Success and failure are all due to Xiao He.
At the beginning, after listening to the inspirational stories told by the talkative Qin You for half a night, Kan Jiu decided to transform himself into a legitimate businessman, so he went around raising funds and prepared to enter Xinglong Town for an exhibition in a fair and honest manner. As a result, he met Luo Fugui, the military strategist.
"Damn it, you have to go around in circles, cross the river and climb the mountain, don't you? Have you forgotten your roots?"
With just one sentence, Kan Jiu gathered his brothers and rushed to Xinglong Town with guns. Qin You's half-night guidance was all in vain.
The effect of Zhu Bajie's mask is really good. This is a good idea! There are no good people in the gambling house. Just relying on guns may not make them honest. But after wearing Zhu Bajie's mask, the effect is the same as what Xiong said. I guess no one dares to move without a gun. Even the Imperial Army Hospital has become a slaughterhouse for the Rangers. How cruel is it? Who dares to resist
In order to occupy the gambling house, one has to find the owner. Kan Jiu was ready to use force, but before the execution began, the guy wet his pants and confessed everything.
It turned out that the boss was called Li Si, and he was not there. He had gone to attend a meeting at the money house next door, and brought seven or eight of the main thugs in the gambling house with him. The gambling house did not originally belong to Li Si. Li Si was just a small partner. The original boss was the largest shareholder of the money house next door, and also the real owner of this gambling house. It was Li Si who secretly reported the matter of the boss having a rangers background to the gendarmerie, and then he, a small partner, directly took over the gambling house.
The gambling house clerk was so scared that he peed his pants not because he was going to be tortured, but because he really thought Kan Jiu and others were the special forces and thought they were here for revenge, so it would be strange if he wasn't afraid.
Kan Jiu started to feel annoyed. How did this involve the money house next door
Luo Fugui was in a good mood. This heartless guy was not nervous about doing this kind of armed robbery. On the contrary, he enjoyed it. He liked the feeling of sliding money into the bag, he liked the feeling of reaching out and touching other people. It felt like treasure hunting. New wealth might appear at any next moment. Although it was not as exciting as catching a chicken and the sense of accomplishment, it was really profitable. It was a completely different experience and much better than searching those bloody corpses on the battlefield!
He scratched the table in the hall clean, searched all the hostages kneeling by the wall, tore open the bag and shook it a few times, stared inside with his bear eyes wide open behind the mask, and according to what Li Weiba said, the price was far different. Finally, he came to the door, stretched out his hand and pulled away Zhu Bajie who was guarding the door: "Get out of the way! From now on, this door is my territory!"
After guarding for a while, a short-sighted gambler came, pushed the door and walked in. After two steps, he stopped with a grin on his face, not daring to blink. Before Luo Fugui could raise the gun in his hand, he knelt down, shaking like a madman, shaking his hands wildly: "I'm not a traitor! I'm not a traitor! I've come to the wrong door!" Then he didn't catch his breath and fell unconscious inside the door with a thud.
Luo Fugui was so happy that this was such an easy thing to do. He put down his purse, bent down and just started to use it, he heard a gunshot.
Daidai straightened up and turned to look at the other Zhu Bajies in the hall. Before he could react, the gunshots suddenly turned into a rainstorm, obviously coming from the money house next door. Everyone in the gambling house was stunned. Are they setting off firecrackers
Kan Jiu hurriedly ran into the hall from the room in the hall: "What's going on?"
"It's next door!"
"Damn it! We can't stay here any longer! Let's go!"
Suddenly, someone on the street outside the gambling house shouted, "Help! The Rangers are in the gambling house! The Rangers are killing people!"
Luo Fugui finally came back to his senses and turned around to look at the ground inside the door. It was empty. The door was actually half open. One could imagine who was screaming outside the door!
Xinglong Town is not big, and the streets are not long. The police and patrol teams are not far away. When the first gunshot was heard from the money house, the street was in chaos. Everyone was running, and in a blink of an eye, they were all gone. The only ones left standing in the street were either patrol police or detective teams. Some had their guns drawn, some were frantically blowing their whistles, and they came like the wind following the sound of the gunshots!
"You! Did you let the person out?"
Facing the stupid questioning of Kan Jiu, the pig mask, Luo Fugui was also stupid: "This door... maybe it was blown open by the wind!"
"Pig!" Kan Jiu roared, "Buy it, brothers!" He rushed out the door with a gun in hand.
I hadn't taken three steps out of the gambling house when I was unlucky enough to find several patrol police diagonally across the street from the door. I could see gun-wielding figures running towards me from both ends of the street, either in police uniforms or wearing black clothes.
