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

The old boiler room was located at the westernmost part of the Hongxing Machinery Factory.

In the early years when the factory was thriving, coal ash flew everywhere all day long, and when the boiler was lit, the rumbling sound could be heard throughout half the factory area.

Later, the factory replaced the boiler room, and this place gradually fell into disuse.

The walls were blackened by smoke, two windows were broken, and only a few broken planks remained nailed to the walls. The roof leaked in several places, and there were still puddles of dark, dirty water in the corners of the walls from last night's rain.

The air was thick with dampness, the smell of coal ash, and a lingering musty odor.

Several planks salvaged from a waste pile were laid on the ground, with burlap sacks and old cotton-padded coats on top. A dozen or so men from Kaoshantun were crammed into this small space.

Some people had dirty strips of cloth wrapped around their arms.

Some people even had bruises on their faces.

Someone was leaning against the wall with their eyes closed, their lips dry and chapped, and they were still frowning in their half-asleep state.

Dazhuang sat at the very back, his thick arms resting on his knees, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

"Big Zhuang! Big Zhuang!"

Suddenly, a series of staggering footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by a distorted and strained shout.

Like a wolf whose tail had been stepped on, Dazhuang sprang up from the wooden plank, strode over, and yanked open the rickety wooden door.

As the wind blew in, three figures stumbled and crashed through the threshold.

The monkey and another brother held onto Erzhuzi's arms tightly.

Erzhuzi's head drooped, a horrifying gash on his forehead, thick blood dripping down his eyebrows, staining a large patch of his gray cloth jacket red.

The other two people who went out with him weren't much better off.

One had a bruised nose, a split mouth, and his chest and clothes were covered in footprints.

The other one was clutching his stomach, bending over every few steps, his face as white as paper.

He was still clutching a crumpled aluminum lunchbox tightly in his hand.

The men who had been half-dead in the boiler room were instantly awakened and swarmed around.

"How did this happen?!"

Da Zhuang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He grabbed Er Zhuzi's falling body and forced out the words through gritted teeth: "Who did this?"

The monkey, panting heavily, wiped the mud and blood from its face, its eyes bloodshot as it gritted its teeth: "Who else could it be? Those bastards from the security department led by Wang Guowei!"

His chest heaved violently, his fingernails digging deep into his palms: "The brothers haven't had a hot meal for days, they're so hungry their stomachs are churning. We pooled together some money, planning to give them a little extra so they could buy some food from the workers after get off work to tide them over."

"As soon as I took the lunchbox, Wang Guowei and his gang pounced on me like mad dogs that had caught a whiff of something!"

"They immediately started accusing us of causing trouble and stealing workers' food supplies! They not only smashed our lunchboxes on the ground and trampled them, but Wang Guowei even kicked the worker who sold us the food, knocking him into the mud. They even took off his name tag!"

The brother next to him, whose nose was bruised and purple, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily, "Erzhuzi couldn't stand it, so he went up and argued with them."

"Those bastards were completely unreasonable!"

Another brother, clutching his stomach, gasped in pain, his voice trembling: "Wang Guowei didn't even waste a word. With a wave of his hand, seven or eight men came at us with metal-clad pipes and started beating us. We were outnumbered and unarmed, so we couldn't fight back at all. They just pinned us down in the mud and kicked us mercilessly!"

"Fuck the hell!"

After hearing this, Lao Hei kicked the broken iron bucket next to him, sending it flying with a loud bang.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged: "That beast Wang Guowei! He was involved when Tiezhu was beaten so badly! If I had known that bastard would be so vicious later, I should have killed that bastard when I went with Da Niu to take revenge!"

Old Hei gritted his teeth, ripped off the blood-soaked, filthy rag from his arm, and abruptly bent down to pull a rusty iron rod from under the scrap wood: "But it's not too late! We have to cripple this beast today! Who's with me!"

"I!"

"And me!"

The dozen or so half-dead men in the room all stood up.

They've been holding back for far too long these past two weeks.

Da Niu was arrested, Zhao Shanhe disappeared, and the factory workers, who had been watching coldly, gossiped and gloated behind his back every day.

