Not only could they not defeat them, but those bumpkins from the guesthouse actually managed to break out!
The thug in the front seat, who was acting as both bodyguard and thug, asked in a low voice, "Boss, what do we do now?"
Judging from the current situation, things probably won't go as smoothly as our boss had hoped.
Teacher Zhang closed his eyes, his face grim.
He originally thought it would be resolved within half an hour at most, as the guesthouse and the military outpost were on the same street.
However, the sentry post was not facing the direction of the guesthouse. By the time the sentry discovered the fire at the guesthouse, realized something was wrong, and then brought people to put out the fire, it would take at least half an hour.
This time difference is enough for their people to evacuate.
But unexpectedly, those useless idiots actually managed to get the country bumpkins from the guesthouse to come out.
The commotion of a large-scale brawl with so many shots fired is quite different from the noise of a group of people trapped in a fire calling for help. It will likely alert the sentries very soon.
Teacher Zhang put down his binoculars and said coldly, "Third brother, go and tell everyone to prepare to retreat in ten minutes."
We should be able to maximize our gains in ten minutes—kill as many people staying at the guesthouse as possible, and give the police a hard time!
The third brother immediately got out of the front seat: "Yes!"
After saying that, he hurriedly emerged from the grove, knife in hand.
Teacher Zhang slammed down his book in annoyance, rubbed his temples, and reviewed the mistakes of the operation: "Driving, these idiots are really unreliable. Next time we'll have to use explosives."
If it weren't for the fact that the guesthouse was quite close to the military district gate, he wouldn't have chosen to use gasoline.
Bombs are convenient and quick to use, whether to blow up trains or buildings.
The driver nodded immediately: "Yes."
But as soon as the car started, Teacher Zhang and the driver suddenly heard a "plop" sound.
The third brother got out of the car and went into the grove of trees. There was a muffled thud, as if something had fallen heavily to the ground.
The driver instinctively glanced back at Teacher Zhang: "Has something happened to Lao San? I'll go down and check..."
Just moments ago, Teacher Zhang, who had acted as if he was standing up for his brothers by burning down the guesthouse and killing all the guests, now coldly said, "Drive, let's go!"
The driver felt a chill in his heart. He had been with the boss the longest and knew that the boss was most skilled at inciting people with his mind and words.
No matter how nicely you put it, it can't hide the fact that the boss is essentially a ruthless and heartless person!
But he dared not resist and immediately started the car and drove out of the grove.
Teacher Zhang snorted coldly, stroking the shiny black Type 54 pistol in his hand, his face gloomy and ugly.
These idiots should always prioritize their boss's safety; only then will they have a future in the business!
But after the car had only been driving for a short while, suddenly—"thump!"—a small, muffled sound.
The sound wasn't loud in the night; it sounded like a car wheel crushing a snail or something.
But the driver swayed slightly, his whole body jolted, and the car came to a stop.
"What are you doing! Don't stop the car!" Teacher Zhang yelled angrily, and slapped the driver on the head!
Unexpectedly, the driver swayed and tilted to the side.
Under the dim light of the streetlamp, Teacher Zhang could finally see a gaping hole in the driver's forehead.
There was also a small bullet hole cracked in the windshield!
Teacher Zhang was terrified. He gripped his Type 54 pistol tightly, cocked it quickly, and looked around frantically.
"Who! Who is it!"
A moment later, one could hear arrogant chatter coming from the woods—
"This night combat equipment from country A is really useful. Even in pitch black, you can see people clearly. It's truly a demon-revealing mirror!"
"What demon-revealing mirror? The captain said it's called an infrared night imaging device. Ignorance is truly terrifying!"
...
"Who! Who is it! Show yourself!"
Teacher Zhang was furious, scared, and furious at the same time. He got off the train, took the gun, and aimed it at the woods, firing three or four shots in quick succession!
But the next moment—
"Whoosh!" A blade flashed past.
Teacher Zhang was stunned. The next moment, he realized that the hand holding the gun had been cut off at the wrist!