The few fools who rushed out of the door stood stupidly outside the gambling house. The patrol policemen across the street stood stupidly on the side of the street, staring at each other. One second passed, two seconds, and then gunshots rang out again.
Everyone was fighting! They fired their guns and ran away. The patrolmen ran into any place they could, firing their guns at the pigs behind them without even looking; the pigs turned around and ran into the door, firing their guns into the street without even looking. Anyone standing on the street in this situation would be a fool.
Bullets rained down and whistled, the intensity of which was no less than the previous exchange of fire in the money house. The piggies who rushed back into the gambling house picked up benches and threw them at the windows facing the street, then hid by the windows and pointed their guns at the street; the piggies shook their protruding ears, fired wildly, and cursed subconsciously. The windows were hit by bullets, and the door panels were hit by bullets, making continuous thumps and flying debris.
The tallest Zhu Bajie didn't fire a single shot, but rushed straight to the back door of the gambling house with his money bag, knocking over tables and chairs without slowing down. He didn't turn around and shouted, "Beat your grandma! If you don't run, it will be too late!"
Kanjiu reacted immediately, put down his gun, left the door frame and ran towards the back door: "Old Six, you three will cover the rear for thirty breaths, the rest of you brothers, follow me!"
On the street, the police and detectives hiding behind various corners were also in chaos amid the rain of bullets. Some shouted, "Not only the bank, but even the gambling house has been occupied by the Rangers! Team Two, go block the back alley! Whoever dares to let the Rangers escape, I'll kill his eight generations of ancestors!"
After the bloody massacre of the Rangers some time ago, in the eyes of the police and detective team in Xinglong Town, the Rangers have become a blood feud with whom they will never reconcile. They are really afraid of the Rangers' revenge if they really catch and kill them. The more they look at those stupid faces, the more frightening they become.
On the second floor of the bank, in the meeting room.
Xiao Hongying huddled on one knee behind the chair of her new boss Li Si, holding the gun in her right hand against the hostage's head, then released her left hand and blatantly released the magazine in the gun handle. She caught it with her left hand and immediately stuffed it behind her bent knee. Then she grabbed a handful of bullets from her pocket with her left hand, accurately grabbing seven at a time, and loaded the seven bullets one by one into the magazine behind her knee with her left hand.
Several viewers looked at her in a daze. Jin's mother also looked at her in a daze. People who didn't know guns couldn't understand why she had removed the magazine from the gun to load the bullets, so why did she use her right hand to hold the gun without the magazine behind the new owner's head? They didn't know what the structural relationship was between the bullets in the chamber and the bullets in the magazine. Unfortunately, Xiao Hongying played with this every day, and she didn't have time to explain the bullet in the chamber to be fired.
Her ferocious eyes stared at the door of the conference room. Her right hand held the M1911 tightly against the hostage's head. The seventh bullet was blindly loaded into the magazine by her left hand. The magazine was immediately pulled out from behind her knees. With a metallic click, the fully loaded seven-round magazine was put back into the gun handle. Now the capacity of the M1911 in her hand became seven plus one, eight. Her already ferocious face finally flashed a trace of relief, but it became even more ferocious. She had no interest in continuing to think about the gunshots downstairs just now and the chaotic gunfight on the street now. She could not think clearly about her urgent problem, how to escape from this cage dilemma.
Outside the meeting room, the swordsmen in the corridor were also in trouble. Two of them died when they entered the room. The host was under gunfire and dared not go in again. Three of them were sent to guard the stairs. They did not dare to go downstairs to check the situation. The firepower just now was too scary. Wouldn't they be shot to pieces if they went down? No matter who they were, they could not be their friendly forces. They could only guard the stairs and continue to be embarrassed in the corridor on the second floor.
On the first floor of the bank, Ma Liang hid silently behind the counter, Shi Cheng was injured in the gap of a collapsed wooden cabinet, Hu Yi leaned against the pillar, quietly holding the gun, quietly bleeding. Judging from the slow blood flow and the location of the pain, he was not seriously injured and could not fall down. Maybe it was just a scratch. He tried to clarify the current situation. He thought that the gunshots on the second floor were from a large-caliber pistol, perhaps similar to the big-eyed pistol of the girl, but how could he dare to think that the girl was upstairs? This is Xinglong Town, not Qingshan Village. It seems that the two sides are also in a stalemate on the second floor
There was no clue at all. There was another fierce exchange of fire on the street outside. What the hell was this? Was it related to the party on the second floor? Why were they called the Rangers? Could it be that the party upstairs was the Rangers? Many times when surrounded by the enemy, he could still stand firm in his direction, but now, the battle-hardened fox... His head was in a mess. No matter how fast the vortex in his mind turned, he could only grind soy milk...