Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe's finger was already pressed firmly against the trigger.

"Fuck your ancestors!"

The old man went completely mad; the grief of losing his son had extinguished all his reason.

He didn't even bother to dodge the dark muzzle of the gun. A beast-like roar erupted from his withered chest. He swung the homemade gun with its extended barrel with both hands and pulled the trigger recklessly in Zhao Shanhe's direction.

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

The old man was ultimately a step too slow.

Before the gunpowder from the homemade gun could fully exit the barrel, Zhao Shanhe's scorching hot lead bullet had already struck like lightning.

A loud cracking sound.

The bullet struck the walnut stock of the homemade gun with perfect accuracy, and the enormous kinetic energy instantly shattered the old gun into two pieces.

The flying metal shards and splinters, like shattered fragments, sliced ​​off three fingers of the old man's right hand and left half of his cheek a bloody mess.

"ah--"

The old man screamed in agony as the force of the impact threw him into the mud. He rolled around frantically, clutching his half-finished right hand, the blood from his severed finger instantly staining the remaining snow beneath him.

But the resentment in his eyes hadn't dissipated. Like a dying mangy dog, he frantically groped in the mud with his left hand, pulled out a skinning dagger from his waist, and struggled to lunge forward.

"master!"

Er Kui, who was slumped to the side, was utterly terrified. Seeing Zhao Shanhe, who looked like a god of death, pull back the bolt of his gun again, he scrambled forward, grabbed the old man's waist, and cried out in despair:

"We can't win! Run, Master!"

Click!

Another crisp click of the gun being cocked.

The agonizing mechanical clanging sound was like a bucket of ice water poured over the old man's feverish head.

The excruciating pain in his fingers and the dark, menacing gun barrel instantly shattered his last shred of courage to fight back. Reason regained control of his aging body—if he didn't run now, the Han family would truly be wiped out in this old ravine.

The old man glanced at Zhao Shanhe, who had a gun barrel pressed against his forehead, and then at Er Kui, who was trembling and clinging to his waist.

A cruel and sinister glint suddenly flashed across his mud- and blood-covered face.

"Let go!"

The old man suddenly raised his intact left leg and kicked Er Kui hard in the chest.

Using the force of that kick, the old man rolled backward with extreme cunning, completely shielding Er Kui's body between his and Zhao Shanhe's gun barrels.

boom!

Zhao Shanhe fired his third shot with a thunderous roar.

The shot was originally aimed at the old man's face, but it pierced right through Er Kui's shoulder.

The scorching lead bullet kicked up a large cloud of scarlet blood mist. Er Kui let out a shrill scream and fell heavily into the mud pit like a tattered sack, half of his body stained red with blood.

Using the half-second blind spot gained by Er Kui as a shield, the old man scrambled up from the mud.

Without even glancing at his apprentice on the ground, he ran like a madman into the dense red pine forest, which was shrouded in white mist and darkness, like a mud turtle with its tail cut off.

Zhao Shanhe's eyes sharpened, and his right hand swiftly pulled the lever.

Click!

boom!

The moment the brass cartridge ejected, he straightened his gun and his finger was already on the trigger.

boom.

The fourth shot followed immediately, and a tongue of fire more than a meter long instantly illuminated the dim treeline.

But the old man was too close to the woods, and his escape was extremely cunning.

The instant the gunshot rang out, half of his hunched back had already disappeared into the dark shadows of the trees.

The whirlwind lead bullet grazed past the old man's tattered sheepskin coat, but ultimately only shattered into a large cluster of flying wood chips on the bark of the old red pine tree where the old man had disappeared.

"Grass!"

Zhao Shanhe cursed and, holding his gun, took a few quick steps forward.

The half-melted mud and snow underfoot were sticky and gritty, and every step kicked up large clumps of mud. The short distance of a few dozen meters seemed to stretch on forever.

By the time he and his two dogs reached the edge of the dense forest, the old fox had already vanished.

"Black Dragon! Azure Dragon!"

He abruptly stopped, letting out a low but penetrating whistle.

The two large dogs, with their rear ends sticking out, were about to disappear into the darker bushes when they heard their master's shout, and they abruptly stopped their attack.

The black dragon roared with extremely violent thunderous sounds from its throat, its front claws digging wildly in the mud, yet it still retreated to Zhao Shanhe's feet with its tail between its legs, its eerie green eyes staring intently into the depths of the forest in the darkness.

Zhao Shanhe held his gun, half of his body hidden in the shadow of the old red pine, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

The woods were deathly quiet.

The sound of branches rustling as the old fox fled was now swallowed up by the howling mountain wind.

The forest is most sinister in early spring. As soon as it gets dark, the white mist is like miasma emerging from the cracks in the ground, twisting the shadows of the trees a few steps away into hideous ghostly figures.

"Huff... huff..."

