Shitou also wanted to take out a gun to help, but Ma Xingkong hurriedly held it down. The shopkeeper and the boy had already disappeared. When the officers and soldiers who came with him saw a gun pointed at their heads, they hurriedly took off the guns on their shoulders and aimed at the people inside.
Those three people.
The young man wiped his mouth and put away the handkerchief again. He looked at the frightened leader of the army and said: "Go back and tell Yuan Keding that the young master is waiting for him here! He swallowed our money and refused to do anything for us.
He watches his own head! Get out!"
The kid backed away little by little, pushing and nodding. As soon as he exited the gate, he hid behind the wall next to him and shouted loudly: "Brothers, surround them, it's them, surround them! Quick, go call someone!"
"
It seemed that the boy counted Ma Xingkong and the others on the young man's side. Whistle whistles were passed to each other in the alley, and groups of police and soldiers gathered around. The whole street was blocked.
.The three people sat down again and continued to eat their meals.
"People inside, listen, you have five minutes to come out. If you don't let us, don't blame us for being rude!" Someone from outside shouted in: "The eldest son said, if you want to see people alive, you will see corpses!"
"Bang!" The man sitting to the left of the young man raised his hand and fired without even looking. There was a scream outside the door, and the shouting voice immediately disappeared. Heiwa and Shitou turned to look at Ma Xingkong. Ma Xingkong
Xingkong thought that he was not so capable. This kind of marksmanship that could identify the position by listening to sounds was the highest level. He had heard from his father that this was the first time he had seen it.
There are three realms of shooting. The first one is to use the mountain, sight, and wonderful way to hit wherever you go. Most gunners are at this level. The second one is to feel that after shooting for a long time, as long as the gun is fired, the bullets can fly.
To get there, direction, speed, and whether you can hit the target, you need to mobilize all the organs of the body including vision. Of course, this kind of marksmanship still requires seeing the opponent. The highest level is to identify the position by hearing the sound. Even if you can't see the opponent, as long as you hear the opponent's
Sound, shooting out and hitting wherever you want, this is the highest level. Ma Xingkong not only looked at the big man twice.
A black American "Nash" car, with a loud flute playing, slowly drove into the alley from the crowd. The officers and soldiers were already used to it, but this was the first time Ma Xingkong and others had seen such a thing.
, just like the first time they saw the train, the inexplicable curiosity, fear, and worry all came to them.
"This is a car! It's just that small, but it's far worse than a train!" Shitou watched the car shuttle among the crowd and sighed: "How can this thing go by itself? It doesn't need a horse. If I had one, I would ride on it.
It’s also nice to walk around up there!”
Liu Wuyi smiled: "It's just you! First of all, you can't drive, and secondly you can't even afford gasoline! Ten oceans per pot, do you know how much oil he burns in a day?"
"What? You still want to drink oil?" Shitou asked in surprise. Hei Wa, Xiao Shunzi, and Long Jie beside him all looked at Liu Wu with the same expression.
The car stopped at the door of the inn, and the frightened leader hurriedly bent over and ran over. There were two people in the car. The man in the back seat looked like a well-mannered scholar. He was polite and wore a blue coat.
He was wearing a robe. He was holding a cane between his legs with both hands. He had no glasses, and there was an unnatural pride and coldness in his eyes.
The soldier stopped far away and saluted the car. The young man just nodded slightly and said something. The soldier hurriedly stretched out his hand and opened the car door. This open-top "Nash"
The car had a very high floor and small doors. It was only when the man got out of the car with difficulty that Ma Xingkong could see clearly.
"It turns out he is a lame man! Fifth brother, who is this person? Such a powerful person?" Ma Xingkong asked.
A strange voice said: "His name is Yuan Keding, the son of Yuan Shikai. He is politely called Mr. Yuan, but unkindly, secretly he is called Yuan Da Laizi!"
Ma Xingkong turned around and saw that the people who had been eating inside had arrived behind them. It was the young man who spoke. Ma Xingkong looked him up and down: "Who are you? Why does Yuan Keding want to arrest you?
?”
The man had not yet come to answer hastily. Someone outside the door shouted again: "People inside, listen, the eldest son is here, please behave yourself. If you hurt the eldest son, it will not be too much even if you are cut into pieces with a thousand knives! Put it away!"
, the eldest son has come in."
"Brother Hanqing, I'm here!" Yuan Keding limped into the inn with a smile. His thin body blocked half of the light outside, and his entire appearance was shrouded in darkness, looking a little blurry. Yuan Keding didn't
Unexpectedly, there were eight or nine people in the inn, and his body suddenly stopped.
"Haha!" The young man laughed twice: "What? Are you scared?"
Yuan Keding turned around and glared hard at the soldier who reported the news, and then he collapsed his legs outside the door and came in: "What are you afraid of when you come to see Han Qing! These guys..."
Han Qing nodded and made a gesture of invitation, and the two sat face to face at the Eight Immortals table. Ma Xingkong looked at the two of them, took a step forward and sat down. He raised his hand and picked up the wine bottle.
, poured a glass for himself first, and then poured it for Yuan Keding and the young man named Han Qing.
"You two, no matter what you want to say, my brothers and I didn't hear anything!" Ma Xingkong raised his head and drank the wine: "If you are still not at ease, please send a message to Mr. Yuan and let us go first.
How about leaving?"
This kind of scene is not for them. If they talk about anything sensitive, they will definitely be in trouble, so it is better to leave. Han Qing doesn't want Ma Xingkong and others to leave. He only has three people, and this group of people is
It looks like it's not a fuel-efficient lamp. If a fight breaks out, maybe they can still help.
Han Qing also picked up the wine glass and said to Ma Xingkong: "Brother, if you have something to do, just go and do it! It's not too late for you and I to discuss important matters tomorrow!"
Yuan Keding's eyelids rolled up: "Since we are all our own, why don't we stay? Why rush to leave? Hou San, give me an order. No one is allowed to step out of this inn without my permission!"
Ma Xingkong glanced at Han Qing. This boy looked gentle and gentle, and he was not very old. He actually got along with me. I will stay with you until the end. Ma Xingkong put down the wine glass heavily: "In that case, I will also
I won’t leave, just tell me if you have anything, and I’ll give you a proof!”
"Brother..." Han Qing wanted to use words to trap Ma Xingkong again.
Ma Xingkong waved his hand: "No! I'm not your eldest brother. My brothers are all over there. I have nothing to do with you!"
"Ha!" Yuan Keding said with a contemptuous smile: "You brothers are not very good at playing the double act? Are the two people outside the Northeast Pass watching too much? This is the capital. You can listen to the double act on the overpass for one yuan for ten pieces! Don't think there are Japanese guards.
Come on, do whatever you want!" Yuan Keding slapped the table and stood up with a cry.