Behind the corner of the wall stood dozens of men. These men were holding ropes, nets, and large sacks. They seemed to be waiting for something.
"Master Bear, he's back. The target is following him. Can we make our move?"
The man who had been peeking out from the corner saw Zhang Xiaoqiang approaching. He turned around and ran behind him to report to a burly middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was in his forties. His unshaven face was especially frightening. Half of his cheeks were badly mutilated by old scars. His skin and flesh were twisted, and the scars intertwined like a centipede. One of his eyes was gone, and the eye socket without an eyeball was just a miserable white.
"There's no rush. We'll catch him after he turns around the wall. I hope his identity is as rumored, or else it'll be difficult."
The man called Master Bear was like a demon. His voice was not rough or loud, and he had a northern accent. If one did not see his face, one would think that he was a gentle man.
The man who reported the news heard it and signaled the people behind Master Bear. A few men came out with ropes and sacks. They walked to the corner and leaned against the wall to wait.
Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt a slight sense of unease, like something was about to happen. This made him hesitate, and he slowed down. After a while, the unease he felt was still as light as before, far from the danger he felt before.
This made Zhang Xiaoqiang mistakenly believe that there was a thief's accomplice behind the wall. Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a gun and placed it on his leg. He increased his speed again. He was confident in his marksmanship. Three to five people were nothing to him. The man in front of him had already turned around the corner. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed closely behind. The road was bumpy, and the bumpy road distracted Zhang Xiaoqiang.
When he turned around the corner, he saw a group of men looking at him with unfriendly eyes. This made him suspicious. While he was confused, there was a loud shout, and four men jumped out from beside him …
Zhang Xiao Qiang turned his head to look at the wall beside him. There were 4 men with twisted expressions on their faces, pouncing towards him. Two of them were holding ropes, one was holding a sack. The man at the front was empty-handed, his arms wide open as he tried to grab Zhang Xiao Qiang. The 4 men wanted to capture him alive.
Quick as lightning, Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand gripped the pistol on his thigh. Before he could raise it, the man who wanted to hug him had already approached him. The man's hands were only a hair's breadth away from his collar.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand suddenly swung out, smashing the man's hands away with an afterimage. He grabbed the man's throat with a backhand, and his five fingers instantly tightened and exerted force. The huge force made his left hand clutch the man's throat, and the nails between his five fingers easily pierced into the man's neck like cutting tofu.
"Ha …"
With a loud shout, Zhang Xiaoqiang tore a big hole in the man's throat, and a bloody throat was pulled out along with the meridians. Blood splattered everywhere, and the man spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. His eyes rolled back, and he weakly fell to the side of the wheelchair.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were like ice as he stared at the three men pouncing on him from behind. His head and face were covered in blood, and his left hand was still clutching the throat that was dripping with blood. The gurgling blood flowed down like a stream, slowly revealing the eerie whiteness of the throat.
The three men maintained their attacking posture and stood still like three statues. Their eyes were filled with deep fear. They had already forgotten their mission, and in their eyes, there was only the throat and the blood on it.
"Go …" A loud shout from afar woke the three men up. They howled like wild wolves, and their faces were twisted. They continued to pounce on Zhang Xiaoqiang like evil spirits.
Three gunshots rang out, and the three men fell to the ground. Their lifeless eyes looked at the sky, and blood flowed out from the gunshot holes on their foreheads.
At the same time, at the camp's wall.
"Where to shoot?
Where to shoot? "
The leader of the four-man heavy firepower team leaned on his chair and asked the team members above him. From the sound of it, it seemed to be not far from the camp, and this piqued the leader's interest.
"I don't know, we can't see. It's probably in the gathering place. Maybe the guys inside are fighting. Who knows?"
The team members on guard looked for a long time, but they couldn't see anything. Most of their attention was on the market area and the lake, and they didn't care about the people who left the market. They didn't see Zhang Xiaoqiang leave, so naturally, they didn't know that Zhang Xiaoqiang was in danger.
"What happened?
Where to shoot? "
Huang Quan ran out from the depths of the camp, holding a belt in his hand and tying it on his body. His hair was dripping wet, and there was some white foam on it. It seemed that Huang Quan was taking a shower, and only ran out when he heard the gunshots.
"I don't know, it has nothing to do with us. It came from the gathering place. Maybe someone is fighting. Ha … Maybe the women in the women's camp were ambushed again?"
The team member above him had an indifferent look on his face. He was gloating over the speculation of the women's camp. All the team members knew about Uncle Yun and Yutou, and they didn't like the women's camp.
When Huang Quan heard that something might have happened to the women's camp, he was stunned. His face was uncertain. He hated the women's camp more than anyone else, but he couldn't let go of his old classmate, Zhao Xiaobo. When he thought that the women's camp might be breached, Zhao Xiaobo might be killed, or something else, he felt bad.
Of course, it was just bad. Huang Quan had already done his best by giving the women's camp thousands of catties of fish. He was unwilling to lead his team members to fight for others. In the end, he let out a long sigh and returned to the camp to continue his shower.
Back to the scene.
The dozens of people standing not far away were stunned. They looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and the four bodies on the ground. In less than a minute, Zhang Xiaoqiang killed four people in a row. His methods were ruthless. One of them died miserably. The flesh on his throat was torn open, and his cervical vertebrae could be vaguely seen. Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, forming a blood stream on the ground, and flowed under Zhang Xiaoqiang's wheelchair.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the dozens of men in front of him and slowly turned his wheelchair to retreat. A wise man submits to circumstances. His body had not fully recovered, and the dozens of men rushing at him together would not give him much time to reload. While the dozens of people were frightened by him, he slowly retreated. As long as he reached the corner, his rescue would appear.
"All of you, capture him. Everyone, 500 catties of rice, three beauties …"
The voice that shouted earlier rang out in the crowd again. It was Mandarin with a northern accent. It did not carry much emotion. It was very cold and penetrating, causing the stunned men to regain their senses. When they regained their senses, they did not dare to move forward because Zhang Xiaoqiang had raised his gun again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his gun and aimed at the people in front of him. His eyes swept across the crowd, trying to find the leader who was hiding in the crowd and giving orders. Unfortunately, that person was too cunning. He did not even want to expose his clothes to Zhang Xiaoqiang's sight.
Seeing that none of the dozens of people dared to move, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt slightly relieved. He put down his gun and quickly turned his wheelchair. He swore in his heart that as long as his body had not fully recovered, he would not run around blindly again.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to retreat, Elder Bear, who was hiding in the crowd, became anxious. He flicked his sleeves, and two silver-gray guns appeared in his hands. He raised his hands and fired. Two gunshots rang out, and the two people standing at the front of the crowd looked as if they had been electrocuted. Black and white substances spurted out of their heads, and they suddenly leaned forward and fell to the ground with a thud.
The two men had two holes in the back of their heads. Blood mixed with brain matter flowed out of the holes. Not far away from them, broken skulls with hair still attached fell to the side, and brain matter scattered around.
"Don't move or die …"