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

The boning knife in Ma San's hand froze in mid-air. His mind went blank for a moment, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

He slowly lowered his head.

He looked at the knife in his hand.

He then looked around at his brothers who were already squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at the row of uniformed police officers a dozen meters away, and the dark muzzles of their guns.

The blinding headlights illuminated the village entrance as brightly as day. Although it was springtime, the cold night wind still carried a biting chill, howling across everyone's faces and stirring up the unmelted snow and mud on the ground.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

A dozen or so heavily armed police officers advanced in a semi-circle, their leather boots creaking and crunching on the frozen dirt road with a rhythmic and heavy thud, each step feeling like a blow to Ma San's heart.

No one dared to utter a sound.

The second brother and his gang of thugs, who were usually so arrogant, now had their heads buried between their knees, their bodies trembling like withered leaves in a storm. The steel pipes and machetes lying on the ground gleamed with a cold, blinding white light under the bright sun.

The sights of more than a dozen Type 56 semi-automatic rifles and pistols were steadily locked onto Ma San.

If he dared to extend the knife in his hand by just three inches, or make any sudden, excessive movement, the firing pin on the other side would instantly send the bullet into his flesh.

Ma San was breathing heavily, a puff of white breath coming out from the corner of his chapped mouth, which was quickly dispersed by the cold wind.

On this dirt road, blinded by the bright lights, he stood there all alone, unable to move forward or backward, like a crippled wolf cornered by countless hunting rifles.

Then, in this suffocating silence, Ma San stiffly moved his eyes to the side, past the row of dark gun barrels, and bumped into Zhao Shanhe, who was standing a few steps away.

At some point, the middle-aged policeman who had led the team out of the police car earlier had already walked up to Zhao Shanhe.

The two people were standing by the roadside.

Zhao Shanhe had one hand in his cotton-padded jacket pocket and a cigarette between his fingers. He was tilting his head and whispering something to the middle-aged policeman.

The middle-aged policeman frowned after hearing this, glanced at the large pile of machetes and steel pipes on the ground, and said something else.

Zhao Shanhe smiled casually.

He even reached out and offered the other person a cigarette.

The middle-aged policeman waved his hand, not taking it, and muttered a curse under his breath. The two of them stood there next to the blinding headlights, chatting idly.

Seemingly sensing Ma San's intense gaze, Zhao Shanhe casually turned his head and gave him a light glance.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhao Shanhe's lips curled slightly upwards, revealing a very shallow yet extremely contemptuous smile.

He then looked away as if he hadn't seen anything and turned back to continue talking to the middle-aged policeman.

"Are your ears stuffed with donkey hair?!"

A young policeman standing a few steps away saw that Ma San still had the knife in his hand and his eyes were still fixed on Zhao Shanhe's direction. His face instantly darkened, and he took a heavy step forward, pressing the muzzle of his gun forward, and shouted sharply:

"What are you looking at?!"

"You dare to commit violence with a knife in front of the police?!"

"I told you to put down the knife! Didn't you hear me?!"

"This is the last warning!"

"Throw your weapon on the ground, put your hands behind your head, and crouch down!"

"If you dare take another half step forward, I'll shoot you right here and now!!"

Two other police officers quickly moved in, their dark gun barrels locked onto Ma San, issuing a stern warning:

"This is the last warning!"

"Put down your weapons immediately! Cover your head and crouch down!"

"If you resist again, we'll shoot!!"

One stern rebuke after another crashed down in the night wind.

Hearing this menacing warning, Ma San not only did not loosen his grip, but instead tightened his hold on the boning knife even more.

He knew he was truly doomed this time.

If they just brought their brothers here tonight to seek revenge and cause trouble, even if they get arrested by the police station, it would at most be considered a gang fight, and they would only be sentenced to a few years before being released.

Judging from the friendly and familiar manner of Zhao Shanhe and the police officer in charge, it's unlikely that they will let him off easily. They will investigate along this line and thoroughly uncover all the bad things and evil deeds he has done in his life!

Those shady underground gambling operations, extortionate loan sharking, sordid practices that force women into prostitution, and even the blood debts of breaking people's limbs and throwing them into the wilderness in the past...

