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On the ridge, the dark muzzle of the submachine gun was still tirelessly spitting out tongues of fire.

The bullets rained down like a free barrage, blasting everything in the depression to smithereens.

Mud splattered everywhere, broken branches and rotten leaves mingled together, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of gunpowder and blood.

"Director Wang...save me...my leg..."

In the middle of the open space, a young police officer's left leg was ripped open by shrapnel, leaving a deep gash that exposed the bone. He crawled desperately in the mud, but with each movement, the blood flowed even more violently from behind.

Another officer's eyes were burned by the blast wave; he rolled on the ground, clutching his face and letting out painful screams.

"Damn it, I'll fight them to the death!"

In the mud pit, Wang Jianguo watched his young men waiting to die outside, his eyes bloodshot. He shoved the men around him, grabbed a semi-automatic rifle from the ground, and charged out.

A hand, like a red-hot iron clamp, pressed down firmly on his shoulder.

"Don't go and get yourself killed."

Lu Qingshan's voice was low and devoid of warmth, but its undeniable force made the enraged Wang Jianguo freeze.

"Let them go!" Wang Jianguo roared, turning around. "I can't just stand by and watch them die out there!"

"If you rush out now, it won't change anything except adding another corpse."

Lu Qingshan's hand on his shoulder remained motionless, but his eyes were fixed on the intermittent firelight on the mountain beam.

The gunfire there was rhythmic.

A burst of rapid fire, followed by a brief pause, and then another burst.

Lu Qingshan's brain was working at lightning speed, taking into account the gunshots, bullet trajectories, and the movement of the dense fog.

Wang Jianguo tried to struggle, but Lu Qingshan's words pinned him to the spot.

"He changed magazines in just two seconds."

"What?" Wang Jianguo was stunned.

"From the moment the gunfire stopped until it rang out again, two seconds. This is the only chance." As Lu Qingshan spoke, all the muscles in his body were taut like a fully drawn bow.

Wang Jianguo followed his gaze and saw only a thick fog and flickering firelight; he couldn't discern any rhythm at all.

Just then, the gunfire on the ridge stopped abruptly.

"call out--"

A very short and sharp whistle suddenly shot out from between Lu Qingshan's teeth, like an invisible needle, instantly piercing the deathly silence of the forest.

Almost at the same moment the whistle blew, two shadows suddenly shot out from the bushes on the side of the depression!

One yellow, one black!

Rhubarb and Greentail!

They made no sound, their limbs close to the ground, using every ditch and bush as cover, like two lightning bolts flying close to the ground, silently flanking the side and rear of the mountain ridge from downwind!

On the mountain ridge.

The bandit leader, Lei Dong, had just emptied a magazine and was grinning maliciously as he prepared to replace it with a new one.

"Damn it, a bunch of useless cops, not even enough to fill my teeth..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ah Jiu, the one-eyed man on guard beside him, suddenly let out a scream that was not human!

"ah--!"

Lei Dong suddenly turned his head and saw a dark shadow burst out from the waist-high grass. Qingwei's mouth, full of fangs, had already bitten through Ajiu's right forearm, which was holding a dagger!

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Blood gushed out of Ah Jiu's arm like a fountain!

"You beast!" Lei Dong exclaimed, both shocked and furious.

However, before he could turn his gun around, a huge yellow figure crashed into him from the other side!

With all his might, Dahuang slammed into Lei Dong's waist like a cannonball!

"Bang!"

Lei Dong felt as if he had been hit in the waist with a sledgehammer, and he lost his balance and staggered several steps to the side.

He suddenly raised the muzzle of his submachine gun, and a long string of bullets shot into the gray sky!

The firepower network blocking the depression was torn open with a fatal gap!

It's now!

Lu Qingshan moved in the mud pit.

He was like a cheetah that had been lying in wait for a long time. The moment the gun barrel was raised, he pounced out from behind the cover!

Instead of standing up and running, he pressed his body as low as possible and slid rapidly across the ground using the slippery mud!

Ten meters is covered in the blink of an eye!

His hands moved with lightning speed, grabbing the belts of the two seriously injured police officers one by one with pinpoint accuracy.

"rise!"

Lu Qingshan let out a low growl, his waist and abdomen instantly exerting force, and his terrifying core strength exploded to its limit at this moment!

He actually dragged two adult men, each weighing 150 or 160 pounds, out of the mud and swung them in an arc before throwing them heavily into the boulder shelter behind him!

The whole process was so fast it was dazzling!

On the mountain ridge, Lei Dong was knocked around and was completely disoriented. After regaining his balance, he saw this scene and was so angry that his lungs felt like they were going to explode!

The duck that was about to be eaten has flown away!

"Holy shit!"

He turned his gun around and slammed the butt of it into Big Yellow, who had already retreated halfway!

"Ouch!" Big Yellow let out a painful groan, rolling twice on the ground after being hit.

Seeing this, Qingwei released the bloody, mangled flesh from its mouth, immediately turned around to protect Dahuang, and the two dogs limped and leaped into the deep pit, disappearing instantly into the thick fog.

Before jumping, Qingwei's cold, beastly eyes stared intently at Lei Dong, firmly imprinting the strong stench of sweat and gunpowder on him into its sense of smell.

Behind the bunker, the two young police officers who had narrowly escaped death collapsed in the mud. One was hugging his legs and sobbing, while the other covered his eyes and gasped for breath, repeatedly muttering, "Thank you... thank you..."

Wang Jianguo stared blankly at all of this, his face deathly pale.

He looked at the rifle in his hand, which had only fired two bullets, and then at the police officers and militiamen in his ranks, whose morale was completely shattered and who were more than half dead or wounded.

He finally regained full consciousness.

This isn't an arrest, this is suicide.

With just a few dozen men, they would be nothing more than easy targets for the desperados on the other side in this old forest.

Lu Qingshan got up from the ground and wiped the mud off his face expressionlessly.

He took the old double-barreled shotgun from his waist and weighed it in his hand.

Then, he pulled two single-shot pellets, each thicker than a thumb, from his belt.

"Click".

The first bullet was loaded into the chamber.

"Click".

The second one.

The sound of metal clashing was frighteningly crisp on this chaotic battlefield.

He stood up, his tall figure in the gray mist resembling a silent stone statue.

"Director Wang."

He spoke, his voice as cold as ice in the mountains.

"Clean up the wounded and take your men down the mountain."

"The authorities can no longer control what happens in the old forest."

Lu Qingshan turned around, leaving Wang Jianguo with only a resolute back view and a resounding sentence.

"I'll take care of it."