Master of Chinese Martial Arts: I Can Steal the Skills of a Grandmaster from the Republic of China E

Chapter 95 So your name is Zhou Xing?

My name is Ma San, and I used to be in the machine gun squad of the Third Division of the Zhili Army.

The division commander ran away, the troops scattered, and I and the remaining dozen or so brothers followed the old company commander, who is now the captain, "Black Gold," to make a living by taking on odd jobs in Tianjin.

These days, if you have a gun and guts, you'll never starve. Before the unit was scattered, we were the elite!

Tonight's deal is a big one.

Captain Black Gold crouched behind the rocks, a blade of grass clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixed on the gray dirt road below the mountain.

"Listen up, everyone!"

He lowered his voice, "The target is a Chinese constable in the French Concession named Zhou Xing. He knows martial arts and has a bit of a reputation. The employer said to do it cleanly, like a scoundrel seeking revenge."

Xiao Shunzi, standing nearby, licked his lips: "Captain, does a mere patrolman need so many of us? And to touch that treasure?"

He was talking about explosives.

Captain Black Gold recently acquired some great finds at the ghost market.

Several dark, "yin-sha thunderbolts" are said to be mixed with corpse oil and arsenic from Southeast Asia. When they explode, they are not only deadly, but also pollute a person's blood and qi.

It's very expensive.

"Shut up."

Black Gold glared at him. "This is the amount the employer is paying."

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He held up one finger.

One hundred silver dollars?

No, Black Gold shook his head.

"one thousand."

Everyone gasped.

A thousand silver dollars is enough for the dozen or so of us to live comfortably for a year, and it can also help each of us get a wife, just like Xiao Shunzi always says, big breasts, good for bearing children, and a warm bed.

I touched the gleaming silver bracelet in my pocket; it was left by my mother for me to get married.

After I finish this job, I'll go back to my hometown of Baoding, buy two acres of land, and build three tiled houses.

As night deepened, the mountain wind stung my face.

The distant hum of a car engine could be heard, its headlights illuminating the darkness like the eyes of a giant beast.

"They're here."

Black gold spits out grass stems.

Everyone gripped their guns tightly.

We all used Hanyang rifles, some of which were old comrades brought from the army. They had bayonets fixed, and the blades, about half a foot long, gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The car is getting closer.

I held my breath and watched as the car's right front wheel ran over the tripwire we had laid beforehand—a thin wire coated with corpse oil, almost invisible.

boom!!!

A deafening roar.

Besides the ordinary sound of explosives, the sound also contained a lingering tone that resembled a woman's wailing.

Black smoke and flames shot into the sky, instantly engulfing most of the car body. A wave of scorching heat hit you, carrying a nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell.

Become!

I felt a sense of relief. An explosion of that power, if it hit you head-on, would turn even an iron-clad Arhat into mincemeat.

The firelight was blinding, so I squinted.

But Black Gold is very cautious.

"Fire! First team to the left, second team to the right, advance in a fan shape! Check the bodies, leave no survivors!"

The command was concise and to the point. He's a seasoned veteran, after all.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

Our group of a dozen or so people split into two groups, emerging from the rubble and withered trees on both sides of the road. With bayonets fixed, we slowly approached the still-burning wreckage, stepping on the gravel.

After several rounds of gunfire, the sound of gunfire gradually subsided.

I changed the magazine, pointed the gun at the edge of the area illuminated by the flame, and put my finger on the trigger.

Xiao Shunzi was walking on my right, breathing a little heavily.

"Third Brother, you said that kid—"

"Shut up."

I lowered my voice and said, "Keep a close eye on them."

The burning car made popping noises, with parts flying out intermittently. Thick black smoke billowed, reducing visibility.

We are like a net, slowly drawing you in.

I have a feeling that something is wrong.

It's too quiet.

Apart from the sound of flames, there were no groans or cries for help. Did everyone in the car die instantly?

That's understandable, though; if you were to be hit head-on by a bomb of that power, you'd be hard-pressed to survive.

Could it be that they ran away before the explosion, without any prior knowledge?

But just a moment before the explosion, I did think I saw the car door being forced open?

It's too fast; maybe it's just my imagination.

"Report your numbers!"

Black Gold whispered from behind.

"One team is normal!"

"Second Team————"

On the second team's side, Lao Wu paused for a moment.

"Team Two is missing one! Shuanzi is gone!"

Everyone’s heart is raised.

Shuanzi was just behind a large rock about ten steps to my left, but now that place is empty.

"search!"

Black Gold's voice was strained.

We quickened our pace, scanning the area back and forth with our guns.

Suddenly, Xiao Shunzi, who was to the right, stopped walking and made a "" sound.

I turned my head to look.

Xiao Shunzi stood there, his hands clutching his neck, blood gushing from between his fingers. He stared at me with wide eyes, as if trying to say something, then collapsed forward.

Behind him, a dark shadow flashed and disappeared into the shadow of a tombstone-like boulder.

It's as fast as a ghost.

"Fire!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out instantly, bullets chasing the direction in which the dark figure disappeared, scattering sparks on the rocks.

But it was already empty.

"Damn it, this is a ghost!"

Old Wu cursed, "Two people per group, back to back! Don't be alone!"

We quickly moved closer together, forming pairs, and cautiously surveyed our surroundings.

The burning car exploded again; a fuel tank or some component had burst open, sending sparks flying.

At the very moment the explosion rang out—

A muffled groan came from the left.

My partner and I turned around abruptly, only to see our companion, Da Liu, slump down limply.

His companion turned around in astonishment, then his neck twisted violently like a spinning top, and with a crack, he fell to the ground.

It was that dark figure again!

This time, he appeared by a ditch further away from the edge of the firelight, like a raccoon gliding along the ground, and then disappeared in a flash.

"There!"

Black Gold raised his hand and fired a shot.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The bullets were fired but no bullets were fired.

The shadow disappeared, as if it had melted into the darkness.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

What the hell is that skill level?

We have over a dozen guns, all veterans who survived the battlefield. We have excellent teamwork, and while we might not be able to hit a target from 100 paces, we can definitely shoot someone within 50 paces.

But so far, they haven't even touched a hair on the other side, and they've already lost four people.

"Retreat! Move closer to the vehicle! Use the firelight as cover!"

Black Gold decisively gave the order.

The remaining eight or nine of us, back to back, slowly moved toward the burning wreckage of the car.

The firelight illuminates the surroundings, leaving the opponent nowhere to hide.

Good idea.

But we've only moved less than five steps.

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh was so faint it was almost inaudible.

The brother on the outermost side had a thin line of blood on his throat. He raised his hand blankly to touch it, and then blood spurted out.

As he fell, I saw a figure "grow" out of the shadow behind him, as if it had crawled out of the ground.

The man was wearing a dark police uniform, but he didn't look like a policeman at all.

The firelight outlined the shadows, illuminating a handsome face, even more beautiful than the prettiest young wife I had ever seen in the earthen kiln.

But his face was expressionless, his eyes were eerily calm, as if he were looking at a flock of chickens waiting to be slaughtered.

Is this what Zhou Xing is all about?