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

The smoke grew thicker and thicker.

At first, it was rolling along the top of the cave, but soon it was up to half a person's height.

The toxic fumes, a mixture of yellow and black, carried a pungent, acrid smell, and seemed to dry out the air wherever they passed.

Black Dragon let out a muffled, agitated roar, instinctively burying its nose into the mud.

The Azure Dragon, being more experienced, pressed its entire large head down firmly, its nose and mouth pressed against the cold, damp mud to avoid the smog pressing down from above.

Zhao Shanhe lay motionless on the ground.

The closer it got to the point where the King of Hell was knocking on his door, the colder the glint in his eyes became, and the clearer his mind became, as if it were frozen solid.

He had a very clear plan in mind.

Lei Zi's plan was indeed brilliant. This landslide was a dead end with no way out, and using smoke fumigation was the cheapest and most ruthless method.

But these unorthodox individuals overlooked one thing.

Cigarettes can indeed suffocate a person.

But before it kills people with its fumes, it can also blind the person who starts the fire.

The tunnel wasn't stagnant. The toxic fumes that rushed in collided with the cold, stagnant air deep inside the mine, and most of them were pushed back out through the cracks in the stone walls and by the air pressure.

Zhao Shanhe ripped off half of the tattered cotton-padded jacket from the skinny monkey's body, pressed it hard into the mud until it was soaked, and covered his mouth and nose tightly.

He wrapped the two dogs' short leashes around his waist and whispered in a low voice, "Stay close."

With his left hand he grabbed the back of the skinny monkey's collar, and with his right hand he held the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle. Like a crocodile, he pressed himself against the mud, inch by inch, towards the dead corner of the bend inside the cave entrance.

Outside, the mine tunnel had become a boiling cauldron of poison.

The black smoke that billowed out grew thicker and thicker.

The third brother frantically tried to fan the inside with tattered clothes, but he was choked and coughed violently. His tears and snot were all mixed together, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

"Cough cough... Brother Lei, this smoke is too strong!"

The third brother, his eyes and nose stinging from the fumes, frantically wiped his eyes with his dirty sleeve, barely able to hold his gun steady. "It's full of poisonous smoke inside. That kid's definitely dead. Shall we step back and catch our breath?"

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

Lei Zi also choked and frowned, but like a hungry wolf smelling blood, he stared intently at the churning black fog: "We can't retreat now! If those of us outside can't take it, those inside can't take it either. To survive, he'll rush out in a minute. This is a critical moment! Hold your guns steady! Shoot whatever you hear or see!"

The moment Lei Zi finished speaking.

From the depths of the smoke-filled bend, the sound of footsteps being waded through muddy water suddenly came from.

Splat, splat. The sounds were rapid and heavy, accompanied by the rustling of clothes against the rock wall, sounding like someone who had finally been pushed to their limit by the poisonous smoke and was frantically running out of the way.

Lei Zi's triangular eyes narrowed sharply, his nerves instantly tightening: "Did you hear that! This bastard can't hold back anymore! Hit him!"

The third brother was startled and quickly braced himself against the butt of the gun against his shoulder, tightly closing his eyes which were stinging from the smoke, and his finger gripped the trigger.

next second.

A huge black shadow, accompanied by a whistling sound, suddenly pounced out from the dead end of the bend in the thick smoke and headed straight for the bonfire outside.

"It's out!" The third brother let out a distorted scream. His rationality completely collapsed under the pressure. He closed his eyes and frantically licked the fire.

Bang bang bang bang!

The Type 56 semi-automatic rifle instantly spat out a half-foot-long orange-red tongue of fire, and a dense barrage of bullets slammed into the dark figure, tearing flesh and blood apart, before crashing heavily against the fire.

With the help of the scattered sparks, the third brother was able to make out the details.

That wasn't a living person at all; it was clearly the skinny corpse of a monkey that had been beaten into a rag bag!

In that instant when the third brother's gunshots stopped and his mind went blank for a moment...

Zhao Shanhe made a move.

Like a cold-blooded venomous snake gliding close to the ground, he silently slipped out from the gap beneath the thick smoke during the half-second that the corpse flew out to provide cover.

The captured Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his hand was already held steadily in front of his chest.

The muzzle flash from the third brother's furious firing was the deadliest target in the dimly lit mine tunnel.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even blink, his index finger coldly pressing down.

boom!

A crisp, single-shot burst ripped through the wind, snow, and acrid smell.

The brass bullet, with its terrifying penetrating force, instantly pierced through the third brother's forehead.

The face, still bearing the marks of fear and astonishment, suddenly froze, and a gruesome burst of blood erupted from the forehead.

Before the third brother could even scream, he fell straight backward like a chopped-down log, crashing heavily into the mud.

Zhao Shanhe's movements did not pause for even half a second because of this kill.

Before the muzzle flash from the gun that killed the third brother had completely dissipated, he pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulder and thrust it hard, using the recoil to twist his wrist sharply. The cold barrel instantly drew a tiny fan shape in the darkness.

The crosshair was locked on the faintly visible dark shadow behind the blind spot of the rock wall.

boom!boom!

Two consecutive, extremely crisp bursts of fire, the brass bullets whistling through the air, slammed into Lei Zi's hiding place.

Lei Zi, as expected of a veteran bandit who fought his way out of prison, has a sense of danger that is even more acute than that of a wild beast.

In the instant the third brother was shot and fell to the ground, and the campfire was smashed apart, he didn't care about his brother's life or death. His hair stood on end, and on instinct, he did an extremely embarrassing lazy roll behind the pile of waste ore next to him.

puff!

Two bullets flew past Lei Zi's scalp, striking the cold rock wall hard.

The sharp, flying pebbles exploded like shrapnel, instantly slicing more than a dozen bloody gashes across half of Lei Zi's face, and even slicing off a small piece of flesh from his left ear.

"ah--"

Lei Zi let out a miserable howl like a wounded beast, but his movements were extremely ruthless.

He didn't even bother to wipe the blood off his face. He lay down in the mud and, relying on his memory of the flash of Zhao Shanhe's gun, picked up his rifle and pulled the trigger without even looking.

Bang bang bang!

Flames roared as a barrage of blind-fire bullets swept across the ground, scattering mud and ice shards everywhere in front of Zhao Shanhe.

This relentless, suicidal firepower forced Zhao Shanhe, who was about to get up, back into a corner.

Lei Zi never expected those shots to kill anyone.

He fired wildly while crawling backwards through the mud on his hands and feet, like a venomous snake desperately trying to burrow back into its hole, his voice filled with extreme fear and madness.

"Er Mazi! Are you fucking dead?! Open fire! Suppress him with fire!"

As Lei Zi retreated, he screamed hysterically at his remaining accomplice.

The other accomplice, who had been guarding the outer blind spot, suddenly realized what was happening and was so frightened that he picked up his gun and started firing wildly at the bend in the road where thick smoke was billowing.

A dense hail of bullets struck the rock face, sending sparks flying, and deafening gunfire echoed throughout the mine shaft.

Zhao Shanhe lay prone in the cold mud, letting the flying pebbles hit his back without even flinching.

He did not retaliate.

At this point, charging headlong into the crossfire of two rifles would be something only a fool would do.

He reached out to soothe the restless Azure Dragon and Black Dragon beside him, a chilling glint slowly spreading across his lips.

The enemy's magazine capacity is only ten rounds.

This kind of reckless, indiscriminate firing can only last for a few seconds at most.

The moment the gunfire stopped was the moment he would reap the last two lives.