Suddenly, the green tusk popped out half of its body from behind the timber pile, raised its hands and fired continuously. With the banging of the gun, two men in black fell to the ground, and the rest of them shot back. After shooting, the bluetusker quickly retracted. The bullets whistled past, all emptied.

Suddenly, a grenade crossed a parabola and landed at the hiding place of the tusk. He jumped out in a hurry. There was a roar, a flash of fire, and dust and wood chips flying behind him. Following a series of rapid gunfire, the bluetusker could not escape, even a few guns, fell into the smoke...