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Zhang Xiaoqiang had just returned to the camp, he didn't care about resting, and rushed out of the camp with hundreds of people and gathered together. Human assistance, including Qian Kaixi's police and Sun Kefu's men.
The entire gathering place was like a frying pan that had exploded. Nearly two thousand armed men with guns and sticks began an unprecedented investigation. They dug three feet like the middle-aged Xiaojing who was killed by Wan Qiang. Whether it is the shacks of the poor or the communities of the common people, they are all severely inspected.
This time, Zhang Huai'an paid money. Anyone who found the corpse by other forces, no matter who found it, would be rewarded with 30,000 .5mm rifle bullets on the spot. If the militia found it, everyone would be rewarded with ten packs of high-end cigarettes.
For a while, everyone opened their eyes wide and looked for clues on the ground. Some people used long bamboo poles to salvage the corpses in the gathering places. Even the garbage mountain that no one usually goes to was rummaged inside.
Zhang Xiaoqiang patrolled the various areas to monitor the militiamen's search. He had never suffered such a big loss in the gathering place, and he was really annoyed. He swore in his heart that once the murderer was found, he would scalp him. , light him up.
Countless poor people were kicked out of their homes and obediently occupied the open space for inspection and identification, while armed men rushed into their homes with small hammers and beat each other, looking for secret doors and tunnels.
No one dared to resist, and no one dared to show any dissatisfaction. The camp was too popular in the gathering place, and the severed heads in the central open space were still waiting to rot in the soil. I hope that my meekness will not be suspected by the camp.
As time passed, Zhang Xiaoqiang became more and more anxious. He couldn't find any thread.
Walking to one corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang was smoking a cigarette with a cigarette in his mouth, looking around boredly, all eyes were men and women with panicked faces, as well as militiamen and other armed personnel shouting hoarsely.
Suddenly Zhang Xiaoqiang spit out the cigarette holder and rushed in one direction. He came to a man. He was bald and tall, with scars on half of his face and only one eye.
Lord Xiong shrunk and stood in the distance looking over here, as if he was observing something, his eyes wandered around, suddenly he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang rushing over, his expression changed drastically, he turned around and ran back. For a while he ran in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang chased after, the two left the lively center one after the other.
Master Xiong's speed is not slow, his burly body is very flexible, and he runs very lightly, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's speed is faster, and the speed of the two is getting closer infinitely.
He was about to catch up with Master Xiong, and Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't need a pistol. He wanted to catch him intact and ask him the whole story of his ambush. Master Xiong didn't hear Zhang Xiaoqiang's footsteps. In front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang had approached not far behind him silently.
Master Xiong yelled loudly, straightened up and lay straight, pulled out his guns with both hands, and pulled the trigger at Zhang Xiaoqiang the moment he fell to the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang was wondering when Master Xiong stopped suddenly and lay down with his head up. Staring at himself, the two guns sprayed fire continuously, Zhang Xiaoqiang flashed again and again, one of them dodged the bullets, and stamped his foot in front of Master Xiong's head.
It just so happened that Lord Xiong fell to the ground, and before he could move, Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoe soles were stamping on his heart, and immediately a bloody arrow shot out from his mouth, and the direction of the bloody arrow fell on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned sideways to dodge, Lord Xiong seized the opportunity to turn over and kneel on one knee, and fired all the remaining bullets in the pistol, the distance was too close, Zhang Xiaoqiang had to retreat while dodging.
Dodging all the bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang charged forward again, two gleaming silver pistols hit him face to face, Zhang Xiaoqiang reached out and took the two pistols into his hands, the black chain dart pierced his eyes with the sound of the chain.
Facing the chain dart stabbing towards him, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel nervous at all, he casually knocked the handle of the pistol in his hand, and instantly accelerated to rush to Master Xiong's body. In the horror of Lord Xiong's one-eyed eyes, the handle of the gun hit Master Xiong's head hard. On half of his face covered with scars, Master Xiong rolled aside screaming, and while rolling, two big teeth popped out of his mouth.
As soon as he landed, Zhang Xiaoqiang was unreasonable, so he waited to step forward and give him a few ruthless blows, but saw two small black pineapples fall from Master Xiong's hands to the ground, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's pupils closed suddenly when he saw those two things. Tight, isn't that thing a grenade
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't expect Master Xiong to be so ruthless that he wanted to die together before the last moment. When the grenade hit, Zhang Xiaoqiang was so frightened that his chrysanthemums trembled. He was wearing combat armor, but his face was not. If he was bombed, he I can't stand it.
I saw Zhang Xiaoqiang jumping continuously like a flea, breaking through the door panel of the shack and escaping in. The shack was not strong at first, and there was only a loud noise, and the whole shack collapsed.
I heard two fart-like noises from outside again, and a burst of foul-smelling black smoke spread rapidly against the ground, covering the area with a radius of more than ten meters.
In the thick smoke, the coughing Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted the stick and branch that was holding him down, and rushed out of the smoke. He was so smoked that he took two deep breaths. He looked around, looking for Master Xiong...
Master Xiong stumbled and ran to his lair. This time he suffered a great loss, his heart was seriously injured by Zhang Xiaoqiang's foot. Facing Zhang Xiaoqiang who had complete hands and feet, he who had left such a great name in the world, he was beaten without any fight back. Power.
At this moment, half of his face was swollen and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was no longer the majestic Lord Xiong, but a lost dog.
After the beast is injured, it will not reveal its weakness in front of others. Master Xiong is just a wounded beast at this moment. He didn't go to greet his subordinates, nor notify anyone. He quietly returned to the camp outside the wall,* Entering the small courtyard where Wen Wen lived, walked up three or five steps and couldn't hold on any longer, and rushed to the door of Wen Wen's room.
After a long while, the wooden door opened, and a plain and gentle voice came out, condescendingly looking down at the dying Master Xiong.
"Master... I was discovered by the other side, the situation is not good, please... Please prepare early."
Lord Xiong raised his head, looked at Wen Wen and said pantingly, there was no trace of ferocity in his eyes, except for anxiety and worry, he was worried about Wen Wen, the camp was no longer something they could afford.
Wen Wen didn't speak at first, but just stared at Master Xiong who was panting on the ground, turning a blind eye to the blood froth gushing from the corner of his mouth, let alone squatting down to help him up, but just staring at him, his eyes calm, as if staring at a dead thing.