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

With Liu Cuihua's piercing cry of "Indecent assault!", the already taut string snapped completely.

"Kill these thuggish cops!"

"Charge in! Smash their hideout!"

Hundreds of villagers, their eyes already bloodshot, surged forward like a flood bursting its banks, wielding torches, shovels, and pickaxe handles, roaring as they charged toward the thin human wall.

At that moment, no one cared about the law or the consequences.

Under the fanatical cover of the so-called "the law does not punish the masses," the evil of human nature is magnified infinitely.

"Bang!"

Xiao Liu, who had just shouted "assaulting a police officer," hadn't even had time to take out his handcuffs when a burly man kicked him in the stomach.

Xiao Liu screamed and curled up like a shrimp, collapsing directly onto the muddy ground mixed with urine.

But this was not just an act of violence against Xiao Liu alone.

The row of young police officers, who were holding hands and trying to block the surge with their bodies, were instantly swallowed up by the surging crowd.

"Don't fight back! Protect your head! Don't fight back!!"

I don't know who shouted it, but it was discipline ingrained in their bones.

Then, the most tragic scene unfolded.

A dozen or so young men in their early twenties faced a hail of fists, shoe soles, and even sticks, yet they didn't retaliate even once.

Some of them crouched down with their heads in their hands, some curled up on the ground, and some stood back to back, bracing against the door of the archives behind them, letting the villagers tear at their police uniforms and scratch their faces.

"ah!!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Some people stepped on their hands, some kicked their waists, and even a few old women kneeling on the ground took advantage of the chaos to pull out awls used for sewing shoe soles and stabbed their thighs hard.

This is a one-sided massacre.

Old Zhou's peaked cap was knocked off by a slap, and his lip was split open, yet he still desperately spread his arms to protect the two interns behind him, whose faces were already covered in blood.

"Don't hit the child! If you're angry, take it out on me!!"

His response was a stone that slammed hard into his forehead.

"Thump!"

Blood streamed down Old Zhou's face, but he remained rooted to the spot like a nail, fighting to the death.

This scene made Zhang Guodong, who was on the steps, furious.

His face was covered in filth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by a giant hand.

Those were his soldiers!

"stop!!"

Zhang Guodong suddenly raised his arm, pointing his Type 54 pistol straight at the sky.

"Bang--!!"

A crisp gunshot ripped through the noisy night sky.

In that instant, the entire police station compound seemed to be put on pause.

The burly man who was beating the policeman stopped, and the old woman who was about to tear off the policeman's uniform froze.

Hundreds of eyes turned to Zhang Guodong, who stood on the steps, his face contorted in a grimace, holding a still-smoking pistol.

"Everyone, stand back!!"

Zhang Guodong's voice was hoarse, filled with a desperate roar:

"If anyone dares to move again, I won't be so polite!!"

This shot did indeed shock most of the villagers who had never seen the world.

A slight panic began to emerge in the crowd, with a few timid individuals even instinctively shrinking back.

However, just as the situation was about to be brought under control...

Liu Cuihua, who was rolling on the ground shouting "molestation," suddenly jumped up from the ground after a quick dart around in her eyes.

She saw Zhang Guodong pointing his gun at the sky, and she also saw the struggle and hesitation in his eyes.

"What are you afraid of! Don't be afraid!!"

Liu Cuihua suddenly screamed and rushed down the steps, tearing open the strap of her red bodice to reveal a patch of white skin, thrusting her breasts directly in front of Zhang Guodong:

"He's afraid to fire!!"

"He's a policeman! If he dares to kill someone, he'll pay with his life!"

"Come on! Zhang Guodong! Shoot here!!"

Liu Cuihua patted her chest as she relentlessly pursued Zhang Guodong like a madwoman, her spittle almost landing on his face.

"Don't hit the sky! Hit me! If you've got the guts, kill me! Kill our whole village, young and old!!"

Her fan caused the previously frightened crowd to erupt in chaos once more.

"Yes! The police are killing people!!"

"Let's fight him!!"

"Charge! Take his gun!!"

Someone shouted from the crowd, and the group of hooligans who had been eyeing the gun in Zhang Guodong's hand immediately understood.

Several burly men, mixed among dozens of elderly men and women, surged toward Zhang Guodong like a tide.

