"I heard that Song Beichuan is your son?" He Yuting stared at him.

Song Fangyue dodged his eyes and did not dare to look directly at his gaze. He shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

So he wanted to walk over him.

But He Yuting moved his body and stood in front of him again and was willing to let him go.

"I'm asking you if Song Beichuan is your son!"

Song Fangyue also heard about the bad things he did. He was extremely afraid at this time, but he could not admit it at any time, otherwise it would cause great trouble to his son.

He gritted his teeth and said, "No, my son has become a zombie."

"Oh? Since you are so dishonest, I can't blame me for not knowing how to be merciful!" After that, two soldiers walked out from behind him and saw a woman in between them, which was Song Fangyue's wife.

Seeing that his wife was taken out, he couldn't help but panic and said, "Boss He, I really don't know, let her go!"

Seeing that the man's mouth was so tight, the corner of his mouth was giggling strangely. He took out a dagger from his waist, shook his wrist and the blade inside bounced out.

While smiling, he pressed the dagger against her neck and said, "Old Song, I will give you a chance. Is Song Beichuan your son? Remember, to be honest, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

Song Fangyue's originally waxy face turned pale at this time. He could not have watched his wife die in front of him. A few drops of cold sweat fell on his forehead. He couldn't hold on and nodded.

Seeing him nodding, He Yuting put the knife down. He couldn't help but feel excited and laughed wildly: "God really helps me! God is standing on my side! Hahahaha... Song Beichuan! I want to see how you fight me!"

Song Fangyue showed a bitter face, hurriedly ran over, hugging his wife tightly, but unexpectedly his current fate, even his fantasy was broken so quickly.

At this time, Song Beichuan was still sitting on a chair, looking at the book leisurely. He had already relaxed a little at this time, and he didn't blame him, because the so-called underground gang was undoubtedly a piece of meat to his mouth, and it was the same whether it was eaten today or tomorrow.

It would be better to say that Song Beichuan is just waiting now. As long as they dare to come out of the sewer now, with the powerful intelligence network, he has absolute confidence and leads a large group of people to effectively snipe the underground gang at lightning.

In other words, as long as He Yuting dares to show up, Song Beichuan will have more than ten ways to capture him alive.

At this moment, the walkie-talkie that Yuan Cheng and Song Beichuan contacted alone rang, and they were thinking about how to deal with this underground gang, and this underground gang was in trouble.

Yuan Cheng said on the walkie-talkie: "Governor, the underground gang has taken action!"

"Okay, where are they now!"

Yuan Cheng hesitated for a while and said, "Their troops were very strange. It seemed that everyone had come out, and it was very fast, moving towards our Anning Village! I still don't understand the specific intentions, but I definitely didn't go to war."

Song Beichuan also touched his chin and thought about it. After He Yuting fought with me last time, he could not have known that my Anning Village was as solid as a soup. He suffered such a huge loss. He would not have dared to come!

Since he dares to come now, it proves that there must be fraud in it!

Then he said to Yuan Cheng on the other end: "I'll give you a mission, bring twenty brothers from the Hidden Army, hurry up and go into the sewer to see who else is inside, remember what I want! I must live!"

Yuan Cheng did not dare to delay and said, "Okay, I will take people down in person now."

He still couldn't guess He Yuting's true intentions, but he intuitively had an ominous premonition.

I dare not continue to think too much, and now I hurriedly asked the fat man to rely on the favorable terrain to prepare for the enemy.

The members of the Hungry Wolf Group were very fast, checking the ammunition, and the artillery team was ready, and even a few snipers were installed on the surrounding mountains.

There are now sniper rifles, but they lack training facilities, and the sniper's level is just that. The fat man has not discovered that such a talented person is so talented that he can only find a few people with good shooting skills to hit him.

The soldiers of the Hungry Wolf Group were arranged very quickly, and everyone was lying in the trenches with fierce eyes, their eyes as if they were swords and swords, staring at the wind and movements ahead.

As Yuan Cheng said, it didn't take long, maybe half an hour, or maybe even shorter. I saw people from the underground gang driving vehicles to the main entrance of Anning Village one after another.

He Yuting couldn't help but feel scared in the car. If the two armies fought, he would never be Song Beichuan's opponent. The opponent's battlefield was seamless and the opponent's military was even more majestic and should not be underestimated.

However, he had Song Beichuan's parents hostage in his hands, so what was he afraid of? He walked out of the car calmly.

When the fat man saw his appearance, he felt familiar and said to Song Beichuan beside him: "He seems to be the one who took your parents away on the day of the disaster. He killed the living person and fed it to the zombies!"

After he reminded him, Song Beichuan immediately remembered what happened. When he was trapped in that storage room with Ye Ting, he called his mother. At that time, there was a rough voice and an inhumane indifference on the other end of the phone. He still remembers it.

I didn’t expect that it was really, it was not that enemies would not gather, nor that the owner of the voice at that time was He Yuting!

Thinking of this, Song Beichuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a bad premonition spread.