Once everything is fully exposed, given the current strict legal policies, he could be executed ten times over!

Rather than being dragged into the police station like a dead dog to endure endless interrogation and finally being shot at the execution ground, it's better to take Zhao Shanhe, the culprit who pushed him into the abyss of no return, with him to die together!

Thinking of this, Ma San's chest heaved violently a few times, and he suddenly let out a long sigh of extreme exhaustion and despair.

The bloodshot in his eyes lessened slightly, and he hunched over, revealing a dejected look of complete resignation and readiness to surrender.

"Officer, please don't shoot... I admit defeat, I'll give up, I'll give up right now..."

While mumbling incoherently, Ma San obediently bent down, pretending to throw the boning knife in his right hand into the mud.

Seeing Ma San's dejected and resigned appearance, the tense nerves of the police and villagers on guard around him subconsciously relaxed.

After all, more than a dozen thugs had already knelt down with their heads in their hands, and now he was the only one left standing, surrounded by dark gun barrels pointing at him. No one could see that he could cause any trouble.

The young police officer, Xiao Liu, standing a few steps away, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put away his service weapon.

however!

Just as Ma San bent down and the tip of his knife was about to touch the cold ground in a flash!

A fierce and sinister glint suddenly flashed across his ashen, scarred face!

"Die, Zhao Shanhe!!"

Taking advantage of the downward momentum, Ma San's muscles bulged out like springs in an instant. He stomped hard on the frozen mud with his back foot, and instead of throwing the knife, he gripped the hilt tightly with his other hand. Like a mad wolf, he slashed past Xiao Liu's side and, at an extremely tricky and vicious angle, stabbed straight at Zhao Shanhe's heart, who was standing by the roadside!

This turn of events happened as fast as lightning!

"Be careful, my country!!"

The middle-aged police officer leading the team's expression changed drastically, and he was about to draw his gun!

However, Zhao Shanhe, standing by the roadside, showed not a trace of panic in his eyes.

Just as the cold blade tip was only half a foot away from his chest, Zhao Shanhe suddenly pulled his right hand out of his cotton-padded jacket pocket!

They came from behind but surpassed others!

He suddenly shifted his body to the side, the blade almost grazing his cotton-padded coat.

The next instant, his right fist was already flying out with a piercing whistling sound!

"Bang!!"

The fist struck Ma squarely in the face!

"Snap—!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound suddenly rang out!

Ma San's nose collapsed on the spot, his entire face twisted violently from the punch, and several teeth mixed with scalding blood flew out of his mouth!

The immense penetrating force abruptly halted his forward momentum. Before he could react, Zhao Shanhe swiftly raised his foot and delivered a powerful, mountain-like kick to his heart!

"Bang!!"

Ma San's massive body, weighing over two hundred pounds, was kicked like a broken kite with a snapped string, sending him flying three or four meters through the air. The boning knife in his hand flew out of his grasp, and he crashed heavily onto the hard, cold frozen road!

"puff--"

Ma San coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest churning violently, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

But by this time, he had already been driven into an abyss of no return, his mind completely consumed by despair and hatred!

The excruciating pain did not bring him to his senses; instead, it stirred up the madness deep within him!

Ma San's head and face were covered in blood. He didn't even bother to get up. He lunged forward in the mud and grabbed a gleaming machete that one of the thugs had dropped!

"I'll kill you!!"

Ma San's eyes bulged out, and he roared as he lunged forward again, dragging his heavily injured body, charging towards Zhao Shanhe like a madman!

"Bang!!"

A sharp, piercing gunshot suddenly ripped through the deathly silence of the night!

Ma Sanqian's body suddenly stiffened, and a bright red blood hole instantly appeared in the center of his forehead!

The crazed and ferocious look on his face froze completely, and the cleaver he had raised high fell to the ground with a crisp "clang".

The next second, Ma San's massive body, like a piece of rotten wood that had completely lost its life, fell straight backward and crashed heavily onto the cold mud with a "thud." His limbs twitched weakly a couple of times, and then he became still.

The pungent smell of gunpowder and blood wafted on the night breeze.