"Stop! Stop right there!!"

Zhang Guodong retreated repeatedly, but he couldn't fire a shot at all.

The people at the front were all elderly people in their seventies and eighties. They were all baring their teeth and claws, grabbing his legs and pulling his arms, completely restricting his movement.

"I'm going to shoot!! Back off!!"

Zhang Guodong was so anxious that his eyes were cracking, but he was held tightly and couldn't move at all.

Just then.

A black hand reached out from under an old woman's armpit.

That was a thug with a fierce face who had long had his eye on the Type 54 pistol in Zhang Guodong's hand.

Taking advantage of the moment when Zhang Guodong was entangled by the old man, he suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Zhang Guodong's wrist, and gripped the gun barrel tightly with his other hand.

"Give it to me!!"

The scoundrel grinned maliciously and tried to pry Zhang Guodong's fingers off.

"You dare to steal my gun?!"

Zhang Guodong was terrified and desperately tried to protect the gun, but the thug was extremely strong, and with several old men around him pulling down on Zhang Guodong's arm, the gun was about to slip from his grasp.

This is no longer just causing trouble.

This is theft of police equipment! It's a serious crime punishable by immediate death!

"Let go!! You're asking for it!!"

Zhang Guodong roared, but he lost his balance and couldn't muster any strength.

A greedy glint flashed in the thug's eyes; his finger was already on the trigger guard, and he was still shouting:

"This gun is mine now!!"

At this critical moment.

Suddenly, a deafening roar, like muffled thunder, rang in everyone's ears.

"boom--!!!"

That wasn't the crisp "bang" sound of a pistol.

That was the characteristic, ferocious roar of a 12-gauge double-barreled shotgun.

A huge burst of flame erupted from it.

The scoundrel who was grabbing Zhang Guodong's wrist and grinning maliciously as he tried to snatch the gun looked like a rag doll that had been hit by a high-speed truck.

"ah!!!!"

A piercing scream that turned into a distorted scream.

The immense impact sent him flying, his body arcing through the air before crashing heavily onto the coffin lid two meters away, making a loud "thud" as he slammed into the black lacquered coffin.

His shoulders and arms were covered in blood and gore, the result of being bombarded at close range by hundreds of tiny lead bullets.

The smell of blood instantly overpowered the stench of urine in the yard.

The whole world fell silent.

The elderly couple, who had been frantically tearing at each other just moments before, were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, trembling with fear.

Liu Cuihua, who had just been yelling "Shoot here!", was so frightened by the sight of her cousin, who was covered in blood and convulsing on the ground, that she couldn't even scream. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed into the muddy water.

Only Zhang Guodong was still clutching the pistol that had almost been stolen from him, panting heavily, staring ahead in shock.

In the shadow of the Jiefang truck parked at the entrance of the office building.

Zhao Shanhe slowly walked out.

He held a double-barreled shotgun that was still emitting smoke in his hand, the butt resting against his shoulder, the muzzle lowered, and his eyes as cold as ice in the dead of winter.

He was wearing a sheepskin coat and suede shoes, and every step he took made a dull sound.

He didn't even glance at the scoundrel who had been blasted away, but walked straight to Zhang Guodong, who was standing there dumbfounded.

"Click."

Zhao Shanhe expressionlessly pried open the shotgun magazine, pinched out the scalding hot cartridge case with two fingers, and casually tossed it on the ground with a crisp sound.

Then, he took out a red slug from his pocket and slowly and methodically inserted it into the chamber of the gun in front of hundreds of terrified villagers.

Close the barrel.

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After doing all this, he finally raised his eyelids, glanced around at the silent crowd, and spoke in a flat, emotionless tone:

"Director Zhang is a policeman; he doesn't beat ordinary people."

"But I am not."

Zhao Shanhe raised his hunting rifle, pressing the muzzle directly against the forehead of Liu Cuihua, who had been shouting the loudest just moments before.

"I am one of the masses."

"That guy just tried to grab a policeman's gun. I shot him to save people. That's called acting bravely for a just cause, and it's also called self-defense."

"Now."

Zhao Shanhe's finger rested on the trigger, looking at Liu Cuihua, who had already wet her pants in fear:

"Who else wants to try?"