Xinglong Town is not big, and the police base is not big either; all the police officers were taken to the Xiulong Money House by the captain, leaving only one policeman to guard the base.
And now, the policeman has turned into a naked corpse, lying against the wall behind the police station's gate with his neck strangled. A guy is standing next to the corpse. He takes off his tattered straw hat, throws away the dirty towel covering his face, hurriedly puts on the stripped police uniform, buttons it up, and walks awkwardly back to the police station's gate to take over the corpse's duty.
The police force was in a mess and filled with smoke. A dozen men in straw hats and with towels covering their faces were rummaging through drawers and cabinets in each room, prying and smashing everything, looking anxious and disappointed. The police were not there, but the guns were not there either. The gun cabinets were empty. The Xinglong Town police force was so poor that they had no extra guns and had to take all of them with them when they went out.
A sudden shrill ring startled the frustrated men who were rushing past and they all looked towards the source of the sound.
On an office desk, a strange object was ringing. It looked like a box, but it seemed to have horns hanging on it, and it was connected to wires in a strange shape. It kept ringing over and over again. The more I listened, the more anxious I felt. The more I listened, the quieter it became. No one knew what it was, let alone why it was ringing. It kept ringing over and over again, which was very irritating. The uneasy men stared at their platoon leader with their eyes wide open in ignorance.
Pan Zhuzi stared at the ringing thing, walked around the desk, and finally tried to stretch out his hand to find out what it was.
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Sun Tzu said, there are five types of fire attack: one is to burn people, two is to burn storage, three is to burn carriages, four is to burn storehouses, and five is to burn troops.
From ancient times to the present, the fire attack plan is almost invincible in the world. Even Cao Cao could not stop it. What's more, how could the scattered sand in the money house stop Luo Fugui's tenacious will to survive? Even if he could only hide for a while in the money house, this bear would not care. Hiding for a while is a short time. Even though he knew it was a dead end, he would go to the end first.
He threatened to set fire, he threatened to drag everyone in the bank down with him, he waved his revolver arrogantly, and ordered the pigs to pile firewood outside the back door of the bank. He was so arrogant that the two pig ears that were like palm-leaf fans on the side of his mask kept shaking, it was so ugly that it made people hate him so much.
The bank was silent and quiet, whether upstairs or downstairs, because these unfortunate people were panicking, at a loss as to what to do.
This did not include Xiao Hongying, not only because she was a daredevil, but also because she knew who the bear who was yelling at the back door was. She sat cross-legged on the floor behind the main seat, blinking her big eyes and looking down at the gun in her little hand, weighing it gently over and over again, without making a sound.
She couldn't understand how the mule got involved with the Rangers. Did this shameless guy sell her out and not dare to report back? So he changed his career and became a Ranger? Was it that serious
She knew that as long as she stood up, showed her face at the window and greeted the shameless bear, he would dare to show off again! But she really didn't want to have anything to do with the Rangers. Anything related to the Rangers would be troublesome, but now... Would this wicked Mule really want to burn himself
She tilted her braid, turned her head and looked quietly at the window filled with sunlight. Her little face was very calm, but she was still hesitating. She continued to weigh the big-eyed razor gently in her hand. After a while, she was finally ready to get up, but she heard Jin Chunxiu speaking.
"No one is talking? Then I, a woman, will have to make the decision!"
In the meeting room, a group of people with sad faces turned their heads when they heard the voice. They saw Jin Chunxiu standing up beside the table with a squint, and she unhurriedly brushed off the pleats of her skirt and continued, "We can only talk about it openly. Anyway, everyone here has a reputation. Afterwards, the Imperial Army will not believe that we have any connection with the Rangers, right? I don't want to be burned to death without knowing the truth."
A bitter face said: "Do you think we don't want to open the door? But how can we decide whether the door can be opened or not? The key is in the hands of the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper is in the hands of the people downstairs. We are the fish now, and they are the butchers!"
"A fire will burn both meat and knives. What difference does it make? I'd like to ask those 'capable people' on the first floor if they think the same way!"
Jin Chunxiu was going downstairs for the second time. She wanted to be the mediator again and didn't care that she had just had a quarrel with those commandos. Her back was still twisting with every step, bringing with it a fragrant breeze. Everyone in the conference room followed her with their eyes. Suddenly, they felt that this woman... still had her charm and looked much better than usual.
