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Volume 1: The Arms Dealer¡¯s Feast Chapter 68 Soldiers have the right to shoot

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    PS: There are many things at the end of the year

    In the county town, the weather closed four city gates in one night. If Beiping Tanghui can still be regarded as a little nightlife, then the nightlife in the county town and rural areas is a waste of time.  This nightlife can achieve the effect of exercising, relaxing menstruation and activating blood circulation without having to waste electricity or wax.  Humans have been enjoying this for millions of years.

    When Jin Batian, who had taken good care of Melia and worked hard on Valme, was moving his waist, there were a few "clicks" in the courtyard, and Melia put on a coat and stepped out.  Jin Batian also wanted to go out and take a look, but was pinched by Valme's thigh: "Everything must have a beginning and an end."

    Speaking of Yu Yong, Jin Batian, who climbed on Valme after the end, no longer had the strength to get out. Fortunately, Melia had come back. Jin Batian asked: "What happened?"

    Melia said: "The two rats have been taken care of."

    "That's good." After Jin Batian said this, his head sank and he fell asleep.

    It was only the next day when Jin Batian and two security guards were eating steamed buns and porridge on the second floor of Deyue Building that they heard a big news that shocked the whole county: Tao Zi from the security team and his brother-in-law hanged themselves last night.  Dead, and two men chose a tree to hang themselves one night.

    This human spirit of gossip will never stop. Some say that Taozi and his wife often quarrel, and some say that Taozi has been hanging out with his brother-in-law and getting very close.  Soon suicide became suicide.

    Jin Batian looked at Melia who was making porridge with millet. He always felt that this matter should have something to do with her. He lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "This is what you said, the two rats have been dealt with."

    "Yes. Yesterday, these two men stole machine guns. I knocked them unconscious and hung them to death."

    "You are in charge of killing and not burying them."

    "The city gates are closed. It's amazing that I can think of a different place."

    Jin Batian thought about it. It was much easier to fake a scene than it was for a woman to jump off the city wall with two corpses on her shoulders and then find a mass grave in the wasteland to bury them.

    While thinking about this, a filial woman came out of the intersection and suddenly let out a cry that shook the whole street: "Oh my God, how can I live like this?"  "

    Jin Batian¡¯s adrenal glands were elevated: ¡°Oh oh oh. Here comes the drama.¡±

    For a while, many neighbors gathered around the woman. When the woman's cries subsided, they began to persuade her. It would be better if they did not persuade her. Occasionally, the crowd would burst into louder voices.  After listening for a while, Jin Batian found that there were only two keys, one high note and one low note. Just like the Taiping lyrics in cross talk, it was difficult to learn and even harder to sing well.

    By the way, after Lu Xuenan got up in the morning, he was wiping his face when he heard someone outside saying that Lu Xuetao was dead. Lu Xuenan's first reaction was: "He was killed by that guy."

    Later, he heard news from outside that he and his brother-in-law were hanged from a tree together. Lu Xuenan's hand holding the towel stopped, thinking about how to get some benefit from this matter.  Lu Xuetao's wife, a shrew, sold cooked food at home when she was a girl. She was so thick-shouldered and unattractive that no one wanted to see her except the cousin in the fourth room.  Lu Xuenan asked someone to send a message to his cousin in the fourth room: Let her make a fuss, and the bigger the fuss, the better.

    ??The patrol room is responsible for this matter in public, and the clan leader is responsible in private. He can't get involved in it. Only by making a fuss can he add fuel to the flames and achieve his own wishes.

    The crowd in the street howled for half an hour, and the public opinion changed at some point.  Someone said: "This is because someone brought a dead person who was less than seven days old into the county. The evil spirit was too strong and ruined the feng shui of the city. Taozi and Liangzi committed suicide because of evil spirits."

    Because the death of the two people was so weird, this theory became the mainstream for a while, and there was a lot of public opinion.

    It is easy for a group of people to unite when dealing with outsiders. Someone soon started the conversation: "Go to him and ask for an explanation."

    Soon the filial woman was dragged, pushed, and pushed to the second floor of Deyue Tower. The shopkeeper deliberately didn¡¯t want these people to come in, but the Lu family in the county town really couldn¡¯t afford to offend her.

    Jin Batian shouted: "Boss, come to Hulongjing to make food."

    Then Jin Batian and the other three focused all their energy on Longjing.  He didn't care about the accusations and insinuations from those around him. If he could talk about dead people with his words, all the little devils would have died long ago. Why do they still need to serve as soldiers and go to the front line?

    One of the men, who was in his thirties, turned a deaf ear to them when he saw them. The more he talked, the more angry he became. He rushed up, lifted the teapot on the table, threw it to the ground and smashed it.  The boss felt distressed, so he knew they were here to do no good.

    Jin Batian sighed. He couldn't even drink the tea, so let's go. He left two cents on the table and stood up.

    The man in his thirties saw that his attempt to smash the teapot was successful.  ?Standing in front of Jin Batian with his chest stacked up and blocking his way.

    Jin Batian said: "Get out of the way."

    The man thought he had a plan, stretched out his neck and said with a smug look on his face: "I won't let you go, no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it is."

    "A good dog doesn't block the road."

    "My nickname is Lai Gouzi, so I'm blocking your way. You can do whatever you want. I'm a citizen. I stand wherever I want. This is my right."

    Damn it, you¡¯re talking about civil rights with me.  Jin Batian pulled out a box cannon and said, "In that case. I am a soldier. I can shoot if I want. Soldiers have the right to shoot."

    Recalling that his nephew had more than a hundred guns in his hand, Lu Xunzhong looked at the muzzle of the gun and said with courage: "You shoot, you shoot. You really need to shoot."

    "That's what you said." After Jin Batian finished speaking, he turned on the safety and aimed a shot at the guy's head.  There was a "pop" gunshot, and Lu Xunzhong's hair was parted in the middle. It was originally parted in the middle.

    Lu Xunzhong¡¯s legs felt weak and his pants were wet.  But when the woman saw that Lu Xunzhong was not dead or injured, she suddenly howled again.  Jin Ba Tianxin said that looking at this situation, I really want to fight my way out.

    When Inspector Liu, who was in the county patrol room less than a hundred meters away from here, heard the sound of gunshots, he knew that something was going to happen.  According to Inspector Liu's knowledge, except for Peiping, people in the world are very focused on clinging to groups and xenophobia. If something happens, it will always fall on outsiders.  It¡¯s not that people in Peiping don¡¯t want to be xenophobic, it¡¯s just that the number of outsiders far exceeds the locals and there¡¯s no way to queue up.

    "But this is different. I am an officer, I am afraid of you."  Now that the fuss has escalated to the point of shooting, it really doesn¡¯t make sense not to go and take a look.  Inspector Liu put on his hat and asked two people to go to Deyuelou to have a look.

    Jin Batian didn't expect that the first shot didn't kill anyone, but instead emboldened the group of people. The woman who had to rely on others to support her suddenly cried out: "Kill me, I won't live anymore."  ." After saying this, he rushed over in perfect harmony.

    "This is what you said."

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