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

Inside Warehouse No. 4, the henchmen working on the perimeter who heard the two gunshots had already reacted.

The young men who were moving supplies were inexperienced and a bit at a loss. The quickest-witted one, Pi Hou'er, saw that things were not going well and turned around and ran into the inner room.

Inside the inner room was a 16-gauge single-barreled shotgun with a snap handle and some hand-assembled black powder bullets, which served as guard weapons for watching over the warehouse.

Pi Hou had just been promoted, and he was put in charge of keeping these weapons.

Pi Hou'er's first thought was, "Could someone be trying to rob the warehouse?" He had a gun, and the intruder hadn't noticed him, so he still had a chance to fight back.

Old Ji glanced at the henchmen standing dumbfounded beside the carriage and roared, "Anyone who doesn't want to die, put your hands above your heads, cover your heads, and squat down against the wall. If anyone dares to move, don't blame me for my bullets being blind!"

Upon hearing Lao Ji's threatening tone, the timid henchmen immediately covered their heads and moved towards the base of the wall.

At that moment, Pi Hou'er, who had just gotten his weapon, fired a shot at Lao Ji's figure.

boom!
A burst of orange-red flame shot out from the muzzle of the No. 16 single-barrel shotgun. The black powder reloaded bullet was ignited by the primer, and the lead pellets that spread out at the front instantly covered half of Lao Ji's upper body.

Instantly, a metallic clanging sound came from Lao Ji's chest, and sparks even flew out faintly.

Old Ji seemed to have been hit hard in the chest with a heavy hammer. He staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with a thud. Half a second later, he struggled to get up.

He didn't bother to check his injuries, rolled on the spot, picked up his gun, and fired a shot at Pi Hou'er.

Pi Hou'er had zero experience in close-quarters combat. He fired a shot out of nowhere and hit his target. After firing one bullet, he hurriedly bent down to eject the spent cartridge and reload, showing no common sense about finding cover.

As a result, Lao Ji shot him in the lower body, and his two thighs and the area around his abdomen were immediately smashed to the ground in a bloody mess.

The single-barreled shotgun slipped from his hand and fell to the ground before he could even reload.

Old Ji quickly moved to the side, raised his gun, kicked the single-barreled shotgun away, and then rushed into the house to check the situation inside.

The house was filled with piles of goods, with only Pi Hou standing at the door.

After confirming it was safe, Lao Ji used the barrel of his shotgun to lift Pi Hou'er's chin, allowing him to see Pi Hou'er's young face filled with fear.

"You little rascal, you killed my wife and children!"

Pi Hou had almost lost sensation in his lower body and was still in a daze after being shot. The burning gun barrel was pressed against his chin, and the pain brought him back to his senses instantly.

"Uncle Ji, no, don't kill me! I'm just following the big boss's orders, I have no choice!"
"It was all Qiao Wentao's doing. You can ask anyone if you don't believe me. I even pleaded for my aunt and her daughter!"

The mischievous monkey hurriedly begged for mercy, his eyelids twitching incessantly due to extreme tension.

"I'm asking you, where did Qiao Wentao and Qiao Wenbin's families move to? Give me the answer I want, and I might let you go!"

Old Ji held the gun with both hands and used the barrel to press against the chin of the monkey, slamming him against the wall next to him so he couldn't move.

"I...I don't know...cough cough cough..."

The monkey coughed a series of times as a conditioned reflex after its chin was bumped.

He genuinely didn't know where the two bosses lived; he certainly wouldn't tell a temporarily promoted outside manager about something like that.

"You don't know, do you? Then don't blame me!"

Old Ji pressed the gun against Pi Hou'er's head, ready to pull the trigger.

Pi Hou, being quick-witted in critical moments, suddenly had a flash of inspiration when faced with life-or-death circumstances and said, "No, don't kill me! I remember! I know a place where the big boss has most likely moved!"

"Tell me! Where is it! Don't try to fool me, you know what will happen!"

“I delivered something to the residential building next to the state-run barbershop on Wudao Street once!” Pi Hou said.

Lao Ji didn't know the address, so he was fairly satisfied with Pi Hou's answer.

"Keep thinking, are there any other similar addresses? No matter how many you think of, as long as one is real, I'll let you off the hook!"

Pi Hou'er racked his brains, his face showing difficulty: "Really...really, it's all gone! I was just promoted to manager, before that I was just a squad leader! Uncle Ji, you know me!"

"Good, you're smart!" Old Ji replied, nodding in satisfaction.

Just when Pi Hou'er thought he had escaped with his life, Lao Ji suddenly flung his hand and shot Pi Hou'er in the head.

