The sudden shout made the man who was directing his subordinates to clear obstacles pause for a mont. He imdiately shielded his eyes with his hand and scanned around, quickly spotting Old Lin in front of the only open window not far away on the second floor.
Seeing no response from the other party, Old Lin repeated the previous question once more.
Soon, the man leading the bandits coldly chuckled and said:
"Hmph, early or late, does it make a difference? But you guys putting these things in the way, what's the aning? You're not planning on handing over supplies, are you?"
The bandit leader's rhetorical question imdiately heightened the tension on the scene.
However, Lin Junfu seed quite calm; countless life-and-death trials had already made this old traffic officer indifferent:
"Heh heh, brother, we didn't want to make it like this either, but we have no choice. Aren't we just afraid you'd be heavy-handed, brother? You said last ti that you have a bunch of n to feed, it's not easy. But have you thought about us on this side? Don't I also have a villa full of people who need eating, drinking, and more? So you're asking to provide a truckload of supplies—heh heh—a bit too much. But since we're all making a living here, let's not get too difficult for each other. Providing so necessary assistance is possible. How about it? It'd be good for both of us, right?"
With softness wrapped in hardness, Old Lin's words on one hand clearly stated their position, while on the other did not leave room for the other party to save face.
Nevertheless, it was clear that this ti the bandits had driven over ready for a "do or die". The leading man nearly shouted angrily as soon as Old Lin finished speaking:
"Damn your mother, 'necessary supplies' my ass! You think I'm begging? I'm not wasting ti with you. I told you two weeks ago, a truckload of supplies. If you can't do that, don't bla for being ruthless."
With that said, he pulled out a pistol, and without any warning, fired a shot towards Old Lin's position, shattering the window glass.
"Old Lin, are you alright?" Hearing the gunshot, Old Xu downstairs couldn't help but get worried, never expecting the other party to be so savage.
Old Lin glanced at the glass shards at his feet, grateful that Wei Dazhuang had pulled him aside just now. Otherwise, today might have been the end for him: "I'm fine, but that leader's shooting is pretty good, everyone be extra careful!"
The sound of gunfire also marked the breakdown of negotiations. After knowing Lin Junfu was unhard, Old Xu relaxed a bit and imdiately picked up the walkie-talkie, stating sternly: "All units attention, prepare for battle. Hit them hard, don't let them approach the villa. Over!"
No need for Old Xu to give orders. From the mont the bandit leader pulled the trigger, he taphorically ignited a barrel filled with fuel.
Almost simultaneously, several arrows shot at him from different angles, one even grazing across his forehead, scaring him into retreating behind the car to hide.
"Damn! Missed it by a bit!"
Hu Xiaodong frustratingly let go of the bowstring, reloading another arrow.
The previous arrow was shot by him, but unfortunately, just as the arrow was about to hit the bandit leader, he was bumped slightly by a nearby dodging subordinate, which luckily allowed him to escape a headshot.
A missed opportunity, trying to kill again now seed much harder.
The bandits all hid behind cars, observing under the cover of the vehicles, causing Wang Qiang to curse loudly with each shot: "F***ing mother, a bunch of cowards hiding like turtles! You want to rob with such uselessness? Damn, idiots!"
"Alright! Everyone stop shooting, imdiately change firing positions as planned, rember not to expose your position! Over!"
Seeing the opportunity slip, Old Zhang adjusted the setup accordingly.
Since they had already been pushed behind cars by our first round of attacks and dared not show themselves, continuing like this would only waste ammunition and fail to hit the enemy, also allowing the enemy a chance to counterattack.
Wang Qiang, like everyone else, imdiately left the place they were guarding after receiving the order, though he kept cursing even after switching rooms:
"Your grandpa, all hiding behind cars like cowards, your master Wang has no interest in feeding so many grandsons! Do you have the guts or not, just co out!"
Old Xu was also made to laugh by Wang Qiang's cursing. He shook his head, thought for a mont, and eventually released his thumb from the communication button. He originally planned to tell Wang Qiang not to yell and expose positions, but then reconsidered and thought this might also ss up the enemy's morale.
Sure enough, being insulted directly ssed with the bandit leader's ego, especially when he turned and saw his subordinates looking at him with disdain, thinking they were mocking him.
This angered the bandit leader, making him blood-boiled, eyes bulging, shouting in furious wrath: "What the hell are you all standing there like idiots for? Watching a show? Get out there, what do you think you're holding, sticks for kindling? Damn it, bunch of good-for-nothings! Go out! Get out there and take them down!"
Scolded from both sides, the subordinates naturally didn't feel good. They weren't nice ones to begin with, usually ruthless and fierce. They were just montarily befuddled by the sudden rain of arrows from the villa earlier.
After being chaotically chastised by both sides, they were now all fired up.
At the mont, two subordinates, seeing no movent outside, boldly peeked their heads out.
All of this was seen by Old Zhao on the rooftop. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "All teams, don't move, let the rats move first. Once they're in, we strike. And Wang Qiang, keep cursing, as distasteful as you can get, over!"
Without a doubt, Wang Qiang's insults had an unexpected effect. Even Old Zhao, a well-mannered person, approved of this approach!
Nothing to say, swearing was second nature to Wang Qiang, a piece of cake.
He imdiately went full-force, changing up his words, endlessly cursing the bandits' ancestors, nearly short of digging up their ancestral graves by hand.
A man could be killed, but not humiliated. The bandit leader had lived for many years, still a figure in the underground world, and when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Instantly, his eyes were ablaze with rage, his distorted face terrifying and nacing.
With a howl, he charged out, gun in hand, shouting as he went: "You bastard Wang, co out this instant, I'm going to skin you and break your bones!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welco to go to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian to read.)
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