By the time a guard leader and seven or eight capable men quietly entered the shop where Liu Lang broke through the door and hid, the building was already empty.
"Look, go into the house and find that fat mouse." Gou Saiyu, who had already risked his life to have a fight with the fat officer, felt depressed and wanted to vomit blood.
Is there any sense of trust between people anymore? What about the promised one-on-three hundred?
Fortunately, the street facing Tongguan City Gate was called a commercial street seventy years later. The shops on both sides of the street had long been cleared by the Gou family. The small traders had long since fled, and at least half of them were still there.
The Gou family's own property doesn't have to worry too much about destroying it.
Smashing down the doors, drilling through the windows, with the owner of the house looking livid with anger, the three hundred guards bravely rushed into the row of densely packed shops.
"Damn it, did that damn fat guy drill a hole? You all need to watch carefully." The guard leader wearing a felt hat and holding a shell gun in one hand scolded his younger brothers in the shop.
But the strange thing is that the guard boys didn't feel the slightest anger from their captain. On the contrary, after searching around and failing to find the dead fat man, the captain's mouth always had a weird smile. If he continues
If it is cracked a bit, it will smell a bit like when he flopped nine and killed everyone.
Is the captain crazy? He doesn’t make any money even though he has money? When the head of the family issued the order to catch the fat man, there was a condition. Whichever team catches the fat man first will be rewarded with a reward of 500 yuan, which is an average of dozens of yuan per person!
Of course Zhang Dahai is not crazy. On the contrary, he is much more sober than his younger brothers.
As a senior guard who has served as an ordinary carriage guard for the Gou family for three years, a house guard for two years, and a guard captain for one year, Zhang Dahai understands the word master much more deeply than ordinary people.
Not to mention that he still had a gun and a bullet in his hand, but he didn't have anything. The courage to challenge his three hundred brothers was very human. What's more, the fat man had already shown himself as a man.
As a master should, he was able to dodge bullets with one shot so that the other party would not dare to shoot again. Two shots turned the hats of two colleagues into hole hats. His marksmanship was so amazing that it was unpredictable. What was even more frightening was that
, Fatty also has more than one magical skill. Looking at the wooden door that he smashed into pieces at the door, Zhang Dahai felt that his eyes were cold. The fresh wood stubble clearly told him that if the impact was on a human body,
, it is definitely the outcome of broken tendons and fractures.
Facing such a terrifying guy, even if he had three hundred brothers, even if there were seven or eight brothers following him, Zhang Dahai didn't feel the slightest sense of security. If possible, Zhang Dahai would rather find him in this room
One day, especially when that scary fat man isn't here.
"That's right! Captain, the fat guy is not a god. He can't drill holes or fly into the air. He must have slipped away from the backyard?" A guard came over diligently to answer Zhang Dahai's words.
"Impossible, there are ten brothers in the backyard watching with two box cannons. If you dare to come out, you will definitely hit your mother even if you don't know her." Another guard retorted.
The shop buildings in Tongguan all have Guanzhong characteristics. The front is a commercial shop, and the back is a wing for employees or shop apprentices. It is divided into three sides and forms a small courtyard together with the shops in the front. The entire commercial street is actually like this.
Small courtyards are connected one after another.
Naturally, the guard lying on the roof could not let go of the small courtyard where Liu Lang was hiding. A dozen pairs of eyes and two box cannons were already staring at the place before the owner of the house gave the order. Not only for loyalty, but the key point is that no one can stand it.
The psychological torture of shooting through a hat! What if the master misses?
"Feitian?" Zhang Dahai muttered casually.
He also felt that the damn fat man was not a god. Since there was no hole in the house, he might have the only way to fly into the sky.
As soon as he finished reciting, Zhang Dahai's face changed drastically. He looked up at the roof and saw a fat man sitting on the beam with a smile like Maitreya Buddha and gave him a charming smile.
Come on, your mother! It’s really flying to the sky. This was Zhang Dahai’s last thought before he fell into coma.
Before he could lift the box cannon in his hand, Liu Lang jumped down.
If a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms falls from a three-meter-high roof, his own weight plus acceleration will be enough to crush an adult into a high paraplegia, the kind that can only move from the neck up.
Fortunately, Liu Lang is not that cruel.
He just looked at the dumbfounded eyes of seven or eight guards, jumped down from the air with his head and feet, grabbed Zhang Dahai's shoulder with one hand, then twisted his waist, magically stood on the ground, and kicked up smoke and dust all over the ground.
The caught Zhang Dahai was like a bag, thrown into the air and thrown towards the opposite wall three meters away.
Hearing a loud "dong" sound and watching the captain slide down from the wall without even saying a word, everyone retreated collectively, ignoring the dust falling on the roof.
Just looking at the captain's dead fish posture, you can tell how painful it is.
"Hey, who's coming now?" Before they could recover, the guards saw the fat man who had fallen from the sky, nodding at them with his hands, and said contemptuously.
No one dared to touch it, not even a toe.
It’s not because the fat man was so awesome that he jumped out of the roof and used his strength to throw the captain several meters away. The force level is so high that it’s shocking. As the saying goes, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you’re still afraid of kitchen knives, which are in the hands of seven or eight guards.
Although the sleeves they carry are all old, and although they are still empty of bullets, even if you are an expert at swinging seven or eight fire sticks, you will have to stay away from the peak for a while!
Instead, the fat man was still holding something in his hand, a box cannon that originally belonged to the captain. Inside, they saw with their own eyes that the captain Zhang Dahai had loaded a magazine full of twenty rounds of bullets.
Each of the eight people present should be able to serve at least two rounds.
I don’t know when he took the gun that was still in the captain’s hand just now. Damn it, his hands are so fast! The guards looked at the fat man who pointed at them and asked them to get on, and they were filled with resentment.
At the same time, I stand more honestly.
"I don't dare to go up! Then you are making it difficult for me!" Liu Lang frowned in distress, and said to himself: "I can't beat the number without reducing it! It seems that I still have to be ruthless.
Already."
"No, uncle, I know what to do." The guard who had previously said that Liu Lang could not fly through a hole said as he bumped his head against the door frame next to him.
There was another muffled "thud" sound, and the guard rolled his eyes and lay down.
If you can't let the scary fat man do something cruel, you have to do it yourself first. This man is quick-minded and cruel-hearted.
Just by looking at the solid wood door frame that was knocked crooked, you can tell how much force he used to hit it just now.
Following the example, the guards all looked for objects to hit their heads with themselves. If they were more cruel, they could hit them so hard that they almost fainted. Some of them couldn't do it to themselves, and they hit their foreheads several times in a row until their foreheads turned red.
I feel like I'm about to faint.
Looking at the last guard who kept banging his head against the wall like a chicken pecking at rice, Liu Lang couldn't bear it.
"Stay here and don't move and treat yourself as dead." Liu Lang turned around and jumped into a side room next to the small courtyard and dropped a sentence.
That's what Liu Lang thought at first, but he just didn't expect that these guards would be able to attack him.
Damn it, you should have told me earlier! The last guard who was still awake touched his forehead which had been hit a big bump, and then looked at the brothers lying on the ground, he wanted to cry but had no tears.