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

The toxic fumes that filled the mine were mostly dispersed by the cold wind that rushed in, leaving only the pungent smell of blood and the acrid smell of burning rotten wood.

Zhao Shanhe wiped the hunting knife clean on Er Mazi's tattered cotton-padded jacket, then tucked it back into his waistband.

He ignored the several dead bodies on the ground, turned around and strode to the edge of the mud pit, where he knelt down on one knee.

The Azure Dragon was lying in the cold mud, breathing heavily.

Just now, Lei Zi swung the butt of his rifle very hard before he died, and it hit Lao Gou's shoulder solidly. Now, half of his arm is swollen high.

Zhao Shanhe stretched out his rough, large hands and carefully pinched Qinglong's swollen shoulder blades twice to make sure the bones weren't broken.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief and casually stroked the dog's wet fur: "Is the old buddy alright?"

The Azure Dragon let out a low whimper, raised its large head, and stuck out its warm tongue to lick Zhao Shanhe's blood-stained hand.

Seemingly sensing its owner's emotions, the battle-hardened old dog snorted loudly.

It gritted its teeth, propped itself up on its injured front leg, and stood up from the mud with a shaky but unusually determined stance. It shook off the mud, and its eerie green eyes regained their fierce light.

The black dragon also came over, sniffed around the green dragon a couple of times, and after confirming that its companion was alright, it suddenly turned its head and let out a low, warning growl into the darkness at the deepest part of the landslide opening.

Zhao Shanhe's eyes narrowed, and he immediately picked up a clean Type 56 semi-automatic rifle from the ground and cocked it.

"go."

He lowered his voice.

The two dogs immediately understood.

Black Dragon led the way, with Green Dragon dragging half its body behind, as they disappeared into the depths of the landslide opening.

Zhao Shanhe followed him inside, keeping close to the stone wall and making almost no sound.

There was no sound of living people breathing inside.

The pale beam of the flashlight swept across the bottom of the pit, and Zhao Shanhe's eyes instantly darkened.

Scarface Liu, whom he had just knocked unconscious, had vanished into thin air.

The place where people had been was now empty, with only a pool of blood mixed with mud and water, and two stiff corpses beside it. Several blind bats, startled by the gunshot, were frantically bumping around on the cave ceiling.

The black dragon let out a low growl and ran to a pile of seemingly collapsed and blocked waste ore on the right. It kept digging at the frozen soil with its claws and sniffing the cracks in the rocks with its big nose.

Zhao Shanhe strode over and placed his palm on the crack that the black dragon had dug open.

It's windy.

A chilling wind, carrying the distinctive scent of withered leaves from the old forest, was seeping into the cracks in the rocks, its chilling touch on the palms like needles.

Zhao Shanhe narrowed his eyes, and instantly understood.

No wonder Lei and his gang lit such a strong cloud of toxic smoke outside. Logically, this landslide opening should be a dead end; the people inside should suffocate within ten minutes. But the black smoke dissipated extremely quickly after reaching half a person's height. It turns out there was a leaky opening hidden deep inside.

That old dog Han Laowai, as expected, didn't turn his own den into a dead end.

This place looks like a landslide, but actually there are several large rocks inside that are still standing.

Normally, it's sealed with frozen mud, but in a pinch, you can dig through the rocks and find a dog hole to crawl through.

Scarface Liu had obviously woken up midway through the fight and, taking advantage of the gunfire outside and the poisonous smoke filling the cave, slipped away through the dark passage amidst the chaos.

A flashlight beam swept across the crack in the rock, and there were still a few yellow hairs hanging from the edge of Scarface Liu's tattered leather coat.

Zhao Shanhe, holding his gun, didn't rush to dig through the dog hole.

He knew all too well the ways of Scarface Liu, a seasoned veteran. If he chased after him now, that bastard might be hiding behind some tree, aiming a gun at the dog hole, waiting to blow his head off.

