Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

Chapter 528: Almost Dropping the Gun

"Did you see it clearly?" Qin Cang asked in a low voice.

Xiaohu gritted his teeth and nodded. The resentment in his eyes seemed to have been suppressed all night and now it was torn open. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's them... It must be them!"

Qin Cang's eyes were stern, and his gaze was as stagnant as a pool of water.

"Don't worry, living enemies are the real deal." His voice was as low as a snake crawling in the mud. "This isn't that simple. Someone wants to make us fight among ourselves first. The real trick hasn't been revealed yet."

Xiaohu's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving, his hand gripping the gun tighter and tighter, and the bloodshot in his eyes covered the entire whites of his eyes.

"What about Liu San?" He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the distant bushes. His voice was as low as stone grinding against sandpaper: "Let him endure it for now. If the truth is not revealed, it will be easy for others to take advantage of it."

Xiaohu pursed his lips and said nothing, his fingers gripping the gun tighter.

Qin Cang slowly pulled out his box gun, loaded the bullet, raised the muzzle slightly, squinted his eyes and stared at the figure behind the bushes, his voice as light as the wind: "Wait until they get closer... I'll take you to catch them alive."

Xiaohu's heartbeat almost hit his throat. The anger boiling in his chest mixed with the humiliation of being wrongly accused all night made him almost unable to breathe.

But Qin Cang's voice was like cold water, suppressing his anger.

"Don't be impatient, hold it in." Qin Cang whispered, "I will make those who wronged you pay for it one by one."

Xiaohu clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes welled up with tears again, his fingertips gripped the butt of the gun tighter and tighter, his heart felt like a heavy piece of iron was pressing on it, burning hot.

Liu San squatted on the other side of the woods, hiding behind a half-fallen dead tree. His whole body was tense, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his temples and fell into the mud silently.

He had originally sneaked out to see what Qin Cang and Xiao Hu were going to do, but he didn't expect to overhear those words. The words "No one who wronged you will escape" were like a sharp dagger, piercing his heart and almost making him stumble and fall to the ground.

Liu San's breathing suddenly became disordered, his chest heaving violently, his fingers clenched tightly on the bark, his knuckles turning white, and his heartbeat pounding in his chest, causing pain.

Qin Cang suspected him.

No, not just suspicion.

It has been confirmed.

If he finds out... he will definitely kill me.

This thought was like a poisonous snake entangled in Liu San's mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

But he really didn't steal the bullets!

Liu San's mind was in a mess, he was gasping for breath, and the fear in his heart seeped into his bones little by little, like cold water in the winter, soaking down his spine inch by inch.

He knew very well who Qin Cang was.

That man never leaves anyone any chance of survival.

Even if there is the slightest doubt, as long as he finds it, even if you are his biological father or brother, he will open your stomach and dig out the truth on the spot.

Liu San felt his throat tighten, his mouth was dry as if burned by fire, and he made a gurgling swallowing sound in his throat.

He wanted to go out and explain, but he didn't dare.

Explain? Will Qin Cang believe it?

His mind was in a mess, his heart was beating faster and faster, and the sweat in his palms soaked the gun handle, making it slippery, like holding a dead fish that had just been caught.

His lips trembled slightly, his eyes were fixed on Qin Cang's back, and his teeth were chattering.

Who set up this game?

Why him?

He couldn't figure it out, but the fear in his heart was like wild weeds growing wildly, burning stronger and stronger.

They will definitely find out... They will definitely find out...

By then, no one will believe him.

Xiaohu is a young boy, but he is kind-hearted, and Qin Cang trusts him.

And what about yourself?

After so many years in the team, he never relied on the rules, but instead used trickery and sowing discord. If you really dig into his past, you will find that his shady dealings behind the scenes are simply impossible to hide.

Even if he hadn't stolen the bullets, Qin Cang would have definitely beaten him to death.

The more Liu San thought about it, the more scared he became. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain. The clothes on his back had already been soaked with sweat and stuck to his spine, feeling as cold as ice.

He raised his head, his eyes fixed on the two swaying figures behind the bushes, and the fear in his heart was suddenly replaced by a vicious thought.

in case……

If one more of them dies...

Or maybe Qin Cang can't go back at all?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Liu San was shocked and the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

But then, his eyes changed, a cold light appeared in the depths of his eyes, and his teeth were clenched together tightly, like a poisonous snake that was forced into a desperate situation.

As long as Qin Cang dies, no one will investigate this matter anymore.

Little Tiger?

Who would believe what a young man who has just joined the team said?

As long as he can get through these few days and the storm has passed, and then he can find a way to clear himself of the issue, who can still hold him back?

Liu San's eyes became increasingly gloomy, his fingertips clasped on the gun handle, trembling slightly.

His brain felt like it had been poured with boiling oil, burning fiercely, his thoughts churning in a mess, and drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping along the tip of his nose onto the muddy ground.

But... do you really want to kill someone?

As soon as this thought came to my mind, my heart felt like it was being grabbed by someone, and it started beating even more violently.

Liu San's face was pale, his fingers dug into the mud, his teeth were chattering, and his whole body felt like he was thrown into a fire and roasted.

He never killed anyone.

But now, he found that he had nowhere to retreat.

If Qin Cang doesn't die, he will die.

When he died, no one spoke up for him.

The wind in the woods was blowing, rolling up the dead leaves and making them swirl on the ground, like ghost hands crawling in the mud.

Liu San's eyes gradually grew colder, his fingertips slowly stroked the bolt, and a hoarse swallowing sound came from his throat.

He must survive.

He slowly raised the muzzle of the gun, his eyes fixed on Qin Cang's back, his finger slowly pulling the trigger, the muscles on his face twitching slightly, like a wild dog struggling in despair.

The wind blew from the depths of the forest, bringing with it a hint of chill, like countless invisible blades moving through the air.

His fingers tightened more and more, the sweat in his palms dripped down the butt of the gun, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was as rapid as pulling a bellows.

Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, Qin Cang suddenly turned around and glanced at him coldly.

Liu San's heart suddenly sank, and his whole body felt like it was being pinched by an iron clamp, and he almost dropped his gun to the ground.

Qin Cang's gaze was fixed on the direction where he was hiding. There was no panic in his eyes, but instead a hint of cold mockery.

"What are you doing hiding there?"

The voice was very soft, but it was like a sharp blade that cut into Liu San's heart.

Liu San's heartbeat almost stopped, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but he couldn't say anything.