Chapter 161: Not Gentle at All

Seeing Wang An return, Liu Deyuan and his companion let out a sigh of relief, as if a thousand-jin burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

As for the man lying on the sled, upon seeing Wang An return, he began to moan "Ouch, ouch" again, seemingly terrified that Wang An might kick him once more!

However, Wang An had no time to pay him any mind, because at that moment, Wu Dong had stopped the truck, and immediately, ten men jumped down from the cargo bed.

Wu Dong also opened the door and stepped out.

To be precise, they were ten men wearing camouflage uniforms and yellow rubber-soled cotton shoes, all carrying long guns on their backs.

These men were well-trained and moved with great agility; one look told you they trained every single day.

One of them, wearing gloves, picked up the large Type 54 and the Box Cannon, placing them into a plastic bag.

Then, the others dragged and hauled the five men, including Nine-Fingers, throwing them into the truck bed before following them up.

Wang An was certain he hadn't seen wrong; they were indeed thrown into the truck bed, not gentle at all.

At this time, Wu Dong said to Wang An: "Have your uncle follow with the sled to make a statement before going home. Tell him to answer whatever is asked and absolutely not to lie."

Wang An agreed and walked over to Liu Deyuan, repeating Wu Dong's words. After hearing them, Liu Deyuan whispered: "Are you sure you'll be okay for shooting and wounding them? Should I just say I fired the gun? They were robbing us anyway."

Upon hearing this, Wang An felt deeply moved. This was his uncle—he really stepped up when things got tough!

However, Wang An still smiled and said: "No need. You must tell the truth, including the fact that I beat that idiot. If they ask, don't hide anything."

Wang An knew that trying to hide things from these people was pure suicide.

If it were the local police, he might be able to bluff his way through, and even if it came to blows, it would be much lighter than with these people.

This group of people was the real-deal "sanitation machine"; they would absolutely sweep away all trash and unhygienic elements until everything was spotlessly clean.

Liu Deyuan nodded, said a few words to the man who hadn't been beaten, and the two turned and walked toward the sled.

The man who had received a beating from Wang An, upon hearing they had to go to the city to make a statement, refused to go and tried to get off the sled. Seeing this, Wang An raised his large foot, and the man immediately became obedient and didn't make another sound.

This time, returning to the county seat, the truck led the way, Liu Deyuan followed with the sled, and Wang An brought up the rear.

In less than twenty minutes, the group arrived at the large compound again. This time, the guards didn't stop them, and the truck and two sleds all entered the compound.

When they reached a building, the five men, including Nine-Fingers, were thrown down from the truck bed.

Wang An was certain he hadn't seen wrong; they were indeed thrown from the truck bed, not gentle at all.

There was no snow in the compound; it was swept quite clean. When Wang An saw the five men land and heard five consecutive "thud," "thud," "thud" sounds, he felt a tingling in his own backside. It truly looked painful, and hearing the sounds made it even more so!

But at this moment, no one dared to say a word. Even the five men, including Nine-Fingers, only grimaced and didn't dare to make a sound.

Judging by the shoe prints on their bodies, they seemed to have received quite a few kicks during the ride in the truck.

Then, each of them was taken into a separate room, Wang An included.

As for Wang An, the questioning was very simple, mainly because Wu Dong had put in a word, and also because Wang An was dressed as a hunter at the time.

In the Northeast at this time, whether it was the police or the military, whenever they needed to go into the mountains to handle matters, they would often temporarily requisition hunters to lead the way.

After all, in the deep mountains, the ones most familiar with the terrain were these mountain-goers. They chased prey all over the mountains, which is why they were called mountain-goers.

With a hunter's help, things would go very smoothly after entering the mountains. After all, no matter how the business went, the hunter could lead them out safely.

You have to know that after entering the mountains, it's not enough to just distinguish east, west, south, and north. And if you encounter metal deposits, a compass is practically a piece of scrap, or even a hindrance!

Regarding the questioning about this incident, Wang An didn't hide a single thing and told the truth. In fact, Wang An was quite panicked inside, as the Type 56 semi-automatic and the large Type 54 he had been using were not obtained through proper channels. If they really investigated, they would surely find out.