More importantly, now that Scarface Liu has escaped, there is only one place he can and must go in this icy, snowy old forest.

That one was built at the west end of Qingshi Town, in the back alley of the old leather goods shop.

Zhao Shanhe removed several Type 56 magazines from the ground, picked out two fully loaded ones, and stuffed them into his pocket.

He didn't get up immediately, but turned back to Qinglong, who was limping, and applied cold snow to the old dog's swollen shoulder. He then cut off strips of coarse cloth to make an extremely tight cross bandage, severely restricting the movement of the injured leg.

"Walk slowly, follow behind Black Dragon." Zhao Shanhe patted the dog's head and instructed in a low voice.

After doing all this, he stood up again and picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

Zhao Shanhe looked up at the old forest outside where the wind was howling, and the murderous intent in his eyes condensed back into frost.

Since they want to play the game of stalking the cicada from behind, let's see who the real kingpin in this forest is.

"Walk."

Zhao Shanhe gave a brief command, then, with his two dogs, disappeared into the howling snow without looking back.

……

At the west end of Qingshi Town, behind Liu's Leather Shop.

There were no large lights in the room, only a small kerosene lamp on the kang table.

The flames flickered in the cold wind seeping through the crack in the door, casting flickering light on Han Laowai's bloodied and mangled face, making him look like a ghostly face just dug out of a grave.

Han Laowai leaned against the cold corner of the wall, his right hand wrapped up like a blood gourd, and half of his body swaying uncontrollably.

This wasn't cold; it was the excruciating pain of a severed finger piercing his heart, throbbing along his nerves and drilling into the top of his head, making his vision go black in waves.

But even more agonizing than the excruciating pain is the waiting process.

Scarface Liu has been gone for too long.

Logically speaking, that bastard should have returned by now to give us a straight answer, even if the snow made travel difficult, after taking the gold bars and going to the mountain pass to meet Lei Zi and his gang of desperados.

But now, apart from the howling white wind, it's so quiet outside that not even a dog barks.

Han Laowai's cloudy, yellowish old eyes gradually darkened.

"Scarface Liu..."

He chewed those three words with extreme force, keeping them between his teeth.

Could that old fox have simply swallowed the gold bars and run away?

Even more terrifying thoughts appeared in his mind: what if that bastard Scarface Liu was even more ruthless?

What if he took the money and went directly to Zhao Shanhe instead of going to Lei Zi?

He slapped the gold bars in front of that little beast, revealing his entire background of hiring a killer.

Then use Zhao Shanhe's knife to kill yourself!

The moment these thoughts popped into his head, they were like a poisoned iron nail hammered into his brain, digging deeper and deeper, causing Han Laowai's internal organs to churn.

He knows all too well the lowlifes in the underworld.

Scarface Liu usually bows and scrapes to Han Ye's face and calls him "Master Han," but deep down he's just a hungry dog ​​that pounces on blood at the mere smell of it.

Six large, pure yellow croakers, two thousand yuan in cash, plus half a box of old treasures hidden at the bottom of Blind Man's Gully.

This enormous fortune is enough to make any stray dog ​​turn on its master and bite him.

The room was deathly quiet, with only the faint sound of the lamp wick crackling.

The more Han Laowai thought about it, the more his facial muscles twitched, and the more venomous his eyes became.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his right hand, and slowly moved his body, silently reaching for the edge of the kang mat with his only remaining left hand.

There was a skinning dagger commonly used by butchers lying there.

The knife is not long, but it is extremely narrow and sharp. It has been used for years to remove bones and skin, and the blade has been worn down to have a cold blue sheen.

Han Laowai gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, the cold hilt slightly suppressing the evil fire in his heart.

Killing someone doesn't necessarily require a gun.

As long as there's any movement outside the door, whether it's Scarface Liu, who's swallowed money and wants to silence someone, or Zhao Shanhe, who's come seeking revenge with a knife, as long as they get close, this blood-soaked dagger can still swiftly rip open their throat.