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There was a harsh sound of iron bolts rubbing against each other, and the heavy back door of the money house slowly opened.
There was a gun muzzle in the darkness inside the door, and there was also a gun muzzle in the backyard outside the door. The gun muzzles were facing each other, and it was eerily quiet. No one bothered to wipe the sweat, letting it flow down from the forehead, wetting the mask or the mask.
The man inside the door finally said in a deep voice: "We three parties have just reached an agreement. Who of you would like to come in and talk?"
Three parties? Luo Fugui thought, aren't they two groups? That's ridiculous! Suddenly he wondered why Kanjiu didn't answer? He looked around and found that all the Zhu Bajie's eyes were focused on him, Luo Fugui, waiting for him to go in!
At this point, although the situation looks scary and may turn into a melee in an instant due to accidental discharge of gunfire, Luo Fugui is not that nervous. He is already at a dead end and has already gotten over the nervousness. What's more, he has the first move and is the one who wants to set the fire. He is the dealer.
He puffed out his chest, the smiling face on Zhu Bajie's mask glaringly reflected in the sunlight. His five big, thick limbs were as sturdy as a mountain, and he acted like a haughty man from the Black Wind Mountain, with a cough and the arrogance of a rich landlord. He didn't even hold the gun in his hand, but walked into the door with it casually hanging down, and he had to deliberately shake his shoulders left and right, and as a result he almost bumped into the door frame.
This was Luo Fugui's moment, he had to put on airs, if not now, when? He wanted to emulate Boss Hu's ruthlessness, but unfortunately he couldn't. He also wanted to imitate Gao Yidao's arrogance, but it was even more difficult and he still failed. He hadn't seen many arrogant people before, so he could only act like a combination of the Black Wind Mountain bandit and the landlord. Everyone hated him and he was annoying to everyone, so the effect was what he wanted to do well, which was very appropriate for the occasion.
The masked men guarding the door saw that he was still holding the gun, but no one dared to say anything. They said it was a negotiation, but the initiative was in the hands of these idiots. In addition, the disgusting appearance of the man who came in made them feel inferior. The other party was big and the narrow porch was full of him. He couldn't hide in time, let alone let him put away his gun.
He arrogantly turned out of the porch, and under the guidance of a masked man, he arrogantly turned up the stairs, and arrogantly walked through the second-floor corridor in front of several unmasked gunmen, his feet making a heavy sound with every step.
The person in front opened the door, and the negotiation location was the conference room on the second floor. At this moment, several bosses sitting beside the long table in the conference room moved their seats, vacated the long table, and hid in the guest seats by the window, not daring to make a sound. Only the unlucky boss whose wrist was broken was still sitting in the main seat, his face becoming paler and paler, and he collapsed limply in the bloody chair, and no one cared about him.
Luo Fugui arrogantly walked into the meeting room, and the first person he saw was Jin Chunxiu, who was walking towards the door with a smile on her face. She said, "You are such a hero to come to this meeting alone! Come on, take a seat."
He was scolding her just now, but in the blink of an eye, she seemed to be fine. Luo Fugui was so angry that he didn't even bother to glance around and immediately replied angrily: "You bitch, you are so good! You think I am heartless, right? Damn it, wait for me, after we finish talking about business, let's talk about personal matters!"
Then he went straight to the main seat. He was so arrogant, so of course he had to sit in the main seat. But he didn't expect that there was an unlucky guy sitting in that seat. How could he save face if he didn't lose his temper? Wasn't this a ready-made opportunity to show off his power
The pig ears next to the mask shook twice, and the muzzle of the Mauser pistol in his hand knocked twice on the table. He was still considering whether to cough again, but suddenly he stood still beside the table, as if he was hit by a spell!
Behind the main chair, a girl with braided hair was sitting on the floor. She leaned away from the chair and looked up at him. Her beautiful big eyes blinked quietly. They looked clear, yet there was something strange about them.
One of the benefits of a mask is that others cannot see the expression behind the mask, except that the bear eyeballs are about to fall out of the eye sockets without realizing it... 8