Chapter 95 Chapter 95 Reasonable Oil Saw

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A solid kick landed on his chest, and the powerful impact pushed Gu Mengran back. He leaned against the wall to stabilize himself, and the pain belatedly invaded his brain. Gu Mengran covered his chest and coughed non-stop.

The enemy will not show mercy. He continued coughing, and a gust of cool wind blew the strands of hair on his forehead.

Alarms rang in his mind, and Gu Mengran raised his head sharply. A sturdy solid wooden chair was within reach, smashing down on his head violently and quickly.

wc! If you get hit by this, you will be crippled if not dead.

The body reacted faster than the brain, and Gu Mengran fell to the ground neatly. The next moment, there was a "bang" sound, as if fireworks exploded above his head. The solid wooden chair shattered, and wood pieces mixed with sawdust fell down.

"Fuck! I can't kill you little bastard!"

Fang Jianming was furious after failing to gain the upper hand. He leaned over and picked up a chair leg from the ground. Without any hesitation, he smashed it with all his strength on the back of Gu Mengran's head.

Sensing danger does not mean that one can avoid it. His luck has run out and there is no way to avoid it. Gu Mengran decisively covers his head with his arms to block his vital points and takes the blow head-on.

"--Bang!"

A muffled sound and pain came at the same time, and the chair leg broke into two pieces in an instant. Gu Mengran's head buzzed and a sharp pain suddenly came from his forearm.

Before the fight was over, the folding knife slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. Fang Jianming quickly picked it up and pointed the sharp tip of the knife at its former owner. Without any hesitation, he stabbed it fiercely.

"when!"

There was less than an inch between the tip of the knife and Gu Mengran, and suddenly a steel pipe hit the back of Fang Jianming's head with a sharp sound of breaking wind.

He used all his strength in this attack, and the folding knife landed crisply on the ground. Fang Jianming's body froze abruptly, and just two seconds later, he staggered to the ground.

Worried that the dirty things would crush Gu Mengran, the enthusiastic villager Xiaodong also gave a considerate kick and kicked Fang Jianming to the side. Then Xiaodong panted and stretched out his hand to Gu Mengran, "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

"It's not a big deal." Gu Mengran gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He reached out and held Xiaodong's hand, borrowing some strength and barely climbed up and stood steadily.

The restaurant was a mess, with crew members lying on the ground in all directions, their painful and helpless cries echoing in the ears. The villagers who were fighting with them were not in a much better situation either, some curled up on the ground, covering their faces with their hands, and some covered their wounds that were bleeding profusely, their faces as pale as paper.

It's chaos, total chaos.

At first, it was smooth, doors opened one after another, and more and more villagers gathered together. There were frictions and collisions, but the villagers had the upper hand with a slight advantage because of their numbers.

The uncle and aunt were not weak. Although they did not dare to kill or chop directly with knives at the beginning, they later replaced the knives and axes with steel pipes and hammers, which are also deadly weapons. Being hit on the head with blunt weapons did not cause such a heavy psychological burden. The fighting power of a group of middle-aged and elderly people was really not inferior to that of young people.

The crew members were not pushovers either. After a group of people made such a big fuss, the second mate Fang Jianming of the ship soon arrived with reinforcements. Dozens of people instantly started fighting with each other, from the corridor to the restaurant. The result was bound to be a loss for both sides.

Most of the crew members were lying on the ground unable to move. The villagers won again with a slight advantage, but this time, no one could laugh. Their companions were injured and bleeding. The more serious ones were hit in the vitals and lay on the ground completely unconscious.

Wailing, sobbing, and shouting were endless. The strong smell of blood passed through his nose. Gu Mengran suddenly came to his senses and saw Zhou Jing standing in front of him, looking at him and Xiaodong with a serious face.

"How are you guys? Are you okay?"

Gu Mengran: "We are fine, nothing serious, what's wrong with you..."

Zhou Jing's face was pale, and his clothes were soaked with blood. He smelled of blood, and the machete he took from his aunt was still dripping with blood, but Gu Mengran quickly scanned it and saw no fatal wounds or wounds that were bleeding heavily.

"I'm fine too." Zhou Jing frowned, looked around, and turned to the two people and said, "We have to leave as soon as possible. A few people just slipped away during the chaos. It will probably be soon before someone else comes down. We must avoid them and go to the fourth floor cab to find an opportunity."

