Upon hearing this, some of the laborers in the pit let out a surprised exclamation and whispered among themselves.

"'Anti-Cold Disaster Relief Militia Corps'? What kind of organization is that?" someone wondered.

"Who cares? It's probably nothing! Let's just do it!" someone said.

“You’re talking nonsense! Our ‘Anti-Cold Disaster Relief Militia Corps’ is a righteous force that truly serves the people under the leadership of our corps leader!” The “militia corps” members among the laborers immediately retorted.

"Hmm? This 'organization' really exists?"

"Of course! I knew our commander wouldn't abandon us!" a female militia member said with a touch of pride.

"Uncle Liu! That's Uncle Liu! And Sister Yang Lin too!" Another "militiaman" spotted the three men, including Old Liu, who had taken off their masks, in the crowd above and shouted excitedly.

"It's really our 'militia' brothers who have come to our rescue!"

Seeing these excited "militiamen," the other laborers looked at each other, slowed their pace, and hesitated.

"It's still very dangerous up there, everyone stay away for now. Let's wipe out these bandits first," Lei Tao shouted.

At this moment, the "joint defense team" members had already surrounded him. He no longer cared about negotiating with the laborers below the snow pit. His eyes instantly turned sharp, and he reached out and drew his sidearm from his waist.

The other "militiamen" above the snow pit did the same, drawing their guns and turning to aim at the group of "joint defense team members".

"Well, you have some nerve, daring to impersonate people from 'command center'!" Zhang Qiang, who was being pressed to the snow, roared angrily. "Release me right now, kneel down and kowtow to me, and I might spare your lives. Otherwise, today you'll know what it means to wish you were dead!"

"Bang!" A "militiaman" kicked Zhang Qiang on the head and said coldly, "Shut up, you beasts! You dare to talk back even when you're about to die!"

At this moment, the members of the "joint defense team" were somewhat intimidated by the pistols in the hands of the "militiamen" and dared not step forward.

Although many experiences have shown that ordinary firearms are simply unusable in such extreme cold, they were unsure whether the other side was bluffing or if their guns could actually fire bullets.

Are they really going to go up there with machetes and iron bars and fight to the death?

As the saying goes, "A gun is fast beyond seven paces, and both fast and accurate within seven paces."

They wouldn't dare risk their lives.

Besides, their leader Zhang Qiang is still in the hands of the "militia". If they make a move now, wouldn't they kill Zhang Qiang?

However, while most of the "joint defense team" members hesitated due to various concerns, the man in the melon-shaped hat was not afraid!

He knew that he had completely offended Zhang Qiang today, and that the "leaders" he had just been currying favor with were imposters. If Zhang Qiang regained control of the situation, he would surely die, and before he died, he would suffer unimaginable torture.

Between him and Zhang Qiang, one of them must die!

So he immediately shouted to the members of the "joint defense team": "Brothers, don't be afraid. They only have some scrap metal in their hands. They can't possibly fire bullets. Charge! Rescue Brother Qiang and quell the rebels!"

As he spoke, he drew his bow and shot an arrow. Whether it was intentional or accidental, the arrow flew straight toward Zhang Qiang.

Fortunately, his arrow was not very accurate and did not hit Zhang Qiang.

Just as Zhang Qiang was about to angrily berate the man in the melon-shaped hat, a gunshot suddenly shattered the silence.

The man in the melon-shaped hat fell to the ground.

The "joint defense team members" who were originally eager to try were terrified when they saw this scene.

The other party's pistol actually works!

In a split second, the group made their decision, dropped their knives and clubs, and ran away.

"Bang bang bang~" A dense barrage of gunfire instantly resounded throughout the entire automotive industrial park.

In just a few minutes, all 200-plus “joint defense team members” were ambushed.

More than half of them had fallen in the one-sided massacre by the "militiamen," while some of the "joint defense team members" were now lying obediently on the snow with their hands covering their heads.

The laborers below the snow pit carefully climbed out after hearing the gunfire cease above.

"You beast, I'll kill you!" When the group of laborers saw Zhang Qiang being pressed down on the snow, their eyes turned bloodshot, and they rushed over.

The militia did not stop it.

After all, the reason they kept Zhang Qiang around until now was to vent the anger of the "laborers".

After the natural disaster, many of them had been bullied and tormented by ruthless thugs like Zhang Qiang, and they knew all too well how tormented they would feel if they didn't vent their emotions.

Soon, Zhang Qiang's pleas for mercy and his shrill screams were drowned out by the angry roars and heavy punches and kicks of the laborers.

The air around them was filled with the flames of revenge and a long-lost sense of justice. Every cry of pain was like a catharsis for past suffering and an expectation for the future.

Before long, the "laborer" moved away again, leaving only a bloody, mangled mess on the ground.

Seeing that Zhang Qiang had received the punishment he deserved, and seeing the corpses of the "joint defense team" lying all over the ground, the "laborers'" anger subsided by more than half.

They were, after all, just kind-hearted ordinary people. But when they faced those dozens of trembling remnants of the "joint defense team" crawling on the snow, a complex emotion arose in their hearts—an instinctive aversion to violence, but also a sense of relief that justice had been served.

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