But at this time, firearms were indeed in a state of proliferation, and no one cared about such things. To put it bluntly, no one would even bother to look at you.

After the questioning ended, Wang An walked out of the room. It was actually a very ordinary office; it looked ordinary from the outside and even more ordinary inside, but the sense of oppression it gave off was something one could truly feel!

Walking back to the sled, Wang Shuai, He Liang, and Ma Guoqiang were standing by the sled, shooting the breeze. Only Wu Dong was nowhere to be seen.

Soon, Liu Deyuan and the other two came out, and Liu Deyuan had an extra cloth bundle in his hand.

Wang Shuai and the others knew Liu Deyuan was Wang An's uncle and gave him plenty of face, greeting him warmly. Wang Shuai even handed him a cigarette and lit it, giving Liu Deyuan plenty of respect.

This left Liu Deyuan feeling quite flustered. No one was stupid; everyone could see that the four of them, including Wu Dong, were extraordinary and definitely not ordinary people.

After the pleasantries, Wang An let his uncle and the others head back first.

Not long after Liu Deyuan left, Wang An heard five gunshots, which couldn't help but shake him inside. This efficiency was truly fast!

And Wang An was certain these gunshots weren't from a Type 56 semi-automatic; they should be from the Type 81 assault rifle that had just been developed.

Bingcheng was worthy of being the "eldest son" of Huaxia; things that had just been developed had already reached DJ County.

Hearing the gunshots, Wang Shuai and the other two didn't even react and continued shooting the breeze.

After a while, Wu Dong came out, swaying slightly, and casually tossed a bag to Wang An, saying with a laugh: "Your spoils of war, hahaha."

With one touch, Wang An knew what was in the bag and said with a smile: "Thanks."

Wang Shuai then said: "Why thank him? He should be thanking you. You helped him earn half a ten-thousand, and this time you let him pick up another merit for free. I'm even jealous, damn it!"

Hearing Wang Shuai tease him, Wu Dong laughed and didn't refute, but his smug expression betrayed how happy he was inside.

After a while, Wu Dong said with a laugh: "I never expected that these five things would actually have ties to the 'Little Japan.' It really was a case of 'all that effort was for nothing, only to find it easily'! Hahaha, refreshing!"

Hearing their conversation, it seemed to involve some major event. Wang An pretended to hear nothing the whole time and didn't ask a single question. Wang An would absolutely never ask about things he shouldn't!

The five of them drove the sled away from the compound, and Wang An consciously sent Wu Dong and his group back to Wu Dong's residence.

Once they reached Wu Dong's courtyard, Wu Dong finally couldn't help but ask Wang An: "Why aren't you curious about anything? Why don't you care to ask how those five are doing?"

Wang An looked at Wu Dong with a smile and answered quite crisply: "Not curious. What's there to care about regarding five pieces of trash?"

Wu Dong was stunned for a moment, staring straight at Wang An, seemingly finding his answer unbelievable.

The other three, especially Wang Shuai, burst into loud laughter upon seeing Wu Dong get shut down.

Once they had laughed enough, Wang Shuai said: "I just love seeing you get shut down, looking so helpless, hahaha."

Wang An reminded Wu Dong not to forget about the two sisters and then turned to leave.

At this moment, Wang Shuai spoke up again: "Dongzi, you gave him the things, don't be stingy with the bullets. Otherwise, what's the use of that iron lump?"

Wu Dong immediately realized his mistake and turned to go inside. In no time, he came back out with a cloth bag, and with a clatter, he tossed it onto Wang An's sled.

He said: "If you need bullets, come to me. I'll definitely keep you, brother, well-supplied."

Wang An agreed with a smile, turned, and took his leave.

On the way, Wang An opened the bag, and inside were indeed the two pistols—one large Type 54 and one Box Cannon!

But having too many guns was actually of little use, as pistols were rarely used for hunting.

Furthermore, the Box Cannon was even less useful; it was basically useless, bulky, and heavy as hell!

Its only advantage was that it held many bullets—a full 20 rounds—and its firepower was fiercer than the Type 56 semi-automatic when fired rapidly. It's just that its effective range was no different from other pistols, all around 50 meters!

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