Xiaodong glanced at the messy restaurant, tightly grasped the steel pipe, and pressed his lips into a straight line, "Then, what about these injured people?"

The enemy's reinforcements will arrive soon. If left unattended, these villagers who are seriously injured and have limited mobility will become fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered at will.

But it's too late to transfer the wounded now. Once they encounter reinforcements, another fierce battle is inevitable. Right now, the villagers are dizzy and injured. Even those whose injuries are not serious are already exhausted and their fighting capacity is not as good as before.

Put the overall situation first! Zhou Jing was torn between himself and others, and kept persuading himself, but he couldn't leave behind his uncles and aunts, relatives and friends who had watched him grow up again.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Jingxin gritted his teeth and said, "Help, let's go first--"

"Everyone listen!"

Another voice drowned out Zhou Jing's voice, and the person who spoke was Uncle Liu.

His arm was cut by a sharp weapon, and the wound was still oozing blood, but he seemed to feel no pain. He stood up by holding on to the floor without changing his expression, and said loudly to everyone: "Those who are not seriously injured and still have strength, hurry up, follow Xiao Zhou and Xiao Dong and go to help!"

"Those who are injured, hold on. Follow me, we will carry these people on the ground back to the room! We will not lose. As long as we can still walk, as long as we have a breath left, we must take over this ship to have a chance!"

One call led to a hundred responses, with a unanimous "yes" like thunder.

The haze that hung overhead was swept away, and the villagers who were staggering in the restaurant stood up one after another. They helped each other, supported each other, wiped off the bloodstains, and joined in without hesitation.

Needless to say, the villagers have already made the decision for Zhou Jing.

In this atmosphere where everyone was excited and their blood was boiling, the sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the dim corridor.

The sound came from far away and gradually approached. The restaurant was quiet for a moment, and all the villagers raised their weapons again. In less than two minutes, a large group of people poured out of the corridor on the right side of the restaurant like a tide.

It was still too late, reinforcements arrived.

Without giving them any chance for negotiation or any room for maneuver, the leader raised a half-meter-long machete and swung it forward vigorously, "Go ahead, come on!"

"Charge! Kill them!"

"This is outrageous. Show no mercy. Kill him!"

A group of younger brothers rushed up with sharp weapons in hand.

One group is struggling to survive, while the other group is full of fighting spirit. The two groups are in stark contrast.

Everyone knew that they couldn't win, but no one backed down. The villagers grasped their weapons and went forward to meet the enemy.

Xiaodong bit her lips and couldn't think of any solution. The situation was about to turn into a one-sided massacre. The next moment, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded.

"Boom boom, boom boom—"

The sound was very close, sharp and piercing.

Xiaodong looked back and saw white smoke billowing from Gu Mengran's hand. Behind the smoke, a powerful oil saw appeared from nowhere and was spinning at high speed. The sharp teeth of the saw stirred up the smoke, making a huge roar and bringing a numbing sense of oppression.

The air was thick with smoke and sharp, piercing roars echoed from layer to layer.

The villagers who raised their weapons to fight back were all stunned and turned to look at the source of the sound.

The attacking brothers seemed to regain their senses in an instant. They no longer rushed forward blindly. As if they were cast under a spell, they stood stiffly in place, with fear on their faces, and then began to stagger backwards.

Youli Oil Saw, a true carbon-based biocooler.

Gu Mengran struck while the iron was hot, holding the most lethal weapon that he legally owned and gradually approached. He walked in front of a group of villagers and looked across with a firm gaze, "If you don't want to be ripped off, I advise you not to come over."

The leading man moved his mouth, and it was obvious that he wanted to curse, but due to the high-powered weapon in Gu Mengran's hand, the curse words that came out of his mouth turned into: "Don't act rashly."

Zhou Jing, who was shocked by the oil saw, finally reacted. He quickly walked past the villagers to Gu Mengran's side and pointed at his men, saying, "Back off! Back off! Go through the door on the side. Go fast. Those who don't want to die, let me in!"

Fearing that the oil saw's intimidation was not enough, the villagers raised their weapons and took half a step forward.

The leader didn't say anything, his eyes stayed on the oil saw for a few seconds, then he tilted his head slightly, and his younger brothers followed him in and walked into the utility room one by one.

Of course the small storage room could not accommodate so many people. There was no need for Gu Mengran to say more. The younger brothers retreated one by one to the open deck outside.

