is no door to hell but it is sent to you.

"Friend, what do you mean? Do you know what killed those bandits?" a man asked immediately.

"I know." Chen Jiajun opened the car door and walked out.

The man pressed on: "Tell us secretly, how did they die?"

"I killed him."

As Chen Jiajun said this, he walked forward, and his mind saw:

Special Event: Highwaymen

"Hey, friend, you can't joke like that..." The man wanted to say a few more words, but he saw that the other person had walked away.

"This guy is probably drunk."

"You're talking in your sleep in broad daylight."

As the men shook their heads, they saw the figure in their sight...

……

Seeing a guy walking straight towards him, a member of the highway gang shouted angrily: "Hey, go back to the car and wait. When it's your turn..."

Chen Jiajun grabbed the man's neck with his left hand, pulled out a pistol with his right hand, and pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang...

Seven gunshots rang out suddenly, and blood spurted from the eyebrows of the seven nearest bandits.

Click...

With his left hand, he broke the cervical vertebrae of the man in front of him, took his hunting rifle, and while the other bandits were still in a daze, he pressed the trigger and started harvesting.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, with people screaming, the panicked voices of bandits, and the sound of gunfire that continued to ring out.

Chen Jiajun sensed danger and dodged by slightly shaking his head left and right. The bullets from the hunting rifle in his hand were like the scythe in the hand of the god of death.