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

Gunfire echoed through the mine like a torrential downpour.

Er Mazi and Lei Zi, wielding two Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, unleashed a torrent of ammunition, creating an impenetrable web of fire at the bend.

Mud and gravel were churned up by the bullets like plowing a field, slamming hard into Zhao Shanhe's back and leather hat.

Zhao Shanhe lay prone in the mud, his breathing extremely steady, like a lifeless clay sculpture.

He even silently counted the gunshots from the other side. One, two... five... eight...

When the count reached the tenth, the muzzle flash of Er Mazi's gun abruptly stopped, leaving only the "click" of an empty gun hanging up.

Almost at the same second, the gunfire from Lei Zi's side also stopped.

This high-intensity blind firing can empty a ten-round magazine in just a few seconds.

"Out of bullets! Quick, change them..." Er Mazi's tearful roar was only halfway through.

"go!"

Zhao Shanhe forced out a very short syllable. He abruptly untied the short rope wrapped around his waist.

The two vicious dogs, already driven mad by the gunshots and the smell of blood, shot out like two black lightning bolts from the blind spot at the bottom of the thick smoke the moment they were freed from their restraints!

Er Mazi was frantically reaching for the spare magazine in his waist when he felt a gust of foul odor hit him.

Before he could even see what it was, a huge black shadow slammed into his chest with terrifying force.

"Ah—what is that!"

That was a black dragon weighing nearly 90 pounds.

It gave Er Mazi no chance to resist at all, opening its stinking, fang-filled maw and biting down hard on Er Mazi's right arm where he was holding the gun!

Click!

The dull thud of bones breaking and Er Mazi's pig-like screams rang out at the same time.

The sharp canine teeth pierced through the thick, tattered cotton-padded coat and embedded themselves deep into Er Mazi's forearm bone, causing the Type 56 pistol in his hand to slam directly to the ground.

On the other hand, Lei Zi's reload speed is much faster.

He had just slammed the new magazine in and hadn't even had time to pull the bolt when he saw an even larger blue wolfhound lunging at him along the ground.

Qinglong's eyes gleamed with an eerie green light in the dim light, and the wildness that seemed capable of tearing a person apart made even the old bandit Lei Zi's scalp tingle.

"Get out of here! You beast!"

Lei Zi didn't have time to raise his gun and aim, so he could only swing the heavy wooden butt of the gun and smash it hard against Qinglong's head.

Bang! The butt of the gun slammed solidly onto Qinglong's shoulder, causing the old dog to let out a muffled groan, his body tilting to one side as he fell into the mud.

But for Zhao Shanhe, that half-second delay was enough to decide his life or death.

Just as Lei Zi swung his gun butt, leaving the center of the gun wide open...

Zhao Shanhe, like an ancient ferocious beast that had suddenly sprung up, used the slippery mud to quickly close the distance and lunge forward.

The captured Type 56 semi-automatic pistol in his hand was already held steady, the sights fixed on Lei Zi's chest, and his index finger pressed the trigger without hesitation.

Click.

A faint yet deadly blast of air.

The gun had just been smashed into the bloody mud along with the skinny monkey's corpse, and then dragged along by Zhao Shanhe for half a day, so the bolt was completely jammed by a mixture of ice shards and bat droppings.

For an ordinary person, that deadly "click" in a life-or-death situation would absolutely leave them speechless and frozen in place.

But there wasn't even a ripple in Zhao Shanhe's eyes.

Without any hesitation, he thrust his hands forward, using the heavy rifle as a projectile, and smashed it hard into Lei Zi's face.

Lei Zigang smashed Qinglong with the butt of his rifle and was about to pull the bolt to give Zhao Shanhe, who had rushed out, another shot when a dark shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes.

boom!

The heavy wooden gunstock slammed solidly into Lei Zi's face.

The muffled sound of his nasal bone shattering was extremely crisp. Lei Zi let out a scream that was not human, staggered back two steps with his face covered in blood, and the rifle in his hand went off accidentally, hitting the rock wall at the top of the cave.

In that very second when he lost his balance.

