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

Looking at Wang Dalei, whose thigh was shattered and who was still convulsing on the ground, looking at the young man who had lost consciousness with his collarbone shattered, and then looking at Zhao Shanhe, who was covered in blood and stood like a demon god.

Fear spread among the people like a plague.

"Run...run fast!!"

Someone shouted something, and the previously crowded group instantly erupted into chaos.

What ancestral rules and family laws, what about not being able to tolerate being bullied? They're all bullshit when it comes to your life.

The people in the back row turned around and squeezed towards the main entrance, while the people in the front row dropped their shovels and pickaxe handles and scrambled away from Zhao Shanhe, this scoundrel.

Did I say you were free to leave?

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a nail, firmly driven into everyone's ears.

Instead of chasing after the fleeing villagers, he turned and strode toward the red fire hydrant at the base of the office building.

There was a canvas hose coiled there, frozen solid in the dead of winter.

"Snap!"

Zhao Shanhe used one hand to tighten the valve, which made a screeching sound as it was turned all the way.

A sickening buzzing sound came from the fire hydrant, the roar of high-pressure water gathering power.

"Splash!"

The originally deflated canvas hose instantly sprang up like an inflated python, becoming taut and straight.

Zhao Shanhe picked up the heavy brass nozzle with one hand, as if carrying a mortar, turned around, and looked with a smile at the group of people who were still in a daze at the gate.

"I see you all have quite a temper."

Zhao Shanhe grinned, revealing a set of white teeth:

"Come on, let me treat everyone to a shower to cool you down."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Zzz—BOOM!!!"

A massive, white, ribbon-like water dragon, carrying immense power, roared out of the gun barrel!

This is high-pressure water from a fire hydrant; its force is so strong that it can break a person's ribs at close range.

Adding to the fact that it was minus twenty degrees Celsius that night, what sprayed out wasn't water, but flowing ice blades!

"ah!!!"

The first to be hit was the man who had been shouting the loudest and was holding a shovel.

The old man had just opened his mouth to curse when a torrent of water poured directly into his throat.

"Gulp... Pfft!"

The burly man, weighing 160 or 170 pounds, was blasted off the ground by the water jet. Like a kite with a broken string, he traced a graceful arc in the air before finally slamming against the wall of the guardhouse with a "splat" and slowly sliding down like a specimen.

But this is only the beginning.

Holding the water gun, Zhao Shanhe looked like an old farmer watering flowers in his backyard, his expression focused and cheerful, as he began to indiscriminately "call out names" from the group of people at the gate.

The once-fierce "clan iron army" instantly transformed into a group of monkeys leaping and bounding about.

"Ouch! My God! What is this?! It's a knife!"

The old woman, Wang, who had been clinging to Xiao Liu's leg and crying out that she had been paralyzed for ten years, was sprayed by the icy, bone-chilling water jet.

With a loud "Awooo!"

A medical miracle has occurred!

The old lady was no longer paralyzed or in pain. She jumped three feet high from the ground, as agile as a hurdler. She stepped on the heads of the people next to her and darted out, running faster than a rabbit.

"Oh no! I'm having a heart attack! I can't take it anymore!"

The old man over there, clutching his chest and pretending to be dead, was lying on the ground preparing to extort money from someone when the water jet swept directly across his crotch.

Ice water at minus twenty degrees Celsius!

The bone-chilling, tingling sensation made him throw down his crutches on the spot. He clutched his crotch tightly with both hands, like a monkey whose tail had been stepped on, howling as he climbed up the two-meter-high wall. He was stuck on top of the wall, shivering from the cold.

"So cold...so cold! It's going to freeze! My roots!"

"A miracle doctor!"

Old Zhou behind him almost popped his eyes out:

"This amazing skill is even better than what doctors in big hospitals use! It cured them all in one go!"

Zhao Shanhe was having a great time.

He wasn't in a hurry to disperse the crowd; he just blocked the main entrance. Anyone who tried to run away, he'd give them a hard stab.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The water jets raged through the crowd.

The villagers who were just sticking together have completely lost any semblance of "clan camaraderie" now.

"Don't step on me! I'm your second uncle!"

"Go to hell with your second uncle! I'm freezing to death!"

To avoid the water, a burly man pushed his nephew forward to shield him from gunfire.

The nephew was hit by the water, and his cotton-padded coat instantly absorbed the water and became heavy. He fell into the muddy water like a stone. Before he could get up, his back was stepped on several times.

Liu Cuihua suffered the most.

She had just been knocked unconscious, and now, after being jolted awake by the ice water, before she could even understand what was happening, a stream of cold water was poured over her head.

The cotton-padded coat froze instantly, sticking to the body like a layer of ice.

She tried to get up, but found that her clothes were frozen to the mud on the ground. Even the slightest movement tore at her skin, causing excruciating pain. She could only shiver and curl up in a ball like a stuck fly, foaming at the mouth.

