"Really? Haha." Chu Han smiled far-fetchedly and was so angry that he felt dizzy and had no interest in continuing the performance.
He returned the same way with a sullen face and sat in the room with a sullen tone.
He didn't speak. Monk Wu and the others looked at his face, but no one dared to speak.
At noon, Hong Tian and three others returned with the information they had found.
As soon as he entered the house, Hong Tian took out a bottle of beer and drank it hard.
"They have shotguns. They can only shoot with one bullet and fill them with bullets. They are not a big threat."
"What do you mean Brother Chu?"
After speaking, Hong Tian burped and realized that the atmosphere in the room was not right.
After being stunned for a while, Chu Han stood up with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth and said, "Take care of these guys and leave no one behind."
"These scumbags don't deserve to be punished by the law!"
"yes!"
Hong Tian's brothers quickly got their guns.
Chu Han went out alone: "Prepare your weapons and guard the house first. When you hear the sound of gunshots, come out as soon as possible."
After that, he walked through the side courtyard and kicked open the main courtyard door. As soon as he entered, he saw the village chief and the old woman, disheveled, doing dirty things.
Seeing Chu Han, the village chief was startled and quickly pulled up his pants.
He said unhappily: "Little friend Chu, why are you so rude? Don't you even know to knock on the door when you enter the house?"
Chu Han smiled gloomily: "There is something going on at home. We brothers plan to go back to the city to ask Taoist priests to help get rid of the ghosts, but we are impatient with the half-immortal."
The village chief frowned: "Didn't we already agree that I will help you? I have all the tools to get rid of ghosts and change my life. Are you kidding me?"
"I can't help it. If something happens at home, I won't bother the village chief to send it to you. Let's leave now." Chu Han spread his hands and sneered.
It is impossible for Ma Guobao to watch a cooked duck fly away.
What Chu Han wanted was for him to gather all the villagers together so that he could deal with them all at once.
Ma Guobao was indeed on the right track.
Seeing that Chu Han went back to the side courtyard to pack his things, he spat on the ground and snorted: "Let the villagers gather together. As long as we squeeze these people dry, everyone in our village can build a new house and buy a wife!"
"I'll go right away!"
The old woman quickly went out to greet people.
After walking around the small village, in less than five minutes, more than 40 people from the village had gathered.
The crowd blocked the entrance of the side courtyard, some holding shotguns and some holding woodcutter, all with ferocious looks on their faces and venomous eyes.
"Old Madam, did the village chief really say that? After draining this group of people, one person can buy a wife instead of a group of people buying one?"
"It doesn't matter if you have a new house. I've been trying it out with you, an old bustard, since I was an adult until I'm thirty years old now. It's not fun!"
"Grandma Jute, these are the rich people from the city. From now on, I will drive three rounds around the city and catch the rich ones I see."
"Why haven't we been doing this all along? The main reason is that the bullshit inspection brigade in the city is too strict. We were about to catch a girl last time, but when the inspection brigade came, everything was ruined."
A group of people were whispering to each other, and the village chief walked over with his hands behind his back.
"I originally thought of going to the hotel to drug them so that they could be cleaned up better. They wanted to leave, so I had to force them."
"Give me some money. Whether you can buy me a wife or not depends on this time!"
"Okay, don't worry, village chief."
"What a good calculation!" Everyone below was excited, and Chu Han's voice suddenly sounded on the roof.
He never left, hiding on the roof to observe, and took the initiative to expose himself.
The village chief raised his head and frowned: "When did you go up?"
Haughty!
Kwangkongkong!!
His answer was a bullet.
On the roof, Chu Han held a 54 pistol in his hand and emptied the magazine ten rounds in a row. His aim was extremely stable and he shot the gun in the head.
Ten people in the crowd, including village chief Ma Guobao and the old woman, were shot in the head in an instant.
Chu Han threw away the empty magazine and started to reload.
There was a commotion among the crowd under the roof at first, but the habitual gangsters knew that escaping was useless and the only way to survive was to kill people.
The remaining thirty or so people didn't even look at the corpse on the ground. They rushed to the roof with their kitchen knives with ruthless expressions on their faces.
A few of them with shotguns just raised their guns. Chu Han, who had the advantage of the terrain, changed the magazine and smoked. He fired three shots and eliminated those with shotguns first.
"Fuck your grandma, you'll die for me!"
At this time, some villagers had already climbed onto the roof and threw the machete in their hands towards Chu Han from a distance of two meters.
Without blinking, Chu Han ducked sideways, pulled the trigger at the same time, and fired a shot.
The man who threw the knife saw a splash of blood between his eyebrows. He opened his eyes and fell backwards. He fell off the roof and hit the ground hard. He died with his eyes open.
Kwangkongkong!!
The gunfire continued.
There were only two places to climb up to the roof. A group of people swarmed to climb up, but before they could get up, Chu Han shot him in the head.
The magazine was changed three times, and there were corpses on the ground under the roof.
The whole process from the beginning to the present takes less than a minute.
The remaining dozen or so people who still wanted to rush up finally felt scared when they saw this posture.
"Run, stop fighting, run!"
"He can't be beaten with a gun, so run!"
In the side courtyard, Hongtian's group of people who heard the gunshots had already rushed out with guns and blocked the door of the courtyard.
As soon as a fast runner approached, before he could rush to the door, Monk Wu lifted him up and knocked him down.
Chu Han slowly jumped down from the roof, picked up a not-sharp woodcutter and walked towards the surrounded villagers.
"You, you are a devil! Killing is illegal, I want to..."
Poof!
Chu Han stabbed him down. Before the speaker could finish his sentence, his big head left his neck and flew into the sky.
Plop!
The remaining people saw the situation and quickly knelt down.
"It's the village chief. It's all the village chief who forced us to do it. I..."
Poof!
The person who knelt down was not forgiven, but because it was easier to cut while kneeling, Chu Han slashed with the knife, splattering blood all over himself, even on his face.
This actually made Chu Han even more angry.
He picked up the knife and lowered it with his hand, slashing with one knife after another like he was venting. When he finally chopped, the heads of the last few people were all moved, and Chu Han himself became a bloody man.
It's just that all the blood flowing on his body is other people's blood.
Hong Tian and Wu Monk were watching, and Qiqi swallowed.
"What..."
Hong Tian scratched his head: "Brother Chu, you are not honest. You promised us to wait in the room, and they all rushed out to do it."
"I rushed out and you knocked everyone down..."
Chu Han raised his hand and threw away the saw-toothed woodcutter.
Without saying anything, he turned around and walked towards the pig pen alone.
When he walked into the pig pen full of murderous intent, the old sow who was lying down to feed her piglets was so frightened that she stood up and shrank into a corner, not daring to move.
In the corner of the pig pen, the mad woman in the old woman's mouth looked at Chu Han with wide, watery eyes covered in dirt.
Chu Han walked to her and squatted down, staring at her, his whole body trembling.
The Adam's apple squirmed and the voice was hoarse: "I'm suffering."