The white tendon snapped, and the blood vessels constricted the next moment. The presence of blood pressure caused countless drops of blood to spurt from his wrist!
The excruciating pain caused Teacher Zhang to scream in agony: "Ahhhhh—my hand, my hand!"
A cold, manly voice rang out above him: "We met outside the prison."
Teacher Zhang looked up in alarm and discovered that a tall figure in camouflage green was standing on the roof of her car.
The ghostly man had camouflage on his face, and his equipment and attire made him look like a foreign military officer from across the ocean!
Who are these people? Have the Americans or the Soviet Union attacked?!
"I surrender, I surrender! Don't kill me, I'll lead the way!" Teacher Zhang screamed in terror as he looked at the submachine gun in his hand.
The eyes of the men in camouflage around him flashed with contempt. These spineless cowards who were all bark and no bite would definitely become traitors in a real war!
The man in camouflage said coldly, "I've already said it, if I see you outside of prison, I'll send you to meet Marx."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Teacher Zhang suddenly pulled out another gun with his left hand and fired blindly at the roof of the car!
"Bang! Bang!" Several gunshots rang out.
But Teacher Zhang was lying in the car, his body riddled with seven or eight bullet holes, convulsing in pain.
But the person on the roof had already jumped down and rushed towards the burning guesthouse: "Old Ma, Xiao Zhou, stay at the scene and wait for the police. The rest of you, come with me!"
Old Ma replied readily, "Yes, Captain!"
Then, he went closer to the car and glanced at Teacher Zhang, who was still groaning.
"Help...help...me..." Teacher Zhang coughed painfully, but there were several bloody holes in his body.
Two small holes were torn in his lungs, and blood and broken lung tissue kept gushing out of his throat.
Old Ma sneered in disgust: "It's normal to kill bandits on the spot when they attack the military and police. You can die slowly!"
The captain didn't use a large-caliber submachine gun, but instead used a small-caliber pistol, because he didn't want this inhuman beast to die too easily.
...
Ning Yuan was covered in blood, her eyes were bloodshot, and her wrist was being held by the burly thug with a fierce face.
Ou Minglang, Man Huahua, and the others were also fighting with the bandits, desperately trying to save her, but they couldn't get through!
The bandit grabbed her neck with one hand and her wrist with the other, trying to take her knife.
His head and face were already slashed raw by her, and Ning Yuan had even severed the artery in his neck, causing it to bleed profusely!
"Damn it...you dare to cut me...you little bitch..."
The burly bandit with a face full of scars had his eyes bulging out as he gripped Ning Yuan tightly, unaware that he was about to bleed to death and was holding on by his last breath.
Pain and significant blood loss had already diminished his strength considerably.
Even so, Ning Yuan was still choked so hard that her throat was in excruciating pain, making a squeaking sound, and her eyes rolled back.
She pried his hand off with one hand, but with the other she gripped the machete tightly and refused to let go.
At this moment, whoever lets go first will die!
He'll die first! She won't die, she won't die!
Both sides were desperately holding on with this single-minded determination, and Ning Yuan even had a slight advantage!
When the stalemate reached its peak—"Bang!" A gunshot rang out!
A hole instantly appeared between the bandit's eyebrows, and he let go and fell down.
Ning Yuan collapsed instantly.
Amidst the blazing firelight, several camouflage figures leaped into view, swiftly subduing the thugs who were chasing and attacking civilians.
One of the figures, with perfect aim, fired shots with both hands, coldly blowing the heads off all the thugs blocking his way.
Without stopping for a moment, it pounced on her like a leopard.
With a swift, sweeping motion of his long legs, he kicked away the tall corpse that was pinning her down.
The valiant man, as fierce as a god of war, tucked his gun back into his waistband with his left hand, then reached out and pulled her into his arms: "Ning Yuan!!"
Ning Yuan stared blankly at those clear, cold, yet fiery eyes, her throat sore as if it had been broken.
After a while, she suddenly laughed, grabbed his collar, and squeezed out a harsh sound: "Hey... Rong... Zhao... Nan, I'm alive... amazing... right..."
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