"Brother, someone's trying to break down the door!"
Adi's anxious voice came from outside.
Wasio's heart tightened: "Who is it? Did they bring weapons?"
"have no idea......."
"Bang!"
The wooden door was kicked open.
Immediately afterwards.
"Da da da..."
A gunshot rang out, and then Adi fell silent.
In the inner room, Vasio looked tense, drew the modified Type 54 pistol from his waist, and cocked it deftly.
This gun had always been one of his most cherished possessions.
Even when facing the toughest opponents, he rarely used it.
There were still 5 bullets left in the magazine, which was quite precious.
A short while later, a group of burly men in black rushed in from outside the door.
There was a large crowd, at least 30 people at a glance.
The man leading the way had a full beard and was pulling the trigger on his AK-47 as he walked.
"Da da da..."
The bullet hit the ceiling above, and a cloud of lime fell down.
"If you're working for the Dragon Gang and don't want to die, put down your weapons, face the wall, and stand still!"
The bearded man charged ahead, followed by a dark mass of menacing Dragon Gang gunmen, each wielding an AK.
Wasio had been burning, killing, smashing, and bullying unarmed civilians all along his way. He had never seen such a large-scale operation before.
Clang!
The "May Fourth Style" sword in his hand fell to the floor.
He wanted to bend down to pick it up, but he was afraid of being shot.
"That's right, everyone stand still."
"Da da da..."
One of Vashua's men was a little too slow and was hit by a burst of bullets in the blink of an eye. He screamed and collapsed in a pool of blood.
"I told you to stand facing the wall, why won't you listen?" The bearded man said arrogantly, shaking the AK in his hand with one hand.
Sigh... another one who can wield an AK with one hand.
Wasio dared not slack off and obediently faced the wall in reflection with the remaining 5 of his men.
The bearded man, carrying a gun, turned and surveyed the area before calling out:
"It's safe here now, please welcome Boss Niu!"
"Thump, thump, thump, thump..."
With a series of heavy footsteps, the burly figure of the old ox appeared in front of the crowd that automatically parted to make way.
"Hey Lao Hu, how many times have I told you? Leave no survivors! Leave no survivors! Why won't you listen?"
The old ox cursed in a muffled voice.
The bearded man paused, then scratched his head sheepishly, "Uh... I forgot again."
"Six survivors left, Boss Niu, how about you get your fill of shooting? Hehe..."
Old Niu spat and said, "Hurry up, don't waste my time."
"If it weren't for your cat ears being so sharp, telling me that there were two children crying in this shop, I would never have wasted my time barging in."
"Weren't there children here? Where are they?"
Old Hu chuckled: "Don't worry, Boss Niu, the kid's in the attic. Judging from his breathing, he should be safe."
"Uh, let me deal with these stray dogs first."
Then, Lao Hu winked at the people next to him.
The others understood and immediately pulled the triggers on their AK-47s.
"Da da da..."
"Da da da..."
Screams erupted.
The six thugs, who were facing the wall in repentance, were all shot in the back, their clothes riddled with bullet holes, and their tattered clothes were stained with blood.
Even in death, Vashua couldn't understand why these people would still try to kill him after he had already surrendered.
His body slowly collapsed, and a pool of foul-smelling urine flowed from his trouser leg.
In the moment before he died, he was so frightened that he wet his pants.
Old Niu fanned his nose in disgust and looked up at the attic: "Old Hu, go and call the people upstairs out."
Old Hu agreed: "Yes!"
He then raised his voice and shouted:
“Listen up, you people in the attic, we are the Huilong Gang, a Chinese gang.”
“The thugs who assaulted your home have all been brought to justice. You are safe now. Come out and meet us anytime. Boss Niu has something to say.”
After a while, Qian Dahai's chubby, round face peeked out from the edge of the attic.
Seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground, judging from their clothes, they were the Indonesian thugs who broke into the house and committed the crime.
"Ah~ It's the big shots from the Dragon Gang! That's great!"
Once Qian Dahai was certain he was safe, the overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal made him burst into tears again.
"Waaah... I'm Chinese too. My whole family almost lost their lives just now, waaah..."
Old Hu curled his lip in disdain: "Damn, what a coward! What's a grown man like you crying for?!"
"Oh, yes, I'm not crying anymore... I was so happy, I couldn't hold back." Qian Dahai wiped away his tears.
"Hey fellow villager, what's your name?" Old Niu asked. "Are your family members alright?"
"Hey, our Boss Niu has something to say to you!"
Qian Dahai: "No... I wasn't injured. I killed someone up there. He... he tried to hurt my family."
"You coward, you dare to kill someone?" Old Hu stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Do you have a ladder? Put it down, I'll go up and take a look."
"Yes, I'll put it away right away..."
Qian Dahai bent down to retrieve the ladder and slowly lowered the wooden ladder.
Old Niu gave him a wink.
Old Hu understood, slung his gun over his shoulder, and climbed up the stairs.
Soon, Lao Hu's voice rang out from above:
"Boss Niu, it's true! This fat guy really did kill a thug with a machete!"
"That fat guy's pretty good, commendable courage! Haha..."
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