Gu Mengran and Zhou Jing had no intention of letting them go. Holding oil saws, they followed the villagers step by step, looked at the guardrail soaked by water, and shouted in a loud voice: "Go down, jump down from here right now."

"Don't push your luck!" The leader raised his eyebrows, a fierce look flashing across his face.

Gu Mengran raised the oil saw to his chest and said, "What if I push you too far?"

The oil saw's lethality is unquestionable. The high-speed rotating saw teeth can easily cut through even stones, let alone people. But after all, it is not a long-range thermal weapon that can kill with one strike. A single person at close range may be powerless to defend against it. It is not difficult for a group of people to snatch the oil saw from Gu Mengran.

The key is that they are afraid.

These ruthless and evil street urchins are often afraid of death. When faced with a deadly weapon, they can rush to the back, but rush to the front and be cannon fodder? Don't even think about it.

The second floor is not very high, there is still water below, and the cruise ship has not set sail yet, so if you jump down, you can just swim to the shore with some effort. It is completely different from the oil saw directly, where pieces are scattered here and there, and it only takes a moment to lose arms and legs.

The oppressive roar was deafening. After weighing the pros and cons, when the leader raised his machete and wanted to fight the opponent, the younger brothers threw away their weapons and armor, climbed over the guardrail, and jumped into the water like dumplings.

"What the hell, what a bunch of idiots!"

The man cursed angrily, then dropped his machete, turned around and jumped into the water without hesitation.

The crisis was resolved, Gu Mengran's shoulders sank and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After turning off the oil saw and shaking his numb hands, Gu Mengran handed the oil saw to Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu thought he was going to ask him to hold it for him, so he quickly reached out to take it. Unexpectedly, the next second, Gu Mengran pointed at the start rope and the switch and explained in detail: "Pull this, press this, and the oil saw will start. Be careful not to leave--"

"No," Uncle Liu interrupted him, his eyes a little confused, "Why are you teaching me? This thing is useful, take it and use it!"

"Yes, let's find a room to hide in and lock the door. No one should come for a while. We don't know what the situation is upstairs. It's very dangerous. Bring the oil saw with you, just in case."

"Hurry up and take it, my dear."

"We don't need them, you take them with you."

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The villagers all urged him.

Zhou Jing and Xiao Dong came back from the open deck with the steel pipes, machetes and other spoils. Neither of them spoke, but they kept glancing at the oil saw, and it was obvious that they agreed with what the villagers said.

Dozens of eyes were staring at him. Gu Mengran touched his nose, pursed his lips and smiled, "You keep this one for self-defense. I have another one."

"and?"

"Where is it?"

"Oh, right. I forgot to ask you, where did you get the oil saw?" Xiaodong walked towards Gu Mengran with a machete in his hand. His chubby little face showed the words "eager to learn".

"Be careful, don't cut me." Gu Mengran pushed away the shiny machete, turned around and squeezed into the crowd, and walked quickly towards the restaurant, "Please make way, let's go back to the restaurant first."

As the biggest contributor to this "battle", Gu Mengran's status rose rapidly. As soon as he squeezed into the crowd, the villagers tacitly made way for him and very considerately helped him return to the restaurant quickly.

There was a corner of the wall covered with sawdust and a dining table covered with a tablecloth. Gu Mengran returned to the restaurant before everyone else, bent over and crawled under the table. In less than ten seconds, an oil saw appeared in his empty hands.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the oil saw was placed on the dining table. Gu Mengran patted the table covered with a tablecloth, raised his chin and said to the villagers who came out one after another: "No, this is the table. I fell to the ground at that time, and I happened to see two oil saws under the table."

"That's weird, who put it there?"

"Why is such a good thing left here?"

Gu Mengran shrugged, "Then I don't know."

Xiaodong, who had hurried over, lifted the tablecloth and squatted at the foot of the table to look at it again and again, muttering, "Did he really take it from under the table? Why didn't I see it just now?"

"The perspective is different. Of course you can't see it when you are standing." Gu Mengran remained calm.

Zhou Jing, who came out last, also leaned over to take a look under the table, but did not stay for too long. He slowly shifted his inquiring gaze to Gu Mengran, and a hint of imperceptible suspicion flashed in his eyes.

The process is not important, the result is the most important. Zhou Jing loosened the tablecloth, stood up, and waved to everyone, "Those who need to rest can rest, those who need to be bandaged can go to the room and get a simple bandage. Those who still have the strength can follow me, let's go upstairs!"