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

The skinny monkey, flashlight in hand, groped his way forward, his steps trembling. The pale beam of light flickered on the slippery rock face, sweeping across the scattered ice shards.

Zhao Shanhe, hidden in the shadows of the waste ore, slowly and silently placed the bolt-action shotgun on the mud.

He had no intention of escalating the situation.

Once a gun is fired from this dark hole, the muzzle flash will be the deadliest death warrant, and the three desperados outside can instantly turn him into mincemeat with crossfire.

His right hand, gloved with a half-finger leather glove, silently reached towards his lower back.

With a backhand swift motion, the hunting knife "Broken Spine," with its old antler handle and astonishingly thick spine, landed in his hand.

Although the blade wasn't sharpened, its terrifying weight gave it a chilling aura that seemed capable of severing bone and blood.

The two vicious dogs seemed to sense their master's murderous intent. They lay down in the mud, no longer even panting, and turned into two stone statues.

The beam of light drew ever closer. The skinny monkey's footsteps were amplified infinitely in the deathly silence, and even the gulping sound of him swallowing was clearly audible.

"Lei...Brother Lei, we can't see anything in here. Besides a pile of broken stones, there's not even a ghost..."

As the skinny monkey turned back to report to the cave entrance in a stammering manner, he unconsciously stepped into the corner of the pile of waste ore.

This is a blind spot that a flashlight beam absolutely cannot reach.

Just as the skinny monkey turned his head and before he could finish speaking...

In the darkness, a large hand, like an iron clamp, suddenly emerged from the blind spot.

Zhao Shanhe moved as fast as a black lightning bolt.

With terrifying force, the hand tightly covered the skinny monkey's mouth and nose, suffocating his scream, which was about to escape his lips, into his throat.

The skinny monkey's eyes bulged instantly, his hair stood on end, and his fingers instinctively reached for the trigger of the Type 56 pistol in his hand.

But Zhao Shanhe gave him no room to struggle at all.

With his right hand gripping the "Broken Spine" hunting knife, he slashed across the skinny monkey's chin with extreme ferocity.

There were no fancy punctures.

The incredibly thick spine of the blade pressed down on the edge, carrying a terrifying weight, and like a guillotine, it sliced ​​through the skinny monkey's flesh, not only severing the carotid artery but also violently crushing half of his trachea.

puff.

A gush of scalding blood gushed out from the torn flesh, soaking Zhao Shanhe's leather gloves.

The skinny monkey's body convulsed violently twice as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes rolled back, and the rifle and flashlight in his hands slid limply to the ground.

Zhao Shanhe kept his left hand tightly covering his mouth, while his right hand quickly pulled back the hunting knife and caught the Type 56 rifle that was about to hit the rock, without letting out a single metallic clang.

Immediately afterwards, he deftly flicked and caught the falling flashlight with his toes, and then pressed down with his thumb.

*Snap.* The flashlight went out.

Everything happened so fast, in less than half a second.

The skinny monkey didn't even utter a muffled groan before turning into a warm corpse. At the deepest part of the landslide, absolute darkness and deathly silence returned abruptly.

Zhao Shanhe knelt on the ground and slowly laid the skinny monkey's body flat in the mud. He reached down and took the ammunition pouch from the monkey's body, then picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

Inside the mine tunnels outside.

Lei Zi waited for a long time, only to hear the flashlight go out with a "snap," but he didn't hear the second half of Skinny Monkey's sentence.

His brow twitched suddenly, as if he were a wild beast that had smelled extreme danger, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He shrank even deeper into the corner of the rock wall, his gun pointed fixedly at the impenetrable darkness ahead, and tentatively called out in a low voice, "Skinny Monkey? Are you fucking mute! Why is the flashlight out!"

There was no echo except for a suffocating silence.

Lei Zi waited for a long time, only to hear the flashlight go out with a "snap," but he didn't hear the second half of Skinny Monkey's sentence.

There was no echo except for a suffocating silence.

Just then, an extremely strong, pungent smell of blood, carrying the warm, rusty odor, drifted out from the cold draft of the tunnel at the bottom of the mine.

Lei Zi's eyes twitched violently twice, and his heart felt as if it had been clenched tightly by a cold, large hand.

He didn't dare take another step forward, clinging to the cold, damp rock wall like a gecko, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

Skinny Monkey was a ruthless bandit who had killed people before. He was holding a loaded semi-automatic rifle, yet he didn't even let out a scream of warning before his throat was slit silently in the dark!

The corpse pit doesn't contain any human beings at all; it contains a demonic monster that devours living people!

"Brother Lei...why isn't the monkey moving?"

Hidden in a blind spot on the other side, his teeth chattered, his voice trembling like a leaf: "Should we...should we go in or not?"

"Go to hell! Skinny Monkey's already dead inside!"

Lei Zi growled in a low voice, his eyes flashing with the madness and ruthlessness of a desperate criminal driven to the brink: "There's a skilled, living devil in there. He kills in the dark without making a sound. His skills are probably better than my fucking master's! If we go in, we'll just be his lambs!"

"what?"

His accomplice was visibly stunned, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Lei Zi knew all too well who his master was. Back in the day, he was a top-notch bandit in the northern desert who single-handedly took down half a gang of bandits with just two butcher knives! Even Lei Zi said that the person inside was even more skilled than his master. So what kind of monster was crouching in this dark hole?

His accomplice swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Then... what do we do? Brother Lei, should we retreat?"

"Withdraw? There's so much money in there, I'll bite off a piece of gold even if it kills me!" Lei Zi stared intently at the impenetrable darkness at the landslide opening, his eyes filled with a sinister, deathly will.

As he stared intently at the impenetrable darkness at the cave entrance, he gritted his teeth and ordered his remaining two accomplices, "Take off your cotton-padded coats! Pour all the liquor you've got on them onto the coats! Go find some dry branches and rotten wood near the entrance! Light a fire and throw it in!"

"This landslide opening is a dead end; there's definitely no ventilation inside! Since he won't come out, I'll smoke him alive into a piece of cured meat today!"

Listening to Lei Zi's insidious arrangements outside, Zhao Shanhe, hiding in a deep, dark corner, showed no emotion in his eyes.

He completely ignored the blood-sucking corpse on the ground, instead kneeling on one knee in the mud, expertly examining the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle he had just captured.

The gun was well-maintained; the barrel still retained the warmth of the skinny monkey's palm.

Zhao Shanhe tucked the magazine in his hand with his thumb, weighing it in his hand. It was packed full of thirty brass bullets.

He slung the canvas ammunition pouch he had taken from the skinny monkey over his shoulder, supported the handguard with his left hand, and silently flicked the safety lever with his right thumb.

Click.

A faint metallic clang, barely audible to him.

The cold butt of the gun pressed against his shoulder, and that familiar, destructive metallic feel instantly traveled through Zhao Shanhe's entire body.

Although bolt-action shotguns have a long range, they can only fire one bullet in a short time, which is insufficient for suppressive fire.

But with this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in hand, it meant that in this narrow mine, Zhao Shanhe was no longer the one being suppressed by firepower.

Outside in the mine tunnels, the sounds of liquid being poured out and extremely hurried footsteps could be heard.

The strong smell of cheap liquor mixed with the acrid smell of burning wood began to flow back into the depths of the landslide area with the cold wind.

A faint orange-red light flickered violently at the dark entrance of the mine, illuminating Lei Zi's ferocious and distorted face.

"Light it! Throw it in! Smoke him to death!" Lei Zi roared madly.