At this time, it was a tense momentum that all the soldiers pulled their fingers on the trigger. As long as Song Beichuan gave the order, they had the ability to defeat the other side in half an hour.

But at this moment, Song Beichuan was thinking about what happened here, and he kept praying in his heart, don't do this... don't do this...

At this moment, He Yuting spoke slowly, and was pointed at by hundreds of black muzzles. Not only was he not afraid, he also had a wicked smile on his face.

"Song Beichuan, isn't it good for your subordinates to point guns at me like this?"

"I count three numbers to indicate your purpose, otherwise I will shoot!" Song Beichuan was in a bad mood and was so fooled by him like this.

"Shoot? Who will protect them if you beat me to death?" He Yuting clapped his hands as he said this.

When he heard the order, he saw the soldiers coming out from behind escorting two people, one man and one woman, and there was no need to think too much about it was Song Beichuan's parents.

At this time, they were tied up in various ways, tied up like rice dumplings, and were pushed out with staggering steps.

Although it was far away, Song Beichuan could clearly see the haggardness and helplessness on his parents' faces. At this time, he was so angry that his teeth were itchy and his whole body was trembling, but he could do nothing.

The fat man also saw the man pushing out of the car, his eyes lit up and he said, "Isn't this... Old Song?"

After all, they worked in the same unit at the beginning. Although they were not very familiar with each other, they also recognized their faces.

Turning his head to look at Song Beichuan on the side, seeing his gaze as if the wind and snow in the middle of winter made you feel cold. When the fat man saw that look, he couldn't help but feel terrible when he saw that, he knew that he was in an extremely angry state now.

Seeing that Song Beichuan was not talking for a long time, He Yuting said, "Oh? Want to pretend to be stupid? Pretend to not know each other?"

Seeing that Song Beichuan was still silent, He Yuting turned his head and said to the younger brother beside him: "Chop off his father's hand!"

Hearing He Yuting say this, Song Beichuan couldn't hold back any longer, so he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Stop!"

"Hehe, I finally dare to say a word!" He Yuting touched his beard at this time and said with a smirk: "I never dreamed that your parents would be in my hands!"

"What do you want?" But from Song Beichuan's tone, there was no panic at all.

"It's very simple, let your people surrender."

Song Beichuan was not afraid at all and said, "Do you want me to exchange the lives of my parents' lives for hundreds of brothers? Dream!"

Not only fat people, but the unique voice of Song Beichuan echoed in the hearts of all the soldiers in Anning Village. Even if their parents are tied up, they will not give up the life of their brothers who have been born and died! Who would not be moved when they hear such words!

All soldiers' hearts were like a stone stuffed. Who was not raised by their parents? Filial piety was the first priority. How long did this sentence be passed on? If anyone else had surrendered, he would surrender, put down his weapons obediently, and let the other party deal with it in exchange for the lives of his parents.

He Yuting didn't believe that Song Beichuan would be such a heartless person. He didn't even care about his parents. He walked to Song Fangyue and took out a machete from the soldiers beside him.

Then, Song Fangyue's head was pressed fiercely on the front cover of the car. Song Fangyue wanted to struggle, but his body was too weak and he could not use any strength. He had to obediently like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He pressed the knife on Song Fangyue's neck and shouted loudly: "I don't believe you can be so tough! I'll kill your father now and see if you can shed some tears!"

The bright machete was raised above the head, and everyone's hearts also hung with the blade.

Song Fangyue had already closed his eyes tightly at this time and said silently in his heart: "Farewell, son."

But at this moment, Song Beichuan suddenly said, "Stop!"

But the knife had fallen, and some timids had closed their eyes, but He Yuting stopped about one centimeter from his neck.

"Purchase or not?"

"I can't make the decision on this matter alone. I hope you can wait for me for an hour and discuss it with you and give you a reply at that time?"

"What!? One hour!" He Yuting said: "Impossible! It's too long! It's at most half an hour!"

Song Beichuan nodded. He originally wanted to fight for fifteen minutes, so he opened his mouth for an hour. Of course he would not agree, but he didn't expect that this person would give him half an hour to breathe.

"Fatty! Stay here and stare!"

"Are you planning to go back and discuss it? Or I will take my brothers to rush once, or let the sniper on the top of the mountain try to see if I can break the bearded man!"

Song Beichuan shook his head and said, "Don't think about it randomly, remember what your mission is!"

Seeing him say this, the fat man nodded firmly and continued to lie in the trench.

Then, he returned to the house alone, and didn't hear anyone's words of comfort. He sat in the conference room, took out the intercom, put it in front of him, and prayed silently, God! Did you let Song Beichuan go to this point through a lot of hardships, just to make him destroy this way?

At this moment, the walkie-talkie suddenly rang.

"Report report! I am Yuan Cheng, I am Yuan Cheng! Someone please answer! Someone please answer!"

Song Beichuan thought of a hungry wolf, hurriedly hugged the intercom and said, "Some people, some people, report your situation!"

"The person has been obtained."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!