Reborn in the 1980s: I made my fortune hunting wild game in Changbai Mountain

Half an hour after Dajun was called away, Lao Ji, who had been lying obediently on the kang, struggled to crawl towards the edge of the kang.

His hands and feet were bound, and he could only stand up by relying on the height difference between the edges of the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove).

There is only one chance. If the pupa makes a mistake when it turns over, it will never have another chance to get up.

Fortunately, Lao Ji had the foundation of serving in the army when he was young, and his patience far exceeded that of ordinary people. He moved his body little by little to adjust his position, and finally, with the help of the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), he maintained his balance and stood on the ground.

A faint chill wafted through the cracks in the windowpane, giving Old Ji, who was blindfolded, a general idea of ​​his location.

He moved little by little until he finally reached the windowsill.

With his hands bound behind his back, he desperately tried to lift them up and touch the window with his fingers.

After some searching and confirmation, we finally found the location of the window glass with a crack.

The small square glass at the bottom has a crack at one corner that wasn't replaced in time. The crack is only big enough to barely fit an average person's fingernail.

Old Ji used every ounce of his strength, leaning against the window and using his fingernail to pry the small triangle off the glass.

With a small piece of glass in hand, Old Ji gasped for breath, beads of sweat popping out of his forehead.

He took a few deep breaths to rest his cramping fingers, then began to cut the hemp rope little by little, using the glass shards as a guide.

More than twenty minutes later, the rope was finally cut, and Lao Ji was able to free his hands. He then took off the black cloth covering his eyes, looked around to make sure no one was there, and immediately squatted down to untie the rope binding his legs.

Having fully regained his freedom, Lao Ji leaned against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and rested for a full five minutes before adjusting his physical condition.

In the past few days, he has only been able to eat one meal a day. Most of the time, his hands and feet are tied, and he can't even turn over in his sleep. It has really worn him out.

After he caught his breath, he gently pushed open the door and glanced into the outer room.

There was no one outside, and the other room was unusually quiet.

"Phew... It's because I've been tied up for days without any incident that the guards have let their guard down!" Old Ji muttered to himself, then looked around the room, searching for a suitable weapon.

There were no guns or daggers in the house, only a door bar about the size of a teacup behind the door.

Old Ji held the stick in his hand and carefully pushed open the door of the north room to enter the courtyard.

There was no one in the courtyard. After looking around, I realized it was a very ordinary rural house.

Instead of going through the main gate, Lao Ji ran a few steps, used the momentum to climb over the wall in a flash, and quickly jumped down, leaving the place where he had been imprisoned for several days.

Having been given a new lease on life, Lao Ji's tense nerves have visibly relaxed a lot.

For the past few days, he's been on edge. He was photographed for murdering someone to cover it up, and only one stranger with an elderly accent spoke to him once, after which no one paid any attention to him.

He knew what the consequences would be if those three corpses were exposed to light, and he also knew how ruthless his elder brother could be when he really did things.

Right now, what Lao Ji is hoping for is that the person who got the Russian body hasn't confronted Qiao Muzhou yet, so that Lao Ji has some time to settle his family.

Having made up his mind, Lao Ji walked out of the village along the small path. After roughly determining his direction, he quickly found his location and headed straight for the house of his lover, Widow Wang.

Despite the biting wind, Old Ji, without a hat, ran through the snow without feeling cold. He rushed to Widow Wang's house as fast as he could, only to find the door locked from the inside. He immediately retrieved a spare key from under a brick wall and unlocked the door to enter the house.

Upon entering the east room of the north wing and glancing around, Old Ji's heart sank instantly.

The quilts and bedding on the kang (a heated brick bed) hadn't been put away and were still in the positions they were used for sleeping the night before. A canned food jar and a water glass were broken on the floor, and there were shards of glass everywhere. The water stains had already dried.

Neither the mistress, Widow Wang, nor her son, Jin Bao'er, were wearing shoes, and their thick cotton-padded coats were lying on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Every detail seemed to indicate that they were in a very rushed situation.

Oh no! My wife and youngest son have been arrested!
In an instant, Old Ji slumped down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), the tension in his chest dissipated, and he seemed to have aged considerably.

"Damn it! Qiao San'er, you son of a bitch, you're ruthless! You actually arrested that mother and child! If anything happens to my wife and child, I'll make sure you have no descendants!!!"

Old Ji muttered something to himself, mustered his courage again, got up, and quickly went to the west room, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), reached out from the corner of the ceiling, tore a hole in the roof covered with newspaper, and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun wrapped in oilcloth.

