Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

This is not because Ma Liang is trying to scare people or show off, but when the task is assigned to him, he needs to take action.

It proves that all those who try to reason professionally have failed, and it is time for Ma Liang to "reason" with the enemy using iron and blood.

The situation is similar now.

"Bang bang bang..."

As he spoke, Ma Liang whipped out his Glock 45 in a flash, and all people heard was a series of dense gunshots in a line.

In less than two seconds, the five small bandits fell to the ground.

Li Heihu died after half of his head was blown off by a 9mm bullet, and only a few fingers of his right hand, which was holding the gun, were left hanging outside.

Ma Liang used a Glock 45 with a special barrel. Since mm armor-piercing bullets were somewhat precious, Ma Liang had already replaced them with reduced-charge mm bullets.

After all, it was 1938, not the era when every enemy could be equipped with a set of lightweight bulletproof vests, so using armor-piercing bullets was a bit wasteful.

Although the armor-piercing ability of the 9mm bullet with reduced charge is reduced, its stopping power is greatly increased.

Hitting someone on the head at such a close distance is no different from hitting a watermelon with a hammer.

The power of this reduced-charge bullet is so great that even the American magazine-emptying man has praised it.

The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Ma Liang, the pale-faced scholar, in horror.

Seeing that Ma Liang had killed many people without any expression on his face, with the strange gun in his hand still firmly pressed against Li Heihu's forehead, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

"Please spare my life, man!"

Li Heihu immediately begged for mercy loudly.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be a hero. He just says a few encouraging words like “Just shoot if you have the guts,” and “Eighteen years later you’ll be a hero again.”

But looking at Ma Liang's eyes that were free of emotion, he was almost certain that the other party would shoot without hesitation.

"Are you scared too?"

Ma Liang was a little surprised. This was not like the image he had of a hero from the outlaw forest. He hadn't even started to use any tactics yet!

Before Ma Liang could continue to question Li Heihu, Xiu'er, who had just been untied, decisively picked up Li Heihu's Mauser pistol that had fallen on the ground.

It seemed that Li Heihu had taken advantage of him when he was tied up, so he shot him without hesitation.

"boom!"

Li Heihu's skull was blown off by a 7.63mm bullet while he was still wearing a flattering smile on his face.

"what?"

Ma Liang looked at Xiu'er with some surprise, not blaming her for killing the person he had left alone to interrogate for information.

On the contrary, Ma Liang was even more surprised that Xiu'er, a woman, not only did not scream in fear when faced with such a bloody scene, but instead decisively picked up the gun and killed people.

"Xiu'er, don't waste bullets."

Seeing that Xiu'er was still not satisfied and wanted to shoot Li Heihu who took advantage of her to vent his anger, Zhao Laoba at the side stopped Xiu'er from shooting in time. The reason was actually to save bullets?

Xiu'er then stopped and happily hugged Li Heihu's old Mauser pistol, and even took the initiative to touch Li Heihu's body to feel for bullets.

This made Ma Liang very shocked. What made him even more shocked was that the villagers nearby were not afraid at all. Instead, they stared at the several Hanyang-made rifles scattered on the ground with a covetous look.

If Ma Liang, the god of death, hadn't been there to calm them down, they might have started fighting over these broken guns.

Seeing everyone looking accustomed to life and death, Ma Liang suddenly remembered that the people here are tough and will fight back if they don't accept it!

They are cousins born in 1938. Maybe some of these villagers were Red Army soldiers and had participated in the war.

Thinking of this, Ma Liang waved his hand to signal everyone to take the spoils.

"Oh!"

Almost in an instant, more than a dozen young men rushed forward. In less than a minute, all the bandits, including Li Heihu, were stripped naked.

Most people cannot understand how poor the people in the mountains are. Many teenagers are still naked!

Nothing useful will remain.

"Brother Wu's shooting skills are really good. His clothes weren't damaged at all."

Several young men who had snatched the clothes held their trophies and praised Ma Liang for his good marksmanship, saying that he only hit the head and did not damage the clothes.

As for the others, they gathered around the strongest companions and looked at the rifles in their hands with envy.

However, unlike the young people who were excited, mature and prudent people like Zhao Laoba and Zhao Deyi thought more and looked worried.

All the young men in the village who can fight have joined the army, and now only some half-grown kids are left. Otherwise, they wouldn't be bullied by the bandits like this.

Ma Liang's move undoubtedly stirred up a hornet's nest, and the bandits will definitely retaliate.

The village chief Zhao De gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, thought it over again and again, and finally mustered up the courage to come to Ma Liang.

"Young man, you've caused a big disaster. You killed the Eighth Master of Black Wind Mountain. They will definitely not let it go."

Ma Liang thought the village chief was going to blame him for bringing disaster to the village, so he calmly grabbed his Glock 45, interrupted the village chief, and raised the gun in his hand:

"I won't give up!"

The village chief looked at Ma Liang with some confusion. What does this have to do with anything?

You won't give up yet?

But he continued to persuade Ma Liang:

"Take Xiu'er and run as far as you can."

"No matter how good you are at fighting, you can't defeat the more than one hundred bandits in Black Wind Mountain with just a pistol. I heard that they recently gathered a group of defeated soldiers, and they also have machine guns and small steel cannons!"

Zhao Laoba didn't say a word. He took the dozen or so dollars from Li Heihu and his own money, a total of more than fifty dollars, and stuffed them into Xiu'er's pocket. His meaning was very clear.

Xiu'er looked at her father, then at Ma Liang who looked calm, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The tough mountain girl who had the courage to shoot people in the head just now is now crying.

Ma Liang had no intention of moving. Instead, he put the Glock 45 he had been holding in his hand back into his portable holster and turned to ask the village chief:

"What if the bandits come to seek revenge on you after we leave?"

Hearing Ma Liang's question, the village chief said helplessly:

"What can we do? Hide the young people and the food, and kill and bury the remaining old ones like us."

Ma Liang was silent for a while, but seeing that there were only twenty or thirty young and strong men in the village, he wanted to ask why they didn't fight to the death, but he couldn't open his mouth.

However, Ma Liang still comforted everyone:

"It's okay. I'll handle the trouble I caused myself."

Village chief Zhao Deyi was so angry at Ma Liang that he almost laughed.

"How can you solve this problem with only one person and a gun? Take my advice and run!"

Ma Liang calmly explained:

"Just kill them all!"

Ma Liang was not bragging. If he only had this little equipment, he would definitely listen to the village chief and run away.

With this threat from himself outside, the village would not necessarily suffer a large-scale disaster, and then look for an opportunity to resolve the matter.

But now I have an agent material transfer station with me, with all kinds of advanced agent equipment.

As long as they were not troops from the Five Permanent Members' countries or elite troops from other countries, Ma Liang had the confidence to give them a try, let alone a group of ragtag bandits in 1938.

"That's right, Village Chief, you should listen to Brother Wu and fight the damn Black Wind Mountain bandits."

"We should have fought a long time ago. We have been bullied so much since Brother Zhuzi and the others left. We can't stand it any longer."

A few young men who grabbed guns started to make a fuss while holding their guns, wanting to join Ma Liang in the fight.