Chapter 85: Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang

At this moment, Yu Dazhang had no interest in negotiating with them.

Seeing the crowd closing in, his adrenaline surged, blood rushing to his head; he swiftly drew his pistol and shouted:

“Police! Step back!”

“So what if you’re police?” One of the triangular-eyed youths pointed at his own head and yelled:

“Come on, shoot here! Who are you trying to scare with that broken gun?”

A single gunshot rang out, striking the youth squarely in the chest.

His body jerked, eyes wide open; even after being shot, he stared at Yu Dazhang in disbelief:

“You…”

“Bang!” Another shot—again in the chest.

As everyone stood frozen in shock…

“Bang!” A third shot, hitting the head.

The youth collapsed backward, blood splattering wildly around him…

Yu Dazhang had seen clearly: as the triangular-eyed youth was shouting, he had slipped his right hand behind his back and made a drawing motion.

Though subtle, the movement escaped none of Yu Dazhang’s eyes.

Seeing the youth fall, he stepped forward two paces and kicked the body hard.

The kick was powerful, flipping the corpse onto its back, face-down on the ground.

Yu Dazhang looked at the waist of the corpse—there, indeed, was a pistol.

And the youth’s right hand now gripped the pistol’s grip tightly.

Type 92, standard-issue police sidearm!

Found it!

Close call… Yu Dazhang couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief.

If he’d hesitated even half a second, he’d be the one lying there now.

“AHH!! He’s killed someone!” The middle-aged woman suddenly screamed and lunged forward.

A normal person would freeze momentarily at such a scream—it’s a natural reflex.

Yu Dazhang was no exception, but his reaction was faster, for he already sensed danger.

The woman wasn’t rushing at him—she was going for the police pistol at the corpse’s waist.

Just as her hand was about to grasp the pistol grip…

A gunshot rang out, freezing her in place.

The bullet struck her squarely in the back.

She turned her head slowly, staring at the fat man standing beside her, eyes bulging wide.

“Bang!” Yu Dazhang fired again—this time into her forehead.

The bullet shattered her skull and the brain tissue behind it, spraying blood mixed with white fluid everywhere.

She died with her eyes open, face twisted in shock and terror.

“Who else?!”

Yu Dazhang, having eliminated three, roared at the youths surrounding him.

The youths stood frozen—but not one stepped back.

A bunch of madmen… Yu Dazhang cursed inwardly.

He now realized these men were determined to fight him to the death.

Another police pistol lay on the corpse at his feet—but he dared not bend down to pick it up.

He was certain: the moment he moved to bend, those hungry-wolf youths would pounce without hesitation.

Truly, different land breeds different people.

This village was a den of bandits!

Are human traffickers really this desperate?

As Yu Dazhang remained locked in stalemate with the youths, the family’s young boy ran in from outside the iron gate.

Seeing the middle-aged woman lying in a pool of blood, he immediately screamed and charged toward Yu Dazhang.

Yu Dazhang narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on the boy’s swinging right arm.

When the two were about three meters apart, Yu Dazhang lowered his gun barrel…

“Bang.”

The bullet struck the boy’s ribcage, piercing skin, shattering bone, and knocking him unconscious.

Yu Dazhang glanced at the boy lying on his side, then looked at his right hand.

This time, the boy held a real knife!

Earlier, when examining the injured officer’s wounds, he’d noticed something odd: it was an upward stab wound, forming a slightly angled cone shape.

Only someone significantly shorter could strike at that angle.

And the only one here fitting that description was the boy.

Women, children, the elderly, the mentally disabled, the handicapped…

These five types are most likely to make people let their guard down.

This boy himself qualified for two.

But his mental disability was clearly faked.

The youths surrounding Yu Dazhang were stunned by the scene—none dared move forward.

They hadn’t expected this fat man to be so ruthless—shooting children, aiming straight for vital points, leaving no mercy.

Seeing they still dared to encircle him, Yu Dazhang roared again:

“Step back! All of you, step back!!”

He thought they’d be intimidated—but instead, two of them slowly moved behind him.

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Now a full circle surrounded him—no matter which way he faced, he was attacked from front and back.

Clever—they knew how to block his line of sight… Yu Dazhang had to keep rotating his body, shifting angles, guarding against surprise attacks from behind.

In barely ten seconds, sweat beaded thickly on his forehead.

This couldn’t go on!

These bastards clearly knew he wouldn’t strike first—they were draining his stamina this way.

The moment he slipped up, someone would pounce.

These men were all outright death-seekers—intimidation no longer worked.

As Yu Dazhang hesitated whether to take down another, a sharp gunshot suddenly rang out from the direction of the nearby self-built house.

Immediately, one of the youths behind Yu Dazhang screamed and collapsed heavily to the ground.

The other officer inside had quietly slipped out unnoticed.

Now he stood firmly at the doorway, gripping a pistol tightly.

The black muzzle pointed directly at the youths encircling Yu Dazhang.

The youth just shot lay on his side, his right hand tightly clutching a short-barreled shotgun holstered at his waist.

In an instant…

The remaining youths erupted like a detonated barrel of explosives, roaring and charging en masse at Yu Dazhang.

Yu Dazhang didn’t hesitate—he stepped back two paces and fired.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Gunshots rang out in rapid succession—but only the three leading attackers were hit.

The other officer also took shots from the doorway.

Afraid of hitting Yu Dazhang, he could only aim at the farther targets.

Due to the attackers’ speed and the suddenness of the attack, both his bullets missed.

Before he could fire again, the last two had closed the distance to Yu Dazhang.

One tried to grab his waist, the other lunged for his pistol.

Two men—no problem… Yu Dazhang kicked out with his thigh in an instant, striking the first man squarely in the groin.

That spot was a man’s weak point—once hit, he’d lose all resistance.

The man immediately doubled over, clutching his groin and collapsing.

At the same moment, Yu Dazhang pulled his right arm back, bent his elbow, and drove it into the second man’s chest.

The searing pain made the man’s body arch—but he quickly straightened and swung a punch at Yu Dazhang’s head.

This bastard’s tough… Yu Dazhang didn’t dodge—he clenched his left fist and slammed it hard into the man’s stomach.

The force drove the man backward several steps, then he dropped to one knee.

Just as he tried to rise…

“Bang.”

Yu Dazhang gave him no chance—a shot to the chest.

The man clutching his groin writhed, rolled over, and crawled toward the corpse with the police pistol.

“Bang.”

His hand had barely reached out when Yu Dazhang shot him in the head.

(End of Chapter)