Just then, increasingly loud, chaotic footsteps and rude shouts came from outside the door.
"What's going on! Why is there such a loud commotion in that house on the west side? Where did the third brother and the others go?!"
"Let's go check it out! Damn it, maybe it's those lowly bastards causing trouble!"
Unlike other young men who are full of vigor, this older Tibetan man was having second thoughts.
"The messengers sent by the mountain god...they...they outnumber us and they have guns..."
The villagers inside the house, whose glimmer of hope had just been ignited, were instantly overwhelmed by fear, and their faces turned deathly pale.
Su Tang looked at the older Tibetan man in front of her, her tone flat and without a trace of emotion.
"Those who want revenge, pick up a gun. Those who don't want revenge, hide behind women and children."
That's a very direct statement, and it might even be a bit harsh.
The man who was shot in the leg was named Basang.
He gritted his teeth and was the first to struggle and roar, "My wife was bullied, and I was shot like a dog! If I don't avenge this, what kind of man am I, Basang! Get me a gun! Give me a gun!"
His roar was like a match, instantly igniting the humiliation and anger in the hearts of all the men.
"Quiet!"
Qin Ye gave a low shout, carrying the unique authority of a soldier, instantly silencing all the noise.
He walked up to the men with guns, his eyes sharp as knives.
"Being ruthless isn't enough. If you want to live, if you want to save your families, if you want to save this village, then you'd better follow my orders!"
Looking at the man before them, as steady as a mountain, the men involuntarily shut their mouths and gripped their guns tightly.
Just then, an extremely arrogant voice rang out from outside the door.
"Bang bang bang!"
The heavy wooden door was slammed shut with a loud bang.
"Listen up, you guys inside! I'm Shan Kui! If you know what's good for you, open the door and surrender, and I might give you a quick death! Otherwise, once I bring my men in, I'll chop you all to pieces and feed you to the wolves!"
He was the leader of this gang of ruthless bandits—Wang Kui.
Su Tang quietly retreated to the hole in the wall and raised the thermal imaging camera in her hand again.
Behind the lens, the outside world became a heat map composed of red, yellow, blue, and green.
Wang Kuina's muscular body, about 1.9 meters tall, was a striking deep red. Around him were more than twenty red heat sources of varying shades, and seven or eight of them had high-heat marks shaped like hunting rifles on their arms.
Its firepower is not weak.
Su Tang's gaze calmly swept over each heat source, analyzing their location and movement.
Suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply.
About ten meters behind Wang Kui, in the shadow of a broken wall, there was a separate, much smaller heat source.
The heat source was light blue, indicating that its body temperature was much lower than that of the surrounding thugs whose body temperatures had risen due to excitement and shouting.
What chilled Su Tang even more was that, through the micro-vital sign monitoring function attached to the thermal imager, she saw a set of data that even she found unbelievable.
Heart rate: 72 beats per minute, steady as a clock.
Respiratory rate: uniform, deep and long.
This is a girl who is about 1.5 meters tall and looks like she is only 15 or 16 years old.
In this chaotic snowy night filled with gunfire and bustling noise, her vital signs remained remarkably calm, almost as if she were in a deep meditative state!
This is not a normal person's reaction at all.
Could it be hostages?
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