Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Heixiazigou.

This is a vital passage in and out of the Greater Khingan Mountains, and also a notorious "gateway to hell".

It wasn't because the road was dangerous, it was because the people were wicked.

By this time, it was completely dark, and heavy snow was falling.

A thick red pine log lay across the middle of the road, with a bonfire burning beside it.

Seven or eight men, dressed in sheepskin coats and carrying pickaxe handles and hunting rifles, were sitting around a fire, warming themselves and drinking.

A hapless coal truck was parked nearby, its driver kneeling in the snow, pleading for mercy with tears streaming down his face.

"Third Master Wang! Ancestor Wang! I'm truly broke! The freight fee for this trip is only twenty yuan, but you're asking for ten. I'm quitting now!"

The pockmarked man, called "Third Master Wang," kicked the driver into a snowdrift and spat.

"No money? Why are you running a transport business if you don't have money?"

"This Heixiazi Gully road was built by our Wang family! It was trodden out by our ancestors for generations!"

"Don't even mention a coal hauler like you. Even last month, when the county's supplies bureau's jeep passed by, they had to leave me two cartons of cigarettes to pay their way!"

"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't have money, take the spare tire off the shelf to pay off your debt!"

This is the "Wang Family Gang" of Heixiazigou.

Taking advantage of their large numbers and status as local residents, this group has been setting up roadblocks and charging tolls on this essential route for several years.

The emperor is far away and the county has come to investigate several times, but these people just disappear into the mountains and forests, like mice in their holes, impossible to catch.

As soon as the police left, they came out again to block the road.

Over time, even vehicles from the county had to reluctantly pay a toll in order to get to their destinations.

Just as the driver was crying and screaming as he removed the spare tire.

Sudden.

Several beams of light shone from a bend in the mountain road in the distance.

The light was too bright.

It pierced through the swirling snow and illuminated the pine forest along the roadside as bright as day!

Immediately following was a low rumble.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The sound wasn't like the roar of an ordinary Liberation truck, but a deep, powerful roar.

The snow on the ground trembled slightly from the shock.

Old Master Wang squinted, glanced into the distance, and immediately chuckled:

"Oh my! A big job is coming!"

"Look at those headlights and the noise they're making, it's definitely a big convoy! Tonight's feast is all set!"

He stuck the bottle of liquor he was holding into the snow, picked up the double-barreled shotgun, and yelled at his brothers:

"Brothers! Let's get to work!"

"Cheer up, everyone! This looks like a convoy!"

With a whoosh.

Seven or eight men immediately dispersed. Some dragged the red pine log to make it lie more securely; others stood in the middle of the road with pickaxe handles, posing as if to say, "This road is mine."

Old Master Wang stood in the middle of the road, hoisted his hunting rifle onto his shoulder, and looked arrogant.

Nearly.

closer.

Those were three large, dark green vehicles.

The four large headlights on the roof were so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

As is customary, at this point the car should slow down and brake, and then the driver should obediently get out, offer cigarettes, and smile apologetically.

Third Master Wang raised one hand, making the authoritative gesture he had rehearsed countless times in his mind:

"parking!!"

"Turn it off! Get out of the car!"

however.

The next second, the smug look on his face froze.

That car...didn't slow down.

Instead of slowing down, an even more violent roar came from it!

"boom--!!!"

The engine roared instantly, like a wild beast going berserk!

Using the reflection of the snow, Master Wang finally saw what the big guy at the front was.

At the front of the locomotive, there was a dark, sharp, knife-like train track ram welded on!

Four large headlights on the roof stared at him like the eyes of death!

At this moment, where are the fat sheep?

This is a damned Yama, the King of Hell, who takes lives!

"Holy shit!!"

"He didn't brake! He's going to run us over!!"

"Oh my god! Run!!"

The highwaymen, who had just been plotting robbery, were instantly terrified.

The sheer terror of dozens of tons of steel crushing you head-on leaves you with no instinct but to flee for your life.

Pickaxe handles and hunting rifles were scattered all over the ground.

Like frightened mice, they cried and scrambled towards the deep snow ditch on both sides of the road.

Wang Sanye was so frightened that his legs went weak, and with a strange cry, he fell face-first into the snowdrift. He scrambled out on all fours, his crotch instantly getting soaked.

He was genuinely terrified!

Just as he rolled into the ditch.

"boom--!!!"

The steel torrent has arrived.

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest pity.

That thick red pine log was like a fragile chopstick in front of the train track.

"Bang!!!"

With a loud bang, wood chips exploded and flew everywhere!

The enormous impact, along with the broken logs, completely flattened the roadside wooden sheds and campfires!

The wheels rolled on, stirring up a blizzard.

Three heavily modified steel monsters roared past without even honking their horns, exuding an aura of domineering crushing power.

Until that icy blast of air swept past.

With his face covered in snow and a large gash on his forehead from a piece of wood, Uncle Wang shakily crawled out of the snow ditch.

Looking at his messy "checkpoint" and his wet crotch, an unprecedented sense of humiliation rushed to the top of his head.

"Fuck your mother!!"

Enraged, Third Master Wang grabbed his double-barreled shotgun and fired two shots at the rear of the truck.

"Bang! Bang!"

Flames shot out, and iron pellets whistled as they hit the cargo bed of the last vehicle.

"Jingle bells!"

Several crisp sounds.

But it was just a crisp sound.

The thickened angle steel truck bed wasn't left with a single white spot.

……

Inside the driver's cab.

Only the steady, powerful roar of the diesel engine could be heard.

Zhao Shanhe gripped the steering wheel with one hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his expression as cold and stern as iron.

The crisp sound of iron filings hitting a steel plate came from behind.

He didn't even turn his head.

He merely glanced at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, that furious little black dot is jumping around in the wind and snow.

Zhao Shanhe curled his lips into a cold smile and flicked his cigarette ash.

Immediately, he pressed down hard on the accelerator and floored it.

"boom--"

The thick exhaust pipe suddenly spewed out a thick column of black smoke, instantly silencing the shouts and curses behind them.

Then, the steel convoy sped away, its red taillights disappearing into the swirling snow.

Ahead, the darkness was torn apart.

We've arrived at Kaoshantun.