Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

Zhang Minghui didn't know that his men were discussing his skills, and with the guidance of the moonlight, Zhang Minghui moved quickly, following Wang Quezi's breath.

Keep moving forward.

Arriving outside the courtyard, Zhang Minghui held his breath and observed carefully. This was a two-story courtyard, an old house that had been abandoned for a long time. The walls were half-broken, the doors and windows were old, and there were ruins everywhere.

It was obvious that the yard had been abandoned for a long time. Under the erosion of wind and rain, it was already in ruins and in a mess.

Zhang Minghui walked forward cautiously, trying to avoid making any noise with his feet so as not to disturb Wang Cuzi who was hiding in the backyard.

Zhang Minghui tiptoed to the backyard and stared at a patch of weeds. He stopped and listened quietly. The scent of Wang Quezi was right under his feet.

Zhang Minghui heard the snoring of three people and the faint breathing sound of another person coming from under his feet.

Huh, Zhang Minghui's expression became tense. He guessed that the person who was breathing faintly might not be asleep, and was the one arranged by Wang Quezi to keep watch.

I didn't expect there was a sentry.

It seems that Wang Quezi is very cautious!

When sleeping, someone is arranged to keep an eye on the situation outside.

Zhang Minghui hesitated for a moment and decided to use a gun to deal with his opponent. He didn't know how big the space was below, and if he used martial arts, he was afraid that he would give them time to react.

After all, there are a lot of people, and accidents are likely to happen if force is used.

This group of people must have guns.

Zhang Minghui took out Browning from the space, tentatively opened the lid of the cellar, and covered it with a wooden horizontal board. After moving, the board loosened slightly.

Zhang Minghui suddenly opened the lid and rushed down the stone steps. The space below was not big, only about ten square meters.

The three people who were sleeping were lying on the tattered quilt.

There was another person leaning against the wall, with his knees bent and his head resting on it. It seemed that he was tired of stalking.

After hearing the noise, the man leaning against the wall was about to reach for the pistol on his right hand, but Zhang Minghui came down too quickly.

Before the man leaning against the wall could react, he was hit on the forehead with a "bang". The man's eyes widened, his fingers drooped weakly, and his body fell to the ground.

The three men sleeping on the quilt opened their eyes alertly after hearing the gunshots, rolled to the sides, and reached for the pistols at their sides.

Unfortunately, the three people had too little time to react, and Zhang Minghui acted too quickly. After killing the man leaning against the wall, he raised his pistol and continued shooting at the three people.

A few crisp "bang bang bang" sounds made the three people fall back unwillingly on the quilt. Frightened expressions appeared on their faces, and their fingers drooped weakly.

Killed Wang Quezi and the others. After solving the major threat, Zhang Minghui breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood relaxed a little. He said solemnly.

"Brother, don't get involved in gangs in your next life. Since you've embarked on this path, you may die at any time. I won't be at peace until you die."

Only then did Zhang Minghui have the mood to look at the appearance of the few people. The person lying in the middle was slightly older, about 40 or 50 years old, with wrinkles all over his face, but his face was dark.

He looks like an old farmer.

Zhang Minghui determined that he was Wang Quezi, and he had memorized his appearance a long time ago. The other people were all around 30 years old, which did not match Wang Quezi's age.

After pulling the bodies of several people off the quilt, Zhang Minghui's eyes suddenly fixed. There was a black box behind the quilt not far from the three people.

Zhang Minghui opened the box with a gun, and a golden light flashed in the cellar. Zhang Minghui smiled happily, not expecting an unexpected surprise.

Also.

Even if you run away, you have to take the gold bars with you, otherwise you won't have the capital to turn things around. Zhang Minghui counted the wealth inside and found eight large yellow croakers and fifteen small yellow croakers.

There were also dozens of Big Unity coins placed there. At a glance, you could tell that there were at least five thousand of them.

Wow, Zhang Minghui was amazed. Wang Quezi’s family background is quite rich!

The police took away so much money, but I didn’t expect that I still had so much goods in my hands.

Just as Zhang Minghui was about to take a closer look, Li Guoyong's voice suddenly rang out from above the cellar.

"Brother Hui, are you okay?"

Zhang Minghui stood up, put the box into the space, and then shouted outside.

"Guoyong, the rest of you come down!"

After several people came down one by one, they first checked if Zhang Minghui was okay. After seeing that Zhang Minghui was unharmed, they looked at the people lying in a pool of blood.

Li Guoyong stepped forward to confirm and began to speak.

"That's right, Brother Hui. I've seen Wang the Cripple, and this is him."

"Oh, Brother Hui, the gunshots were really loud. Let's clean it up quickly! We don't want to attract patrols. Even though this is in the suburbs, we still have to be on guard."

Zhang Minghui nodded, and Zhang Chao and his men searched Wang Quezi's pockets first. After searching them clean, they put the body into a sack.

Eight pistols were placed on the ground in order, and hundreds of bullets were taken out of the bags of several people. There was also a pile of bills and several hundred yuan in RMB.

Zhang Minghui signaled Li Guoyong to pack up and evacuate quickly.

Several people rode bicycles, carefully avoiding the patrol officers' inquiries. They rode all the way to the moat, filled sacks with stones, and threw the body into the river.

By the time I finished all this, it was already past three in the morning.

Back to Li Guoyong, he filled the water outside the house and washed the blood off his body. Zhang Minghui's eyes flashed with confusion, he had committed another sin of killing.

In just a few years, he has taken many lives.

Those fresh lives were all lost in his hands. Zhang Minghui grinned, his face was a little ferocious, he would not regret what he had done.

If he had it to do over again, he would do it again.

Underworld matters must be resolved with underworld means. As long as ordinary people are not involved, Zhang Minghui has been restraining himself and not taking action against ordinary people.

He was afraid that if he did it once, there would be a second time. If it continued like this, he would inevitably take human lives. His character would also be affected, and something bad would happen sooner or later.

Habit is a terrible thing. It will change many things unconsciously.

next day

Zhang Minghui woke up early in the morning. After washing up at Li Guoyong's place, he rode his bike directly to the steel rolling mill.

After seeing Xu Damao in the office, Zhang Minghui smiled and joked.

"Brother Damao, you haven't been back to the courtyard for several days. Are you afraid that Shazhu will fight you? If you don't go back, your sister-in-law will complain."

A look of worry appeared on Xu Damao's face. He had been hiding outside for the past few days and didn't dare to go home.