These brothers who followed Brother Shanhe into the factory were clearly there to help guard the factory, the workshop, and the machines, but they worked themselves to the bone on the front lines every day.

In the end, they were denied food and sleep, and even when they used their hard-earned money to buy a hot meal, they were accused of robbing grain reserves and trampled on to death.

Who could swallow this insult?

"Walk!"

Old Hei grabbed the iron rod in his hand, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Go find Wang Guowei right now! Kill that bastard!"

A group of people, carrying their weapons, rushed out of the broken door in a flash.

"Clang!"

A dull, loud bang.

Da Zhuang suddenly raised the greasy iron rod in his hand and slammed it hard against the broken wooden door frame, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.

He stood like an iron tower, blocking the entrance and preventing everyone from getting through.

Old Black, who was at the very front, suddenly stopped.

He stared intently at Dazhuang with bloodshot eyes, his chest heaving, even swallowing back the "brother" he usually called out: "What, Dazhuang? You're going to stop the brothers from getting revenge?"

Da Zhuang's knuckles were pale as he gripped the iron rod, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. "It's not that we don't want to report it, it's just that we can't wait a little longer. Er Gai Zi has already gone to report it several days ago. Let's be patient for a few more days and wait for Brother Shan He to come back..."

"Endure? You teach me how to endure!"

Old Hei's eyes were bloodshot, and he slammed the iron rod he was holding heavily on the muddy ground: "How many times has this happened! The day before yesterday, Monkey went to the well in the back to get water and someone hit him on the back with a stick. Yesterday, I went out to use the outhouse and someone cornered me against the wall and kicked me for ages. Today, I went to buy some food and Erzhuzi almost had his head smashed!"

Old Hei let out a desperate, dying roar: "If this continues, we'll all be down before Brother Shanhe even gets back!"

He whirled around, took a step forward, pressed the iron rod against Dazhuang's chest, and gritted his teeth as he forced out the words: "Get out of my way now! Otherwise, from today onwards, I'll disown you as a brother!"

The boiler room was deathly silent, save for the heavy, rapid breathing of a dozen or so men.

Da Zhuang stared intently at Lao Hei's bloodshot eyes.

He raised his eyelids again, glancing at the pairs of burning eyes in the room, at the broken arms, swollen faces, and the blood and mud all over the floor.

The frustration, humiliation, and repression of the past two weeks finally burst through my skull at this moment.

He slowly loosened his grip on the cast iron rod, and with a "clang," the rod smashed into the muddy water.

Dazhuang stepped to the side, completely clearing the way through the broken wooden door.

Old Hei took a deep breath, his eyes red, grabbed the iron rod, and rushed out without looking back.

Inside the house, a dozen or so men, dragging their injured legs and clutching broken shovels and bricks, followed Lao Hei silently through gritted teeth, all rushing out into the windy vent.

Dazhuang stood by the broken door frame, watching his brothers stumble and walk away step by step.

He only turned around slowly after those figures had completely disappeared around the corner.

Da Zhuang strode to the broken wooden bed at the very back, ripped off the blood-stained tattered cotton-padded coat, tore open the tattered burlap sack underneath, and pulled out a long object tightly wrapped in a moisture-proof oilcloth from between the layers of the bed board.

He grabbed both ends of the oilcloth with both hands and gave it a sudden shake.

A gleaming old double-barreled shotgun was suddenly revealed.

The logs on the stock had long been polished to a shine by sweat, and the two thick, black metal barrels running side by side exuded a rugged and savage aura.

Da Zhuang gripped the gun barrel expressionlessly, his thumb pressing on the latch, and then he snapped his wrist hard.

"Click".

The gun barrel is folded in half.

He reached into the inner pocket of his close-fitting jacket, pulled out two red buckshot bullets, each about the thickness of a thumb, pinched them between two fingers, and deftly pushed them into the two dark gun barrels.

Da Zhuang held the gun by the bottom with his right hand and suddenly slammed it upwards.

"Snap!"

The dull, heavy metallic clanging sound was particularly jarring in the empty, dilapidated boiler room.

He flicked his thumb backward, deflecting both hammer blows.

He carried the weapon in one hand, strode across the threshold, and headed straight for the security department, facing the glaring sun outside.