Chapter 195: Fang Xiue with a Kitchen Knife

After Wang An finished speaking, he stared at the three monsters in front of him.

He heard the large-nostriled one who looked at people with his nostrils say, "Oh, so you're also someone in the underworld? But we are from Bingcheng; we have no interest in inquiring about small figures in the county. Hurry up and vacate the place. Can you do it?"

For a small-time thug, bullying smaller thugs was indeed a daily routine, because the world of thugs is just four words: the weak are the prey of the strong.

And the three people who considered themselves fierce dragons crossing the river truly didn't take Wang An seriously, while Wang An, having once been a local snake, understood the rules of this place too well.

So as soon as Wang An heard this, he knew there was no need for negotiation. Just a few monsters, let's fight; what the hell is there to think about!

Wang An didn't hesitate to pull out a large 54 from his left hand, pointed it at the three, and said in a flat tone, "Come, all of you, kneel down for me quickly. Can you do it?"

When the few saw Wang An flash his gun, they didn't show any fear. The smiling tiger who spoke first even laughed and said, "Little brother, is the bullet in the chamber?"

When this person spoke, Wang An discovered that the sissy and the large-nostriled one were simultaneously reaching behind their backs, and then, each of them pulled out a handgun.

By the time the sissy and the large-nostriled one got their guns to their sides and hadn't yet raised them, Wang An pulled the trigger without hesitation. After hearing two "bang" sounds, a burst of blood erupted from the wrists of the sissy and the large-nostriled one, and the guns fell to the ground—they were two box cannons.

Because of historical reasons, the number of these guns in the Northeast was indeed not small, especially among those in the underworld; most used this gun.

Because the advantages of this gun were very obvious: the magazine capacity was large, and because it was semi-automatic, the firepower output was relatively fierce. Most importantly, it was relatively convenient to carry.

After the gunshots, there was immediately a miserable scream from the sissy and the large-nostriled one. The sissy's voice was shrill and sharp, completely suppressing the large-nostriled one's voice.

It sounded truly more feminine than a woman; those who didn't know would definitely think it was a woman screaming.

One has to admit that this sissy's voice was truly damn loud; Wang An felt it was even more deafening than a firecracker.

Wang An's sudden shooting made the smiling tiger tremble, and the sissy's shrill scream made the smiling tiger tremble again. The smiling tiger instantly lost his smile, and his face, looking at Wang An, became full of terror.

Although the large 54 was the fastest tool to solve problems, Wang An truly didn't want to shoot. One must know that this was the county, and the county not only had the Zhang Gongan Bureau but also the garrison!

No one cares if you fight and brawl, and no one cares if you carry a gun, but if you shoot at each other, someone will definitely deal with you!

If it weren't for the existence of Wu Dong and the other three, Wang An definitely wouldn't have shot. Once this thing called a gun goes off, a small matter definitely becomes a big one. No matter what it is, it's like smearing yellow mud in your crotch; even if it's not shit, it's still shit.

But people are all like this: when they have weapons and a strong backing, their brains become useless, and even the ability to think about problems directly degenerates. After all, everyone likes to solve problems in the simplest and most direct way.

"Kneel down, can you do it?" Wang An pointed the large 54 at the smiling tiger and said in a flat tone.

The smiling tiger didn't dare to laugh anymore, but knelt down, trembling with cold sweat all over his face.

The large-nostriled one and the sissy were also quite tough; after screaming once, they gritted their teeth and groaned, and the sweat on their heads was visibly flowing down.

But Wang An didn't intend to let the three go, and said to the smiling tiger in a sinister tone, "You, hurry up and take out your gun too."

The smiling tiger never expected that he would just be looking for a house and end up getting all three of them stuck here. Perhaps his intestines were already green with regret, but he definitely wouldn't beg for mercy, because the world of thugs is just like this: you don't want to offend if you don't have to, but since you've offended, you must offend to death.

You must pull out the weeds by the roots; otherwise, who isn't afraid of revenge?

The smiling tiger pulled out his gun, trembling, and handed it to Wang An cautiously. Wang An didn't take it but said indifferently, "Throw it on the ground." Hearing this, the smiling tiger put the gun on the ground, then raised his hands, striking a surrender pose.

Then, Wang An pointed the large 54 at the three with his left hand, while his right hand swung the fire poker.

In the Northeast, or rather in all the rural areas of China, there is generally a fire poker by the stove pit.

The main function of this thing is to stick it into the stove pit to stir the fire, making the fire more vigorous or spreading it out, so that the temperature of the large iron pot can be higher or lower.

Therefore, the fire poker is generally wet. Of course, it dries out as it's used, but one has to admit that although the fire poker is thinner than an iron shovel, it is generally particularly sturdy.

Wang An didn't care when he hit people with the stick; it could be said that once he swung the stick down, he didn't even know where it would land. Anyway, after two swings, the smiling tiger also began to scream, and the scream made people shudder just listening to it.

It was just that before Wang An could hit the large-nostriled one and the sissy, a group of militia members ran over, each carrying a 56-semi-automatic. After running over, they directly aimed their guns at their faces, and all the muzzles were pointed at the four of them.

Immediately after, a large truck stopped outside Wang An's courtyard. Soon, a group of people jumped off the truck, each carrying an 81. Wang An scanned with his eyes and knew it was that same truck, only this time the person driving wasn't Wu Dong, but the person who put the gun into a plastic bag last time.

As soon as this person got off the truck and saw Wang An, he was stunned, but immediately walked over with a smile and said, "Little brother Wang An, what kind of scene are you making again?"

When Wang An saw the other party recognize him, he threw all his worries to the back of his mind. This soldier brother was obviously Wu Dong's friend or colleague; the matter with his uncle last time was handled by him personally, so there would definitely be no problem this time.

Wang An looked at the approaching soldier brother and said with a wry smile, "Don't mention it, these bandits came to my friend's house and actually held guns, wanting to fight us, so I shot them."

"Hahaha, you kid, wherever you go, bandits follow," this soldier brother said with a laugh.

"Yeah, you say I'm such a good person, why do I attract bandits so much?" Wang An sighed and said.

Wang An was truly speaking from his heart; it could be said he didn't lie at all. Since he was reborn, one wave after another, he had encountered all kinds of trashy people. Wang An could now be certain that he was definitely reborn for this bunch of trashy people!

Hearing the sound of the car and the voices from the gate, Fang Xiue ran toward the courtyard in a hurry, only she forgot to put down the kitchen knife in her hand.

When the group of people outside the courtyard saw a quite beautiful woman running out of the courtyard holding a kitchen knife, they all showed expressions of shock.

Of course, in the Northeast, a kitchen knife is not a murder weapon, and it is a purely normal phenomenon for an old woman to hold a kitchen knife, so after the surprise, everyone looked at Wang An with a half-smile.

And Wang An, watching Fang Xiue running toward him with a kitchen knife, suddenly felt his anus tighten and his crotch go cold!

This woman, why is she like Mu Xueqing, actually dancing with knives and guns.

The militia team members, watching the arrival of the truck and seeing Wang An talking and laughing with the soldier brother, withdrew their guns and retreated to the side. No matter when, if a soldier brother is involved, whether it's the militia or the Zhang Gongan Bureau, it's better to just withdraw.

He saw a person who was clearly the militia leader salute the soldier brother after standing at attention, and then said, "Team Leader Liu, shall we withdraw then?"

Team Leader Liu also immediately stood at attention and returned the salute, then said, "Good, you take the brothers back first; we'll handle this here."

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