Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Old Zhang's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

How did he get in?

He clearly covered the cellar with the stone slab himself, how could he possibly...

Old Zhang opened his mouth, wanting to ask, but swallowed the words back.

Some things are better left unasked.

Knowing too much will only hasten your demise.

"M-Sir...I'll send a telegram right away and tell them to come over. I'll tell them I've found the treasure; this is a mission assigned to us by our superiors."

"The task is complete. They will definitely come over; you just need to wait for them to come to you."

Lin Tian nodded: "Okay."

Old Zhang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and turned around to continue operating the telegraph machine.

My hands were still shaking, but I tried to remain calm.

The keys were being tapped with a "beep beep beep" sound.

Out of the corner of her eye, she would occasionally glance at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian stood to the side, motionless, watching curiously.

Old Zhang didn't know if the kid understood telegrams or codes.

But he didn't dare to gamble.

Take a deep breath and let your fingers dance across the keys.

The telegram read: The treasure has been found, but it has been discovered by others. Requesting assistance! Requesting assistance!

On the surface, it's about completing the task, but in reality, it's about luring superiors over and telling them something.

dangerous.

If you want the treasure, bring more people with you.

At the same time, he also harbored a little bit of malice.

Old Zhang didn't know if Lin Tian understood Morse code.

But you always have to take a gamble.

What if you win the bet?

What if the higher-ups come with men and kill the kid?

What if I manage to survive?

After typing the last word, Lao Zhang pressed the send button.

Lin Tian watched quietly, his face expressionless.

He really couldn't understand what Lao Zhang had said.

He didn't understand telegrams or codes; he was completely clueless about them.

But he was not afraid at all.

Because no matter how many people come, they're all delivering food.

He just needs to wait.

Waiting for someone to arrive.

Then, they cut them down one by one.

……

Ten minutes later.

Footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

Lin Tian stood in the shadows of the woodshed and looked out.

A dozen or so people were sneaking into the courtyard.

They varied in height and build, but they all shared one thing in common: they were all carrying guns.

Leading the way was an old man wearing a gray cloth long gown, who looked like an ordinary old farmer.

But those eyes were gleaming with a sharp light, clearly indicating that they were no pushovers.

Two burly men followed behind him, carrying submachine guns and scanning their surroundings warily.

Lin Tian was curious about where they got this thing from.

Behind them were about ten people, who spread out and fanned out the courtyard.

Old Zhang crawled out of the cellar and saw these people; a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Old Sun!"

"Here! Here!"

One of the dozen or so people, called Old Sun, strode over and stared at Old Zhang: "What's going on? Where's the treasure? Who found it?"

Old Zhang was about to speak.

A small figure emerged from the shadows of the woodshed, carrying an axe, and greeted them warmly:

"Hello everyone, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Everyone was stunned.

Old Sun's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand reached for the gun at his waist.

But before he could pull it out, Lin Tian had already moved.

It moved at an astonishing speed, instantly rushing into the crowd.

"Pfft!"

With his first axe strike, Lin Tian cleaved the neck of the burly man at the front, who was wielding a submachine gun. Blood gushed out, and before the body even fell, Lin Tian had already moved on to the next man.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Da da da!!"

Gunshots rang out.

But I couldn't hit it.

Lin Tian moved erratically through the crowd, each step perfectly avoiding bullets, which in turn passed right through his ghostly figure.

The speed was so fast that it could not be detected by the naked eye; only a blur could be seen flashing by, and with each flash, a person fell down.

When dealing with enemy agents, he had no leisure to play cat and mouse; only killing.

"Pfft!"

again.

"Pfft!"

The third.

Old Sun drew his gun and fired three shots at the elusive shadow.

They missed everything.

When he looked up again, Lin Tian was already standing in front of him, less than half a meter away.

Blood was dripping from the axe.

He had a smile on his face.

"Old man, your aim is terrible. You can't even hit him at this close range."

Old Sun's pupils contracted sharply, and he raised his hand to fire again.

But Lin Tian was even faster.

The axe swept across.

"puff!"

