Chapter 362: Who wouldn't want a bounty?

Yang Qing took off running but hadn't gone far when a loud 'Boom!' came from behind.

Hearing that sound, you didn't need to turn around to know the Audi A6's rear was surely smashed. If the insurance company saw this, they'd probably clutch their foreheads, speechless. Insuring Lin Dongfan's car, one accident after another, the company's motto is steady loss, no profit.

To stay hidden, Yang Qing didn't dare run into the area lit by the car lights.

He ran wherever it was dark.

Suddenly stepping on something, a low, pained cry came from the darkness: "Oh wah, you bastard, did you drop your eyeballs on the car? You stepped on my hand."

"Huh?"

Yang Qing lowered his head to look, saw nothing, then crouched down to feel around.

In the darkness again came a deliberately lowered voice: "What the hell are you feeling for? It's me!" This time he heard clearly—it was Lin Dongfan's voice.

Pretentious Fan lay motionless like a concealed infiltrator, crawling prone behind the grave.

Yang Qing also flung himself prone, lying still and watching the movements of those few people down the grave mound: "Your escape skills are great—you run faster than me."

"I've got no gun; if I don't run, am I supposed to stay there and get shot?"

Lin Dongfan also kept a close watch on the movements of those bandits down the grave mound; so far, boss Lu Han hasn't shown himself, and we don't know whether the Lu guy is in the car.

The car that had previously flipped into the ditch had four losers crawl out, each holding a gun.

Meanwhile, the black business vehicle that had slammed into the Audi's rear had only its driver get out, also holding a gun.

The bandits currently visible are just these five.

Lin Dongfan smiled: "I guess the Lu guy is still in the car and hasn't come out, meaning they now have six people and six guns, while we only have one gun—time to test your tactics."

"Where's my future wife?"

Yang Qing turned his head to look around; his eyes' visual system had gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could faintly see graves shrouded by night.

All around was dead silence; no other living thing could be seen.

Lin Dongfan lightly jabbed Yang Qing with his elbow, then remained prone: "Miss Xu has the kids well hidden; why are you looking for her? Watch the enemy ahead."

"Earlier I shot the driver, and you were just yapping on the side, creating trouble where there was none." Yang Qing lowered his voice, just like Lin Dongfan, staying prone and daring not to move.

The five men down the grave mound have already split into teams.

Two men are guarding the black business vehicle, while another three, flashlights in hand, are climbing the grave mound toward Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing.

Lin Dongfan hissed angrily: "Earlier I told you to shoot the tires, but you shot the lights—was my command wrong? Or is your shooting just lousy, blaming the toilet for your constipation."

"My shooting's no good? Tch, watch this!"

Saying this, Yang Qing assumed a prone sniper's stance, gripping the gun with both hands, closing his left eye, and aiming the barrel at the crotch of the middle climber.

"Boom!"

When that deathly heavy night was shattered by the gunshot, the three climbers jumped in fright, each frantically switching off their flashlights and crouching in the darkness.

Yes, although they were scared witless, they weren't hit at all.

Nobody got shot.

Lin Dongfan furrowed his brow in frustration: "If it really won't work, just give me the gun."

"I didn't hit them, which shows my aim is fine; this shot was meant just to warn them not to come closer. I'm a people's policeman, not a bandit who kills without blinking."

Yang Qing sounded justified, but inside he felt an inexplicable little doubt: just now, the targeted person didn't cry out in pain—could this shot really have missed his little...?

Now both sides are lurking in the darkness, the difficulty level has shot up linearly.

Whoever speaks first.

will become the sniper's target.

How do we play now?

I've read the tactical cases and military stratagems of five thousand years up and down; why did they just sweep through my mind like wind, leaving not a trace?

Just as Yang Qing was secretly worrying,

a sudden rustling sound came from the darkness ahead.

Yang Qing thought the three uphill bandits were approaching him and Lin Dongfan, so he decisively fired two shots at the source of the sound.

The next second came Xu Yue's soft cry: "Don't shoot, it's me."

Yang Qing went numb, hurriedly feeling his way in the dark to find Xu Yue; fortunately his shooting tonight was so terrible he didn't hit anyone.

Yang Qing brought Xu Yue and the others up.

Together with Lin Dongfan, they hid behind a large grave mound.

Yang Qing asked: "Miss Xu, didn't you already hide with the kids? How did you fall behind? I thought you were a bandit climbing the mound in the dark."

"We've been hiding in that very spot; hearing you talk over here, we came over." Xu Yue replied softly.

Lin Dongfan asked: "You're not hurt, are you?"

"We're fine, none of us hurt." Xu Yue replied.

Lin Dongfan rejoiced: "All good then, Yang Sansui, hand over the gun and go repent."

"We can't do anything against the rules."

Yang Qing stared intently at the movements down the mountain.

Most likely the gunfire gave away their position; suddenly, bullets sliced the black night sky, shooting toward Lin Dongfan, Yang Qing, and the others.

Fortunately the grave mound is high and big enough, and the tombstone in front is impressive enough.

It makes a perfect cover.

Several bullets hit the tombstone; I don't know if the occupant inside was startled awake, but on this dark, windy night they didn't even come out to float about.

Lin Dongfan picked up his portable loudspeaker and shouted down the slope: "You three idiots climbing up, I've seen you—don't move! Otherwise I'll blast your skulls with one shot."

The chaotic gunfire indeed stopped.

Yang Qing whispered: "Telling them not to move is useless if you can't see their exact spot. If you really have the skill, lure them out for a couple steps—I'll pick them off one by one..."

"Bang bang bang!"

Before Yang Qing could finish speaking, intense gunfire rang out again in the night.

The tombstones ahead were all shattered, dust flying from the graves. Terrified, Xu Yue pressed the two children down behind a grave mound, not daring to peek out.

To draw away the enemy's fire.

Lin Dongfan grabbed a loudspeaker and jumped behind a new grave not far away.

Crouching behind that new grave, he continued shouting: "On our side, only Yang Qing has a gun; on yours, everyone's armed. Yet you dare not come forward—what does that prove? Calling you trash is an insult to the word; at best you're three piles of insignificant cannon fodder."

"Beep!!!"

A car horn blared from down the mountain.

Only then did Lu Han, who had been hiding his face, step out of the car, shouting at the grave hill: "What are you afraid of? Charge! Whoever kills Lin Dongfan, I'll give them five million in settlement money!"

"My life's worth only five million?"

Upon hearing that price, Lin Dongfan instantly felt a bit excited.

Lin Dongfan grabbed the loudspeaker and replied loudly: "I'm also a billionaire tycoon—money's no object. I'm offering a ten‑million bounty. Whoever captures Lu Han, I'll give them ten million in settlement money."