"It's cold... Help... I'm not making a fuss anymore... I want to go home..."

What's even more interesting is that scoundrel who's wielding a butcher knife and trying to act tough.

This guy originally wanted to rush up and fight Zhao Shanhe to the death, but he was hit in the face by the water dragon.

The water from his hair flowed down his neck and into his cotton pants, and within two minutes, the crotch of his pants was frozen.

He limped around like a duck that had just laid an egg, his legs splayed out, and he was crying as he went:

"Stop! Stop! Big brother! Grandpa! I was wrong! I shouldn't have picked up the knife! It was a pedicure knife!"

"Stop...stop it..."

The arrogant second master from just moments ago had long since lost his hairpiece, revealing a completely bald head with a receding hairline.

Two crystal-clear icicles were hanging from his head, dripping water down his forehead.

His beard was covered with a layer of white frost, making him look like Santa Claus.

He raised his hands, trembling, like an old turtle surrendering:

"We give up... sir... we give up... another shot and someone will die..."

"You give up?"

Zhao Shanhe held down the raging water gun with one hand, and could even pull out a cigarette case from his pocket with the other.

Although the cigarette was a little damp, he still held it in his mouth without lighting it, just watching the group with a half-smile:

"Didn't you just say you didn't want to live anymore? Didn't you say you wanted to die in the police station?"

"You guys seem pretty healthy; how come you're still alive?"

"Since you're not dead, then don't leave."

Zhao Shanhe flicked his wrist, and the water jet rose again, like a whip, lashing the backsides of the few people who were trying to sneak away, pulling them back into the crowd.

"Snapped!"

Water splashed everywhere.

The hundreds of people were like dead fish frozen in a freezer, huddled together, shivering, their teeth chattering, and they had no energy left to curse.

At this moment, Zhang Guodong, who had been in a state of shock, finally came to his senses.

Looking at the group of arrogant and domineering people who were now behaving themselves, Zhang Guodong finally found an outlet for his anger.

Zhang Guodong wiped the ice water off his face and stepped down the stairs.

"Old Zhou!!"

Zhang Guodong roared, his voice carrying a long-lost murderous intent and authority:

"Bring your men and block the gate!!"

"yes!!"

Old Zhou, his face covered in blood, picked up his peaked cap from the ground and put it on his head. He then led a dozen or so young police officers, who were also seething with anger, to the front gate.

They no longer link arms to form a human wall.

This time, they were all carrying shiny handcuffs, and even batons.

"Everyone has it!!"

Zhang Guodong stood in the mud, drew his pistol, pointed it at the group of trembling, soaked chickens, his eyes like iron:

"No matter how old or young, every single one of them! Cuff them all!!"

"Anyone who dares to resist will be shot dead on the spot!!"

That shout completely brought the situation to a standstill.

This time, no one dared to shout "The police are beating people!" Nor did anyone dare to lie on the ground pretending to be dead—if they did, they would really freeze to death.

That high-pressure water jet, still spraying, is like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

"Don't move!!"

Xiao Liu, who had a limp, was the fastest.

His face was covered in mud, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding a pair of handcuffs when he rushed straight into the icy puddle.

"Who stabbed me just now? Who kicked me?!"

Xiao Liu grabbed the old woman who had just stabbed him with an awl.

The old woman was now frozen stiff, and all her previous fierceness was gone. She was being held down in the water by Xiao Liu like a sick chicken.

"Snap!"

The cold sound of the handcuffs became the most beautiful melody at that moment.

For a moment, the yard was filled with the sound of belts being tightened and the "clucking" of teeth chattering.

The hundreds of troublemakers who had just been trying to cause trouble were now like a bunch of wilted eggplants, obediently shrinking their necks as the police tied them up like pigs and threw them against the wall.

Seeing that the police had brought the situation under control, Zhao Shanhe slowly turned off the valve.

The sound of water stopped.

Zhao Shanhe threw away the hose in his hand and lit the damp cigarette in his mouth.

"call……"

He exhaled a puff of smoke.

Zhao Shanhe walked up to the old man who was still lying in the mud pit pretending to be dead, squatted down, and blew a puff of smoke onto the old man's pale face.

"Old man."

Zhao Shanhe reached out and patted his second great-grandfather's wrinkled old face, making a crisp slapping sound:

"Remember this taste."

"This is the taste of turning over a new leaf."

Just then.

Suddenly, a deep roar of an engine came from the road outside the compound, and the ground trembled slightly.

That was the sound of heavy trucks rolling over the road.

Two blinding beams of light tore through the darkness and shone on the collapsed gate of the police station.

Immediately following was a rapid and orderly sound of running, and the metallic clanging of a gun bolt being pulled back.

"First Company, surround this place!!"

"Second Company, block the road!!"

A rough, loud voice boomed through the night sky.

The armed forces personnel have arrived.