This is a classic 12-gauge Eagle brand flat double-barreled shotgun. The original factory rust-preventing grease on the gun body has not been cleaned off. It is a brand new, unused item.

Normally, Lao Ji follows Qiao San'er around and uses Qiao Muzhou's guns. He only keeps this one new double-barreled shotgun as a spare. It has been hidden in the crack in the wall above the ceiling for several years and has never seen the sky. Now it has come in handy.

Old Ji found a towel and wiped the butter clean, then checked the structure of the gun to make sure there were no problems, and then slung a leather shotgun belt over his shoulder.

This shotgun sling can hold at least ten rounds, making it much faster to grab bullets in combat than to reach into your pocket. This is a detail that only experienced gunners would notice.

Don't underestimate these details. In critical moments, a second or two can be enough to decide life or death.

Old Ji took out all the hidden bullets one by one, checked them carefully, and loaded them one by one onto the leather bullet belt. He then took out his old knife from the hunting satchel behind the door and tucked it into his waistband.

After getting ready, Lao Ji turned around and went to the kitchen to look for food.

There were still uneaten white steamed buns and stir-fried lean meat and pickled vegetables in the pot. Because there was no fire in the house, the vegetables had solidified into a greasy state.

Old Ji added a ladle of water to the large pot, then lit a fire to heat the rice. After the rice was heated, he ate it heartily on the stove.

After eating and drinking my fill, my body has recovered.

Old Ji glanced at the clock, tucked his shirt in, slung his hunting rifle over his shoulder, pushed his bicycle out of the storeroom, and left his home with Widow Wang.

During the time it took to prepare the meal, Lao Ji thought about many things.

On the surface, Qiao Muzhou was just a semi-retired hunting team leader, but Lao Ji knew that one of his main ways of making money was through smuggling channels that involved a lot of manpower and resources.

The boss, Qiao Wentao, is leading a group of henchmen in doing these things.

Now, most of the people on the hunting team have scattered. The only people Qiao Muzhou can use are those henchmen who are relatively distant from Lao Ji.

The most urgent task now is to find Widow Liu and her youngest son, Jinbao. As long as they are safe and sound, Lao Ji will accept the situation.

When the time comes, take your wife and children with you, go somewhere else to avoid trouble, and come back when things settle down here.

Old Ji recognized a few of the smugglers, and after some screening, he chose the relatively familiar Pi Hou'er.

Pi Hou is also a local. His home is on the street near the Mining Bureau in Fengcheng. His father's generation was involved in the underworld. He has never found a proper job even after all these years. He is a native-born hoodlum.

Old Ji rode his bicycle into town, found out where Pi Hou lived, and went to inquire, only to find the door locked and no one home.

On second thought, he remembered another henchman named Yang Huo'er.

This guy was a year or two younger than Pi Hou. He was rather timid. Although he also worked with the smuggling team, he didn't have much status. He was a timid, cowardly, and rough-and-ready guy who was relegated to menial tasks.

They couldn't find the monkey, but Old Ji found the match. When the matchmaker saw Old Ji carrying a hunting rifle into the house, the matchmaker's face changed instantly after working all night.

He had personally witnessed Pi Hou'er carrying out family discipline! Old Ji's mistress and son were both dead; his coming to him was like the King of Hell summoning his own death.

"Yang Huo'er, where are my wife Liu Cuihong and son Jinbao now? Tell me the truth, and I won't make things difficult for you!"

Old Ji held the gun in one hand, and seeing the other person's unpleasant expression, asked in a very harsh tone.

"Uncle... Uncle Ji, I... I don't know!"

Yang Huo'er swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the double-barreled shotgun that Lao Ji was holding in one hand.

Without hesitation, Lao Ji released the safety and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Yang Huo'er's head.

"I told you, if you tell me the truth, I won't make things difficult for you!"

"Uncle Ji, it has nothing to do with me! You know I'm a coward. I just follow them around doing odd jobs to make a living!"

Auntie and Jinbao were both killed by Pihou'er on Qiao Wentao's orders!

He said you betrayed the Qiao family and were to be punished with three cuts and six holes as a form of family discipline. Since you ran away, your wife and children will take your place!
I buried Jin Bao'er and her aunt's remains! They're buried in the southeast corner of the yard at Warehouse Number Two!

The smell of gun oil from the muzzle of the gun sent shivers down Yang Huo'er's spine. He went limp and his legs started trembling.

Upon hearing this, Old Ji felt a wave of dizziness, as if he had been struck in the chest by a heavy hammer.

A second later, he asked, trembling, "Are you telling the truth? My wife and children have been murdered?"