Zhao Shanhe had already pressed himself against it completely, and with his right hand, he slid down to his lower back with remarkable ease, and the incredibly thick "Broken Spine" hunting knife instantly fell into his palm.

Lei Zi was also an extremely ruthless character. Even though his nose was smashed and he was in excruciating pain, he still relied on his bandit instincts and instantly pulled a triangular scraper from his trouser leg with his left hand. Like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, he stabbed Zhao Shanhe in the stomach.

Once you're stabbed by this thing, the three blood grooves can drain your blood instantly.

But Zhao Shanhe's actions were even more cold-blooded and violent than his.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his left hand like an iron clamp, precisely gripping Lei Zi's wrist holding the knife, and using the force of Lei Zi's forward momentum, he suddenly twisted it to the side.

With a sharp crack, Lei Zi's wrist was dislocated, and the triangular scraper fell limply into the muddy water.

There were no fancy moves or tricks.

With a terrifying whoosh, Zhao Shanhe's hunting knife, held in his right hand, cleaved into Lei Zi's left neck with extreme cruelty, like a guillotine.

puff!

This knife is far too heavy.

The blade not only instantly severed Lei Zi's carotid artery, but also became lodged deep into his cervical vertebrae.

A stream of scalding blood shot out like a high-pressure water gun, splattering half of Zhao Shanhe's face.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even blink; his eyes were colder than the ice in the deep pit.

He raised his large foot, clad in heavy rubber boots, and kicked Lei Zi hard in the chest, using the recoil to pull out the hunting knife.

Lei Zi's body, like a ripped blood bag, slammed straight into the mud full of ice shards. His limbs twitched violently twice before he became a corpse.

In the mud pit not far away, Er Mazi was still being bitten on the arm by Heilong. He watched helplessly as Lei Zi was cleaved in two with a single blow. He was so frightened that he couldn't even scream. A fishy smell instantly filled his crotch.

Zhao Shanhe slowly turned around, carrying the "Broken Spine" hunting knife that was still dripping with thick blood.

He didn't wipe the blood splattered on his face. Like a demon who had just torn apart the alpha wolf, he walked step by step toward Er Mazi through the icy mud.

The heavy military boots made a chilling "splat" sound as they stepped into the mud.

"Relax."

Zhao Shanhe coldly forced out two words.

The black dragon let out a low growl of resentment, immediately loosening its fangs that were tightly gripping Er Mazi's arm, and retreated to Zhao Shanhe's feet, its eerie green eyes still fixed on its prey on the ground.

Er Mazi clutched his bloodied and mangled right arm, collapsing to the ground like a rag doll.

As Zhao Shanhe walked up to him, his tall figure completely blocking out the remaining flames, he trembled as if he had been soaking in an ice cave for three days and three nights.

"Grandpa... Ancestor! Don't kill me!"

"I'm a hardened criminal who escaped from a major prison up north! There's an 800 yuan reward posted at the police station!"

Snot and tears mixed with mud streamed down Er Mazi's face as he desperately pulled out his bargaining chips: "Tie me up and hand me over! Eight hundred yuan is all yours! Plus these two Type 56 rifles on the ground, that's enough for you to live comfortably for years to come! I swear I'll cooperate completely, I'm willing to turn myself in!"

Zhao Shanhe couldn't be bothered to listen to even a single word of nonsense.

A rough, large hand suddenly reached out, grabbed Er Mazi's hair, and forcefully pulled his tear-streaked face upwards.

Er Mazi's wailing stopped abruptly as he stared intently at the heavy hunting knife that drew a cold arc in the darkness.

puff.

Without any unnecessary movements, the heavy blade sliced ​​precisely across Er Mazi's throat, the sharp edge instantly severing his trachea and carotid artery.

Er Mazi clutched his bleeding neck tightly with both hands, his throat emitting a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.

His eyes were wide with despair as he writhed and struggled violently in the mud, his legs kicking wildly on the ice.

Zhao Shanhe coldly watched him exhaust his last bit of life force in the mud and water.

Only when the body was completely stiff and no longer moving did he slowly bend down and wipe the bloodstains from the blade clean little by little on Er Mazi's tattered cotton-padded jacket.