Lao Jiang's eyes became sharper and sharper, and he seemed to have a rough idea of the identity of this group of people!
This group of people was quite bold. They actually dared to drive across the grassland and head towards the snow-capped mountains, completely ignoring the local herdsmen.
In local beliefs, God does not like noise, and God does not like pollution.
If outsiders interfere, God will be angry, and the consequences of anger are definitely not something that mortals can bear.
I looked at the little black girl, and sure enough, she was so angry that she was shouting: "The White Lion King will punish them, and they will all die here!"
If Mou Xiangyi hadn't stopped him, the little black girl would have rushed forward to fight the convoy.
God's punishment?
I really want to see it.
At this moment, something strange happened, as if to verify the little black girl's words, I heard strange sounds of '簌', '簌' and '簌' coming from above my head.
The sound became louder and louder, like a small earthquake that shook the mountains!
The next moment, I saw snowballs falling from the sky one after another.
They rolled down the hillside, getting bigger and bigger, and overwhelmingly hit the convoy.
There were so many of these snowballs that at a glance, there were probably dozens or hundreds of them. They were falling densely above our heads, like a hailstorm.
Boom! Boom!
The thunderous sound shook my ears.
I was stunned: "Is this an avalanche?"
The little black girl stuck out her head proudly, and the snowflakes touched her face and melted quickly: "It's the White Lion King of Snow Mountain who is angry. These people are going to be in bad luck!"
She screamed with joy, as if everything was really the handiwork of God.
None of us knew what was going on, and the team was even more in the dark.
An inexplicable pot fell from the sky, and was caught off guard by the clattering snowball!
You must know that these snowballs are very big, and they are very heavy when they fall. The force of hitting the car is not superimposed many times.
It was so hard that the iron sheet of the car was dented, many car windows were shattered, and the ground was in a mess.
Looking at the darkening sky, I wondered if the so-called Buza was up to something.
Faced with the attack, one by one in the convoy rear-ended and stalled, followed by shouts in English.
The next second, I saw several blond foreigners jumping out of the car through the binoculars. They were wearing brown leather jackets, cowboy hats, and a red scarf hanging around their necks. I didn't know if they were cold or not.
At this time, they were carefully holding shotguns, looking for the initiator of everything.
This outfit is clearly the ghost led by Warner!
"Sure enough, it's these guys! Their brains are really broken." Lao Jiang cursed like this, but the smile on his face didn't stop for a moment.
In fact, I also suspect that these foreigners are missing something, because it would be better if they didn't come out. At least there are cars to block them.
Now that people are out, how can they defeat these snowballs?
In an instant, his hands and feet were broken, and he cried for his father and mother.
But they wanted to know how the snowball fell. As a result, when they looked above their heads, a larger hailstorm came over them, giving them no time to react.
What's more, I found that in addition to the snowballs falling from the top of my head, there were also a few transparent ice picks mixed in.
The front end of this ice pick is shiny and extremely sharp!
Like sharp blades polished with ice, falling from the sky.
A foreigner subconsciously used his hand to block it, and his entire palm was immediately pierced by an ice pick, causing him to let out a heart-rending scream.
The other one was even worse than him. He was pierced through the stomach by a huge ice pick comparable to a samurai sword. The powerful force pinned him to the snow and he couldn't even scream.
He just stared at the sky helplessly, and gurgling blood flowed from his abdomen, and the most coquettish flower bloomed on the pure ice and snow.
Although I don't like this group of thieves, such a tragic sight is still a bit hard to accept. Just when I couldn't bear it and wanted to close my eyes, suddenly a person got out of the car at the back.
The man had blond stubble, was tall, and was also wearing a cowboy hat.
It's Dante, Dante the Killer!
"Warner is here in person!" Lao Jiang and I looked into each other's eyes at the same time.
Dante personally protects Warner's safety. It can be said that wherever Warner goes, Dante will definitely follow him, and wherever Dante appears, Warner will also be there.
At this time, we were extremely surprised, why did Warner come here?
Is there something he wants here?
I glanced at Lao Jiang with a complaining look: "Isn't Qilin's intelligence department so knowledgeable that they don't even know Warner is here?"
Lao Jiang's expression was as ugly as mine, and his facial features were even distorted as if he had eaten a fly.
Finally, he choked out a sentence angrily: "Damn it, Qilin only got the information last week that Warner was excavating pyramids in Egypt, and this old fox deceived us again!"
My eyes returned to the foot of the mountain. This time I no longer sympathized with them, but extremely hoped that a few more of those foreigners would die.
However, everything still disappointed me. With Dante's command, the originally chaotic convoy quickly regained its composure and divided into three forces.
The first team dragged the injured back to the car, and the accompanying doctors gave emergency treatment!
The second group hid behind the car and pointed their guns in the direction of the snow-capped mountains.
The third group, led by Dante himself, turned on the searchlights on each jeep with lightning speed and pointed them in the direction of the snowball.
The searchlight shines out beams of strong light. At that moment, the place illuminated is as bright as day!
With this light, we could clearly see that there seemed to be blurry black shadows moving back and forth on the slope above our heads.
They have the same western limbs as humans and walk upright, but their whole bodies are covered with snow-white hair, so they are definitely not humans!
At this time, the group of white monsters were roaring, grabbing the snow on the ground and throwing it down.
Now I completely understood that those snowballs just now were not avalanches at all, and the culprits were these white-haired monsters!
Dante didn't seem to want to get into more trouble here. After shining a searchlight on those things and intimidating them, the convoy started and continued on the road. Warner did not show his face from beginning to end.
And I seized the time to hold the telescope and captured the last picture before the light of the searchlight disappeared.
This picture is indescribably terrifying and weird!
Because what I saw was a striking scene: an ancient monster with a long blue face, covered in white fur, and two or three meters tall, roaring angrily at the convoy down the mountain!