Zhao Shanhe was panting heavily, the murderous aura in his chest still lingering, but he managed to suppress it with his reason.

This old forest is someone else's backyard. Now that it's pitch black, it's Han Laowai's home turf.

He knew these old foxes who lived off the land all too well. To prevent strangers from taking over their territory and to keep out gangs from scouting their areas, they had been setting up traps around their mountain territories for years.

The rusty animal traps hidden in the melting snow and mud, the sharpened poison sticks stuck under rotten leaves, and even the chain of tripwires hanging from tree branches with thin wires are the most deadly hidden weapons in this dark forest.

If the dog were to blindly stumble in, and accidentally step on one of the snares that could kill a family, the old man could simply perch on a tree branch, fill his broken-stock homemade gun with a handful of iron shot, and with one shot, he could turn the Black Dragon or the Green Dragon into a bloody mess.

He can't gamble.

"Master...Master..."

A faint, desperate groan came from the muddy water, pulling Zhao Shanhe's thoughts back from the dark forest.

Zhao Shanhe slowly turned his head around.

Er Kui lay on his back in the blood, a gaping hole in his shoulder, panting heavily.

He's lucky; the bullet didn't hit his bones. Although he's bleeding profusely, he won't die anytime soon.

Zhao Shanhe walked up to him and kicked the old foreign cannon that was crooked in the mud with his toe.

Looking at Zhao Shanhe's blood-splattered, lifeless face, Er Kui clutched his shoulder, which was still bleeding profusely, and trembled violently.

He seemed still reeling from the shock of that kick; his pale lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with unyielding resentment and disbelief.

"He kicked me...he used me as a shield! He's a beast! A heartless old man!"

Er Kui cried and howled like a madman, tears mingling with mud and blood streaming down his face. He suddenly raised his head, his mud-covered hand digging desperately into the remaining snow on the ground, scrambling and crawling towards Zhao Shanhe's feet, his tone instantly becoming extremely humble:

"Guys! Brothers! Spare my life! Look closely, I'm just a dog kept by Han Laowai!"

Er Kui gasped in pain, but his eyes remained fixed on Zhao Shanhe's leather boots. Like grasping at a last straw, he frantically threw out a bargaining chip: "Spare my life, and I'll take you to his lair! That old bastard, you killed his own son, he'll definitely fight you to the death! You have to nip it in the bud!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at him, his eyes like a dried-up old well, without the slightest ripple.

He didn't respond to that at all, but without saying a word, he squatted down and slowly pressed down the hammer with his thumb in an extremely steady manner.

Click.

The crisp click of the trigger echoed across the snow. The cold, gunpowder-stained barrel was pressed firmly against Er Kui's forehead.

Seeing Zhao Shanhe's completely unmoved face and feeling the deadly lump of iron on his forehead, Er Kui went completely insane.

He thought Zhao Shanhe looked down on his worth, and his psychological defenses collapsed instantly.

In a desperate attempt to survive, his hoarse voice suddenly rose, as he threw out his final bait:

"Don't shoot! Money! He has money! Lots and lots of money!"

Er Kui, barely able to catch his breath, veins bulging on his neck, screamed hysterically at the gun barrel: "Believe me, man! This old bastard was a big landlord in this area before the war, and he even secretly served as a dog and guide for the Japanese! He has countless bloodstained gold bars and silver dollars in his hands!"

He strained his neck to look up, speaking so fast he almost bit his tongue: "He's amassed a lifetime of ill-gotten gains! At least tens of thousands! All hidden in that abandoned, dilapidated mine in Blind Man's Gully! He thought he was well-hidden, but I secretly followed him and saw it! As long as you spare my life, all those gold bars and silver dollars are yours! All of them are yours!"

"Are you done talking?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice was extremely low, carrying a chilling undertone.

Er Kui's frantic sales pitch came to an abrupt halt. He stared wide-eyed at the man before him as if he were a monster.

"After you've said that, go die!"

"No...don't kill me..."

Er Kui opened his mouth wide, before he could even finish shouting the word "I".

boom.

Zhao Shanhe tapped his fingertips.

A lead bullet pierced Er Kui's skull at close range, and the enormous kinetic energy slammed his head into the mud.

Large patches of scarlet mixed with white splattered in the mud.

The still convulsing body suddenly stiffened, its spine jerked upwards like a shrimp, and then collapsed completely into the mud like a dead toad that had lost its breath.

The smell of gunpowder mixed with the strong stench of blood lingered in the cold wind on the south slope.

"Black Dragon, Azure Dragon, let's go."

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the desolate black forest, slung the lever rifle over his shoulder with one hand, tugged at his blood-stained clothes torn by wolf claws, and strode towards the ridgeline that was completely opposite to the red pine forest.

The two hunting dogs let out a low growl at Lin Ying, shook the blood off their fur, and followed closely behind their master.

The wind blew harder and harder, and the snow began to fall again.