Zhang Xiaoqiang had just returned to the camp and did not have time to rest. He led a few hundred people out of the camp and rushed into the gathering place. Before this, all the forces had received Zhang Huai'an's notice and knew what was going on. They all sent people to help with the search, including Qian Kaixi's police and Sun Kefu's men.
The whole gathering place was like a pot of boiling oil. Nearly two thousand armed men with guns and sticks began a search that had never been done before. They dug three feet into the ground like a middle-aged man who was killed by Wan Qiang. This time, whether it was the shacks of the poor or the residential areas of the commoners, they were all searched.
This time, Zhang Huai'an put in a lot of effort. Anyone who was found by other forces would be rewarded with thirty thousand 7.62 mm bullets on the spot. If the militia found the bodies, each person would be rewarded with ten cartons of high-grade cigarettes.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were wide open as they searched for clues on the ground. There were also people using long bamboo poles to salvage the bodies in the gathering place. There were even people rummaging through the garbage mountains that no one usually went to.
Zhang Xiaoqiang patrolled between the various areas, supervising the militia's search. He had never suffered such a big loss in the gathering place. He was really angry. He swore in his heart that once he found the murderer, he would peel off his scalp and light him on fire.
Countless poor people were chased out of their homes and obediently occupied empty spaces for inspection and identification. The armed men rushed into their homes with small hammers and hammered everywhere, looking for secret doors and tunnels.
No one dared to resist, and no one dared to show a trace of dissatisfaction. The camp's limelight was too big in the gathering place. The decapitated heads in the center of the empty space were still waiting to rot in the soil. They were afraid of being associated with the camp, so they tried their best to appear docile, hoping that the camp would not suspect them.
As time passed, Zhang Xiaoqiang became more and more anxious. He did not find any clues at all. The people below him were exhausted, and the people in the gathering place were in a state of panic. He did not set out even if he wanted to.
Walking to a corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang smoked a cigarette in his mouth and looked around in boredom. All he could see were men and women with panicked expressions, as well as the hoarse shouts of the militias and other armed men.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang spat out his cigarette and rushed in a direction. He saw a bald man with a burly build. Half of his face was covered with scars, and he only had one eye. It was Elder Bear, who had ambushed him before.
Big Bear stood in the distance and looked over, as if he was observing something. His eyes wandered around, and suddenly, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang rushing over. His expression changed, and he turned and ran.
For a moment, he was running in front, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was chasing after him. The two of them left the center of the bustling scene one after another.
Big Bear's speed was not slow. His burly body was very agile, and his movements were abnormally light. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang's speed was faster, and the two of them were closing in on each other.
Seeing that he was about to catch up to Big Bear, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not use his gun. He wanted to capture him in one piece and interrogate him about the ambush. Big Bear did not hear Zhang Xiaoqiang's footsteps. First, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's reflection appear in front of him under the reflection of the sun. Without a sound, Zhang Xiaoqiang was already not far behind him.
Big Bear let out a loud roar. He straightened his back and pulled out two guns with both hands. The instant he fell to the ground, he aimed at Zhang Xiaoqiang and pulled the trigger. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw Big Bear suddenly stop and lie down with his head up. He was puzzled, but he saw Big Bear staring at him with a burning gaze. The two guns continuously fired. Zhang Xiaoqiang dodged quickly, dodging all the bullets. He arrived in front of Big Bear's head and stomped down.
Coincidentally, Big Bear fell to the ground. Before he could move, the sole of Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoe landed on his chest. Immediately, an arrow of blood shot out from his mouth. The arrow of blood landed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body.
Zhang Xiaoqiang dodged to the side. Big Bear took the opportunity to kneel on one knee and fire all the remaining bullets in his gun. The distance was too close, and Zhang Xiaoqiang had no choice but to dodge.
Dodging all the bullets, Zhang Xiao Qiang rushed forward again. Two shiny silver pistols flew towards his face. Zhang Xiao Qiang reached out and caught the two pistols in his hands. The jet-black chain darts pierced towards his eyes amidst the sound of chains.
Facing the incoming darts, Zhang Xiao Qiang wasn't nervous at all. He casually used the handle of the pistol in his hand to deflect it, and in an instant, he had already charged in front of Boss Bear. Boss Bear's single eye was filled with shock, and the pistol's handle smashed into his scarred face viciously. Boss Bear screamed in pain as he rolled to one side, and 2 of his teeth fell out of his mouth.
As soon as he landed, Zhang Xiaoqiang was merciless. Just as he was about to give Big Bear a few vicious blows, he saw two black little pineapples fall from Big Bear's hands. Seeing those two things, Zhang Xiaoqiang's pupils constricted. Weren't those grenades?
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not expect Big Bear to be so ruthless. Before the final moment, he actually wanted to die together with Big Bear. Seeing the grenades, Zhang Xiaoqiang was so scared that his chrysanthemum clenched. He was wearing combat armor, but his face was not. If he was hit by the explosion, he would not be able to bear it.
Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped around like a flea. He broke through the door of the shack beside him and escaped inside. The shack was not sturdy to begin with. With a loud bang, the entire shack collapsed.
Then, he heard two farts coming from outside. A wave of black smoke with a foul smell quickly spread across the ground, covering a radius of more than ten meters.
In the thick smoke, the coughing Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed aside the sticks and branches that were pinning him down. He rushed out of the smoke. The smoke made him dizzy. He took two deep breaths and looked around, searching for Big Bear …
Big Bear stumbled back to his lair. This time, he had suffered a great loss. His heart meridian had been seriously injured by Zhang Xiaoqiang's kick. Facing Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had his hands and feet intact, he, who had left a great reputation in the pugilistic world, was beaten to the point where he could not fight back.
At this moment, half of his face was swollen, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was no longer the mighty Big Bear from before, but a stray dog.
When a wild beast was injured, it would not expose its weakness in front of others. Big Bear was an injured wild beast at this moment. He did not call for his subordinates, nor did he inform anyone. He silently returned to the walls of the camp, climbed over the wall, and entered the small courtyard where Wen Wen was. After taking three to five steps, he could no longer hold on, and fell in front of Wen Wen's door.
After a while, the wooden door opened, and a fair-skinned Wen Wen walked out. He looked down at Big Bear, who was struggling at death's door.
"Young Master … I've been discovered by the other side. The situation is not good. Please … please make preparations."
Big Bear raised his head and looked at Wen Wen as he panted. There was no longer a trace of ferocity in his eyes. Other than anxiety, there was worry. He was worried for Wen Wen. The camp was no longer something they could afford to offend.
Wen Wen did not say anything at first. He only looked at Big Bear, who was panting on the ground. He ignored the blood flowing from the corner of Big Bear's mouth, and did not squat down to help him up. He only looked at Big Bear with a calm gaze, as if he was looking at a dead object.