"It's true! Rumors are circulating that you betrayed the Qiao family and provided intelligence to Yue Feng and his group, which led to the smuggling team being wiped out by Uncle Hat, causing huge losses!"

Yang Huo'er answered the official statement from the Qiao family that he had heard earlier, his voice trembling.

Old Ji's eyes widened in anger, and he roared, "Qiao San'er, I'll fuck your ancestors!!"

Seeing this, Yang Huo froze, afraid that Lao Ji might blow him up in anger.

"Uncle Ji, it really has nothing to do with me! I'm telling you the truth, please forgive me!" Yang Huo'er pleaded.

Old Ji kept his promise and did not touch the matches.

"Get up. I know you're a coward! Tell me one last thing, and I'll leave without making things difficult for you. Just pretend I was never here!"

"You asked!"

Where is Qiao Wentao now? And where is the smuggling team's warehouse located?
Where are Pi Hou'er and all the other frontline henchmen in the smuggling ring? Tell me everything you know!

"I don't know where the big boss is. He seems to be quite busy, handling more than one matter. We saw him just last night; he killed someone and left!"
"The smuggling team, including Pi Hou, are all in warehouse number four! That place is full of valuable furs and salted fish. We've been moving things all night, and we're still not done!"

"Warehouse Number Four? Where is it located?"

"It's right over on Huasheng Street, not far from the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative, diagonally across the street from the post office! There are definitely people working there during the day, you'll see when you get there!"

"Fine! From now on, if you want to live, don't leave home! Don't tell anyone I was here!"

Leaving behind a message, Old Ji slung his hunting rifle over his shoulder and left Yang Huo'er's house.

After being asked about his wife and children, Lao Ji's heart changed.

He had been somewhat apprehensive and harbored a sliver of hope, but now he was completely disheartened, with only two words left in his mind.

revenge!

Whether it was the mischievous monkey who personally carried out the family discipline or Qiao Muzhou's relatives, they were all on Lao Ji's kill list.

After decades of hard work, he was abandoned by the Qiao family because of one mistake. If they caught Lao Ji, he wouldn't even flinch at being torn to pieces, because he had indeed harbored disloyalty.

However, those with principles in the underworld know the principle of not harming one's wife and children. By using his own wife and children to establish his authority, the Qiao family's despicable act completely severed their enmity with Lao Ji.

What kind of smuggling team is this? I'll make you all pay with your lives for my poor wife and kids!
With these feelings in mind, Lao Ji rode his bicycle straight to his destination in broad daylight.

He hid his bicycle in an alleyway a street away, then crept along the corner of the wall toward Warehouse No. 4.

The warehouse was indeed quite busy, with several flatbed horse-drawn carts and a Liberation truck going in and out of the gate, their cargo beds filled with a large amount of unidentified supplies.

Old Ji glanced at the daylight above his head. There was still less than an hour until dark. If he wanted to maximize the destruction, he couldn't rush to take revenge. Otherwise, if he fired a shot in broad daylight, it would be difficult to escape.

Realizing this, Lao Ji turned around and hid back in the alley, patiently waiting.

While waiting to make his move, he checked the ammunition he was carrying and reviewed any useful information in his mind.

Qiao San'er, as the mastermind, is Lao Ji's biggest target at present.

He's definitely hiding. The matter of the Russian corpse has been exposed, and he's planning to pack up his belongings and run away. These smuggled goods are all he has, which is why he's in such a hurry to deal with them.

Finding Qiao San'er's hiding place is difficult. He's a notorious old fox, and he has at least a few places where no one knows about him.

However, it was relatively easier to find the place where Qiao Wentao and Qiao Wenbin lived.

They need to step in and coordinate some matters, so they can't hide away. Once they get into the warehouse and find the leader, they should be able to find out where he is.

Time passed slowly, and the sky gradually darkened. After the sun set, Old Ji got up from the corner, gripped his gun in one hand, and strode forward.

Just then, a carriage came out of the courtyard, and Old Ji blocked the entrance.

"What are you doing? Move aside, don't block the way!" the coachman shouted at the top of his lungs.

boom!
His answer was a gunshot.

The No. 12 buckshot was incredibly powerful at close range, sending the coachman tumbling off the carriage and falling to the ground, unable to get up.

Without stopping, Lao Ji entered the courtyard and fired a second shot at the second person, who was a dozen meters away.

boom!
Another person was shot and fell to the ground.

Wow…

Old Ji deftly opened the chamber, ejected the spent cartridges, reloaded the gun, closed the chamber, and strode into the warehouse. (End of Chapter)