Chapter 608

It would have been fine if he had woken up, but this old bastard was actually fiddling with another rag.

However, this rag looked okay; at the very least, it was a handkerchief that looked old but was very clean.

Seeing this, Wang An didn't hesitate to kick his foot straight toward the old bastard's head.

To tell the truth, Wang An held back his strength with this kick, because he was truly afraid that if he used too much force, he would send this old bastard straight to the Buddha.

At this time, you absolutely cannot kill anyone; you must know that the results of "injury" and "death" are two completely different things.

Unfortunately, after the kick, Wang An still heard a faint "crack" sound from the old bastard's neck.

Fortunately, the sound was really faint, and the neck shouldn't be broken, so Wang An didn't pay any attention to it and swept his eyes toward the direction of the room door.

Since they had already torn off the mask, Wang An didn't kill these people directly, simply because he was afraid of throwing himself in as well.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be as simple as a "crack" sound; not killing him directly would be a disservice to him, and letting him suffer some injuries at this time was not wrong at all.

Seeing that this old bastard didn't pass out this time, but instead held his neck and groaned.

It could be seen that because of Wang An's kick, his neck was seriously painful, and most importantly, his neck seemed to be crooked and couldn't be straightened for the time being.

Noticing the old bastard's painful appearance, Wang An suddenly felt a little bit unable to bear it, so Wang An thought for a moment, picked up the rag on the ground, and covered the old bastard's nose and mouth with it.

The old bastard wanted to dodge and tried his best to block it with his hands, but his strength was not as great as Wang An's, so he was forcibly covered by Wang An with one hand.

As for Wang An's other hand, he was still holding the Type 54, which was really a bit inconvenient.

I have to say, this old bastard understood his own rag; after struggling for a long time, he finally let the hand Wang An covered his mouth with clearly feel him take a deep breath.

Just like that, Wang An covered it for a while longer, and the old bastard perfectly passed out.

Seeing this scene, the remaining three people were all dumbfounded; no one could have imagined that Wang An would actually "use their own methods to treat them."

Discovering that the old bastard had passed out, Wang An finally let go of his hand, but the rag remained on the old bastard's face.

Just as Wang An stood up, he saw Mu Mu Xueli and Wang Li walk out of the room, followed by the person who had run into the room.

At first glance, Wang An was very excited and happy; after all, after working for a long time, he finally saw people.

Immediately after, Wang An frowned deeply and shook his head hard, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

After seeing their faces clearly, Wang An was stunned for a moment, then instantly flew into a rage, roaring loudly with a ferocious face: "F*ck your mother!"

After cursing, Wang An's Type 54 was raised again, and he fired 5 shots in a row.

And with "bang," "bang," "bang"... five gunshots in a row, including the old bastard who had already fainted on the ground, each of these five people was shot in the knee. Then, Wang An casually changed the magazine and, like a madman, pulled the trigger again: "bang," "bang," "bang."

It wasn't until the magazine was emptied again and the Type 54 made several "click," "click" empty sounds that Wang An put down the Type 54 in his hand and kicked the old bastard on the ground wildly with his big feet.

While kicking, Wang An kept cursing loudly: "F*ck your mother," "F*ck your mother," "F*ck your dead mother"... At this time, Wang An had completely turned into a madman, his whole person like a beast that had been provoked, venting the anger in his heart for all he was worth.

In fact, the reason Wang An suddenly became like this was that Mu Mu Xueli and Wang Li looked extremely wretched at this moment, or rather, they had been tortured until they were no longer human.

At this time, the hair on their heads was wet, clearly just wiped dry, and their faces and necks were covered with dense bloodstains, which looked like they had been whipped by ropes or whips.

Their entire faces were not only covered with bloodstains but also bruised and completely deformed; their two eyes were almost sealed by the swollen eyelids, leaving only a thin slit.

Their cheeks and lips were bruised beyond recognition, and the cuts on them were still bleeding.

The clothes on their bodies were no longer the ones they had originally worn, which meant what had happened was self-evident.

Of course, these should be considered external injuries, which people could barely endure looking at; after all, falling into the hands of these people, the situation certainly wouldn't be good, and it was impossible not to suffer some physical pain.

But the most important thing, and the thing that made Wang An gnash his teeth in hatred, was that both of their legs were crippled; even in this dim light, one could see that their legs were not straight and were splayed to the sides, trembling with every step they took.

In such a short time, to be precise, in less than an hour and a half, two perfectly fine young men had become such ghosts! Who could stand this?

Let alone that they were Wang An's younger brothers, even if they were just strangers, people would feel unbearable looking at them; the main thing is that this is just too miserable!

To tell the truth, Wang An was still maintaining a trace of reason at this time; after all, this was in the county seat; otherwise, Wang An would have killed all five of these people no matter what.

Just as Wang An was cursing with foul language and his two big feet were constantly outputting wildly on this old bastard, Wang Shuai and Ma Guoqiang, who had gone to buy food, came over.

At first, these two didn't take it seriously as they carried a pile of lunch boxes with hemp ropes; after all, fighting and brawling on the street in this era was the most normal thing.

Occasionally, when both sides got anxious and used guns, it wasn't hard to see; after all, when guns were rampant, it would be abnormal not to use them if you had them.

But the most strange thing was that although guns were rampant at this time, the vast majority of gun owners could maintain a bottom line, which was that they would never easily shoot at people.

Even if they did shoot, very few people would pull the trigger at a person's vital parts.

But when these two heard the continuous gunshots and heard that it was Wang An cursing, they were stunned for a moment.

Immediately after, these two threw the lunch boxes they were carrying on the ground regardless and pulled out their pistols from their waistbands while running toward the direction where Wang An was.

It wasn't far, so in less than ten seconds, these two arrived at the scene.

(End of chapter)