In an instant, the monkey's skull was blown off and shattered, scattering red and white matter all over the ground.

"You son of a bitch, do you really think you can get away with killing my wife and kids?!"

Old Ji spat out a mouthful of phlegm, calmly ejected the spent cartridge, reloaded the gun, and closed the chamber. He then slung the single-barreled shotgun that Pi Hou had been using over his shoulder.

He glanced around at the goods inside and outside the house, put away the remaining No. 16 shotgun shell pouches, and then took a gasoline can directly from the house, opened the lid, and started pouring gasoline around.

The pungent smell of gasoline quickly filled the warehouse. Old Ji took out a diesel lighter from his pocket, lit it, and threw it directly into the room.

In an instant, flames erupted, and most of the supplies in Warehouse No. 4 that had not yet been transported were completely reduced to ashes.

In an instant, the henchmen crouching against the wall in the courtyard began to stir, and the bolder ones stood up and tried to run away.

Without hesitation, Lao Ji fired a shot, instantly knocking the man to the ground.

"Everyone stay bent over against the wall, and anyone who dares to move will be met with a 'test'!"

Old Ji left with a single sentence, then strode backwards away from Warehouse No. 4.

After running away from the crime scene at Warehouse No. 4, Lao Ji returned to the alley where he had hidden before dark. Unable to suppress his injuries, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The 16-gauge shotgun shells loaded with black powder are almost half as powerful as standard ammunition using smokeless powder.

The smuggling team's firearms were mostly for show, which gave Lao Ji a chance during a direct confrontation.

Inside Old Ji's overcoat, a thick pine board was stuffed in his chest area, which blocked most of the bullet's kinetic energy.

Although it didn't break through the defenses and cause a penetrating wound, the enormous kinetic energy still caused blunt force trauma, and Lao Ji managed to suppress the injury with just a breath of air.

Now that I've relaxed, I can't hold it in anymore.

Old Ji held onto the handlebars and walked at least fifty meters forward. He took several deep breaths to readjust himself before mounting the bike and heading straight for the address Pi Hou had given him.

The address Pihou mentioned was indeed one of the Qiao family's contact points, but it was not where the Qiao family members lived.

When I arrived at the location, the room was already empty.

The shooting at Warehouse No. 4 on the street has already been reported to the police, and at least several of Uncle Hat's cars have passed by on the street.

Old Ji weaved through the alleys, avoiding the police's gaze, while frantically searching for other options. So many henchmen had seen him; he'd soon be wanted and tracked down.

If you want revenge, tonight and tomorrow morning is your last chance. Once it's light, a new round of checks will begin on the streets.

If Lao Ji isn't investigated and exposed by then, it will be a good thing; he'll never have another chance to show his face and seek revenge.

Having figured out the connection, Lao Ji took a deep breath.

Where should the Qiao family be now? Given that the Qiao family hasn't properly dealt with the supplies in their warehouse, they probably won't have left beforehand.

In these chaotic times, the borders are fraught with danger. It's not easy for women and children to go out on their own; they need men to lead and protect them.

Where is it? Old Ji continued to ponder.

Qiao Wenbin's wife just gave birth to their second child, a girl, last year. The baby is not even a year old yet, so he definitely can't accept living in such a difficult place.

Old Ji slapped his forehead. Could they be playing a trick on him?
The apartment building where Qiao San'er used to live, which had heating and various appliances, was much more comfortable than other single-story houses.

Qiao San'er's address was initially semi-public, but it must have been moved later, which means the house was vacant.

That's the mining area's residential compound, where middle and senior-level leaders and some of their families live. The security in the compound is significantly better than in other places.

Even if they don't live there, Lao Ji has nowhere to stay now, so he can break the lock and sneak inside. At least it's better than being out in the cold!

With no other choice, Lao Ji changed direction, carrying two guns on his back, and headed straight for the mining area's family compound.

When they arrived at the outside of the mining area's residential compound, Lao Ji stopped in his tracks from a distance.

The main gate of the residential area, which used to have only two security guards on duty, is now brightly lit.

A team of six people from the entire mine protection team were gathered and giving a briefing under the lamplight at the entrance of the gatehouse.

Even from a distance, you could tell from their silhouettes that these mine protection team members were all fully armed, carrying Type 56 semi-automatic rifles.

Seeing this, Lao Ji knew what was going on.

Qiao Wentao is still nominally a leader of the coal mine. It's just a matter of a word to the mine security team to send people to stand guard and protect the mine.

The presence of these fully armed mine protection personnel only served to make things worse, greatly increasing the suspicion.