Old Sun's hand holding the gun was cleanly severed at the wrist.

His hand was still gripping the gun, but it had fallen to the ground, and his fingers were still twitching.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Old Sun's screams echoed through the courtyard.

He knelt on the ground, clutching his severed wrist, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Lin Tian didn't kill him; he simply turned around and looked at the remaining people.

Of the dozen or so people, half of them have now collapsed.

The remaining seven or eight men, holding their guns, dared not fire again.

They stared in terror at Lin Tian, ​​at the blood-dripping axe, at the corpses and blood scattered on the ground.

"You're a demon, you're a demon."

"The devil, our enemy is the devil."

"Shoot! Why aren't you firing?"

No one dared to make a move.

Lin Tian smiled.

Carrying the axe, he slowly walked toward the nearest skinny man, whose legs began to tremble.

He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

He wanted to fire, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't even hold the gun steady.

"No...don't come any closer, don't..."

Lin Tian walked up to him and stopped.

"What's your name?"

The skinny man paused for a moment, then instinctively replied, "I can pierce steel plates every day..."

"The Japanese devils?"

The skinny man shook his head frantically:

"No, no, I am Chinese. I grew up on this land. It's just that my father is from an island nation."

"oh!?"

Lin Tian's eyes grew even colder.

"Then you deserve to die even more."

The axe fell.

"Pfft!"

The skinny man's head rolled to the ground.

The father was from an island nation, so there's no need to guess what kind of torture his mother suffered; even if not, she deserved to die.

Once a Japanese devil, always a Japanese devil.

Lin Tian turned to the next fat man with a face full of scars, whose submachine gun was still smoking.

He watched Lin Tian walk over and suddenly roared, "I'll fight you to the death!"

He picked up his submachine gun and started sweeping.

"Da da da da!!"

Bullets swept in like raindrops, hitting Lin Tian.

Lin Tian vanished silently before the bullet struck.

The fat man was stunned.

I looked around, searching for him.

"later."

A voice came from behind.

The fat man suddenly turned around.

An axe came crashing down on him.

"puff!"

The fat man flew up, and then he saw his body fall back down.

Lin Tian flicked the blood off his axe and glanced at the remaining people.

There are still four standing there.

All four of them were trembling, and their faces were ashen.

"you……"

"Spare me!!!"

The four men simultaneously dropped their guns, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed desperately.

"We are not Japanese devils, we are Chinese. We did nothing, we were just errand runners."

"Please, please let us go."

Lin Tian walked up to them, looked down at the four men kowtowing repeatedly, and said calmly, "So, you're traitors then?"

The four people were taken aback.

"Pfft!!"

The four people fell to the ground.

Old Zhang was huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

I thought that if my superiors brought men, we'd have a chance to kill this kid.

Unexpectedly, more than half of the dozen or so people died in less than three minutes.

It’s over.

It's all over.

"Old Zhang, come here."

Old Zhang trembled all over, but dared not move.

He crawled over, knelt on the ground, and didn't dare to lift his head.

"I didn't understand the telegram you sent."

Lin Tian said, "But I can tell you're up to no good."

Old Zhang was sweating profusely, like a waterfall.

"My lord... my lord, I..."

"Alright."

Lin Tian interrupted him, "I said, as long as you lure the person out, I will spare your life."

Old Zhang was stunned.

Feeling uneasy

Lin Tian turned to the remaining people.

"As for you, in your next life, don't be a dog."

"No!!!"

A scream rang out.

But it disappeared very quickly.

Moments later, the courtyard was filled with corpses.

Old Zhang knelt among the corpses, covered in blood, trembling.

Lin Tian stood in front of him, flicking the blood off his axe.

"Old Zhang, you can go now."

Old Zhang looked up, unable to believe his ears.

"Really...really?"

Lin Tian nodded: "I'm a man of my word."

Old Zhang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and ran out as fast as he could.

He dared not turn around.

"Bang!"

Old Zhang fell into a pool of blood.

"I told you to leave, why are you running? Is your mother or your father up ahead?"

……