At this moment, they were relatively relaxed.

It's not like it's impossible to move several hundred kilograms if it's divided among several people.

When Gu Hanping arrived with the militia, he saw faint lights coming from the sugar workshop.

"There really are people here. You all better be on your guard. Be careful."

Gu Hanping also regretted it a little; he shouldn't have only called two militiamen.

Although they had guns and weapons, it was late at night and the lights were dim, so they might not be able to hit anyone.

And if the other side has a lot of people, some of them will definitely have to run away.

Turning around and being watched in the dark is dangerous.

But it's too late to regret it now.

Moreover, if he hadn't decisively called for two militiamen to come over...

These people are probably going to run away.

"They're here."

Gu Hanping gave a low shout, then picked up his flashlight and shone it forward: "Who goes there? Stop right there, or I'll shoot!"

Gu Hanping's warning startled Cao Ding and the others.

They never expected that they would encounter militia patrolling as they were leaving.

Didn't they say those two militiamen were fast asleep?

They even gave the militiamen some medicine for this.

It was through Cao Ding that Cao Ying administered the medicine.

How could it be useless?

It wasn't that the medicine was ineffective, but rather that only a small amount was used, and the two militiamen didn't drink much of it.

Gu Hanping kicked him twice, causing him to fall to the ground, which finally woke him up.

"Run!" Cao Ding shouted in a low voice, then turned and ran with a bag on his back.

Listening to Gu Hanping and staying put would be foolish.

They came here to steal things, got caught, and will be beaten to death.

I don't think anything serious will happen.

Gu Yunyang understood what these people were thinking. The current laws are not perfect, and even criminals have human rights.

If I get caught stealing from the village, what if I accidentally kill myself?

That would have been a pointless death.

"What should we do, Captain?" the militiaman asked.

Gu Hanping hesitated for a moment, looking at the few people who had already scattered and run away.

He also knew what the other party was thinking; they had absolutely no intention of compromising with them.

Once caught, these individuals were taken to the police station, detained, and sentenced—this was already the lightest punishment they could receive.

If they escaped and weren't caught, then nothing will happen to them.

He also saw these people carrying out the maltose they had left in the sugar workshop.

It weighs several hundred kilograms, and costs several hundred yuan.

"shot."

Gu Hanping shouted, ignoring the two militiamen, and grabbed the carrying pole he had just gotten from the brigade headquarters. He rushed over and swung the pole at one of the people at the door.

He wasn't afraid of killing people at all.

At that time, people didn't have a good impression of those who stole collective property.

The first blow from the carrying pole hit my back and then struck a bag, which was probably filled with maltose.

Gu Hanping hesitated for a moment, but still swung the carrying pole and continued to smash it.

This time, the blow landed on the head, knocking the person unconscious and causing them to fall to the ground.

Bang.

Two gunshots rang out, breaking the tranquility of the platoon.

Gu Yunyang also helped by using his wood-type ability to make the weeds grow, forming knots that tripped up several people.

Gu Yunyang was not pleased, which was to be expected.

He turned his head and looked into the sugar workshop: "Someone actually went back? Wait, is he trying to hide inside and climb out through the skylight?"