At this point in time, it's quite difficult to sneak into the residential compound. If something happens, they'll block the stairwell with guns, and you won't have anywhere to run.

After a moment's thought, Lao Ji decided to find a place to hide first and then come back to make his move in the middle of the night.

Qiao Muzhou used to live in room 301 on the third floor. As long as he prepared a rope, Lao Ji was confident that he could safely escape through the window.

After setting his goal, Lao Ji turned around and returned to the empty residence that Pi Hou'er had revealed, where he would temporarily stay.

The shooting and fire at Warehouse No. 4 threw the streets into complete chaos. People were all rushing to put out the fire, treat the wounded, and chase after the perpetrators. For a time, ordinary residents closed their doors and windows, leaving only a few brave onlookers.

Old Ji circled back to the empty house and hid there. He found firewood inside, started a fire, and patiently warmed himself by the fire while lying low for the time being.

……

Just as Lao Ji escaped and went on a rampage to identify his target and lay low, on the other side, in an inconspicuous house on the outskirts of the city, four men around thirty years old received orders from their boss and prepared to attack Yue Feng's family headquarters that night.

All four were quiet and had cold expressions. The one in the lead was a man with a centipede-shaped scar on his face.

Scarface was busy maintaining his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle. His fingers were very nimble; the rifle had been completely disassembled and laid out on the table.

He used the original tools that came with the gun to clean the dirt off the barrel bit by bit, and then applied gun oil to some parts.

In less than ten minutes, the entire maintenance was completed, and then it was carefully reassembled.

"Biaozi, there seems to be some commotion on the street outside!" Scarface asked a square-faced man in a deep voice.

Biaozi replied, "Scarface, I peeked through the crack in the door for a while and overheard passersby muttering that there seemed to be a fire on Huasheng Street!"

"They're several streets away from us, there's no way the fire could reach our house!"

Scarface nodded and pulled an unopened metal ammunition box from under the table.

Compared to the reloaded shotgun bullets at Warehouse No. 4, Scarface's bullets were much more professional.

They were all 7.62mm medium-power military bullets obtained through grey market channels, and were in their original boxes, and were preserved in remarkably good condition.

Scarface slowly opened the metal box containing the bullets and took the bullets, wrapped in kraft paper, onto the table.

This whole box contains 1000 bullets, divided into 50 small kraft paper boxes.

Twenty bullets were neatly packaged in a kraft paper box, and when opened, they gleamed with a golden metallic sheen under the light.

For most gun users, military bullets are the best quality that ordinary people can get their hands on. Unless they are from a very old time, they rarely have duds and are extremely well-made.

But Scarface is different. He seems to have a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Before each job, he has to be meticulous about the guns and bullets he uses, to the point of being nitpicky.

He meticulously selects every bullet, scrutinizing every part, from the bullet tip and primer to the side of the shell. Even the slightest scratch or minor difference will be resolutely rejected.

Of course, this habit isn't without its advantages; he has never encountered a jam or misfire while working.

Scarface picked through the bullets one by one and said, "The big boss has spoken. After we finish this job, we'll rejoin the main force tonight and leave the city in the middle of the night!"

I've also gathered a lot of information about that hunting team led by Yue Feng.

This guy is no novice. Everyone, stay alert! We've come through so much already, we can't afford to fail so easily!

Hearing what the leader said, another teammate, who was rather thin and taciturn, muttered in a low voice: "They're just a few young hunters with some experience. They're good at hunting and dealing with wild animals in the mountains, but when it comes to killing people, they're not even worthy of carrying our shoes!"

"Scarface, what time are we leaving? Let's finish our work quickly so we can meet up early!"

Scarface glanced at the taciturn man: "We'll set off around nine o'clock, exit the city from the south gate, and take a detour to Lotus Township. I know the place; we should arrive at their village around ten o'clock!"
The big boss meant that, in addition to killing everyone in his family, they also had a breeding farm on the mountain that they had been running for several years, with a single old man guarding it!

"We'll kill every single one that's breathing, then burn them all down!"

Upon hearing the specific task, another man from the axle factory, who hadn't spoken until now, said in a thick Shandong accent, "The village is easy to find. The farm is on the mountain. How far is it from the village? Have you checked the road?"
There's no moon today, and it's pitch black in the mountains! Don't get lost and cause any problems!

"Don't worry, Lao Luo, I've already scouted the location beforehand! It's right next to the Chaiji Road leading into the mountains, very easy to find!"

……

The four were quietly discussing their next move when suddenly the siren of a police car blaring from the street outside. (End of Chapter)