sjar Chapter 427 This is monkey wine
Chapter 427 This is monkey wine
Li Ju'an looked up and saw two corpses hanging upside down from the tree.
He was startled and, like Chen Xiangqian, began searching for a way to lower the two bodies. He tried to throw the grappling hook at his waist upwards. The lasso hooked onto the tree trunk, and he pulled it down to test the rope's tightness. Then he pulled hard, calling for Chen Xiangqian to come out. The two of them used their combined weight to break the branch down.
With a snap, the branch broke, and the bodies of the two young hunters fell from the treetop.
Li Ju'an examined the two young hunters, pinching their philtrum and pressing on their chests. There was no hope of survival. Xiao Jiang had been shot in the chest, and Xiao Cheng in the forehead.
The two hunters were tied up and shot dead; their attacker was clearly a ruthless person.
Old Chen and Old Jiang arrived with their livestock. Seeing the two young hunters dead, they were filled with righteous rage, their blood rushing to their heads, wishing they could immediately shoot the tomb raiders on the spot.
Xiao Xu and Xiao Jiang were childhood friends, practically inseparable. He watched Xiao Jiang die, tears streaming down his face, wailing, "They were fine yesterday, eating barbecue together, how could this happen today?"
The two hunters nearby were also acquaintances from the same village. They knew the two young hunters very well; they were neighbors in every household, some even living across the street. They had watched each other grow up. Everyone said that hunting in the mountains was dangerous, but it was truly rare for two hunters to die in the same night, and neither death was natural; they were murdered.
The hunters were filled with righteous indignation, and one by one they grabbed Kui San and his men by the collar and punched them twice.
One after another, fists the size of sandbags rained down, like cannonballs striking the men. Kui San and the others screamed in pain, but the hunter's anger did not diminish. He continued to punch and kick them, beating them even harder, and several teeth fell to the ground, mingling with blood.
Chen Xiangqian tried to dissuade him, saying, "Someone could die."
Old Chen watched coldly and shouted in a cold voice, "Don't interfere, don't try to persuade us. Just bury it. If you can do something like this, don't blame us for being impolite."
When Kui San saw that the hunters were actually digging snowdrifts to bury them, he was so frightened that he dared not say a word. One by one, they begged for mercy, their cries shaking the heavens.
“We have no choice. These two men said they would report us. If they do, we’ll lose our lives. How can we just abandon them like this? We’re so desperate. Old Master Chen, please have mercy. We still have daughters and sons who aren’t married yet, you know that.”
Kui San was now afraid, and the tomb raiders kowtowed and begged for mercy, their foreheads bleeding from the effort.
Old Jiang was not about to let them get away with it. His eyes were bloodshot with rage as he looked at the two young hunters lying stiff on the ground. He suddenly raised his gun to his face and was about to shoot them.
Li Ju'an lowered the gun barrel and said, "Uncle Jiang, they're killing people. We also have elderly parents and young children to support. We can't kill people, or we'll be the ones who suffer."
He suffered the consequences of breaking the law in his previous life. He knew that any borderline activity would be reported, speculation and profiteering were crimes, and murder in the mountains would be a serious offense, doubly so. The crackdown targeted troublemakers, and if you were really targeted, you could be beheaded.
After calming down, Lao Jiang thought about it carefully and realized there was some truth to it. He had an eighty-year-old mother to support, and a wife and children to raise. He came to the mountains to hunt so that his wife and children could have enough to eat and wear. If he were imprisoned, his wife and children would be gossiped about, told that they had a murderer as their father. They would never be able to hold their heads up again and would be unable to live in the village.
Old Jiang sighed and said, "Take Xiao Jiang and Xiao Cheng away."
The young, passionate hunter, Xiao Xu, couldn't understand and shouted angrily, "Why don't you bury them! You're all cowards, too scared to bury them, so I'll do it!"
He actually used his shovel to dig into the snowdrifts and the frozen soil with all his might. The hard frozen soil and the shovel made a thumping sound. He wiped away his tears and struggled against the frozen soil with red eyes.
This silenced everyone; each of them was heartbroken.
But Kui San and his gang of desperate criminals had no such intentions; their eyes were still darting around, looking for a chance to escape.
Li Ju'an pulled out a pistol from his pocket and fired several shots at the legs of the men.
boom! boom! boom!
The Russian pistol in his hand had a high rate of fire, firing five shots in quick succession. After changing the magazine, he continued firing, piercing the knees of several men and shattering their menisci.
"Holy shit! What the hell are you doing?!"
The bullet had barely entered their bodies when they felt nothing. A few seconds later, excruciating pain struck, and they screamed in agony. Blood gushed from their knees, spurting out as if it were free.
Li Ju'an said coldly, "We're sparing your lives not because you're lucky, but because we don't want to be targeted by the crackdown. But you can forget about saving your legs, so don't try to escape."
Deep in the snow-covered mountains, several men had their knees pierced by bullets, rendering them unable to walk and forcing them to crawl on the snow, their legs limp and weak. This was tantamount to killing them.
Now, Kui San and the others can only rely on Li Ju'an to take them out. Otherwise, if Li Ju'an leaves them in the deep mountains, they will only face death.
They either froze to death or were eaten by wild animals; their fate was extremely tragic.
Only then did Kui San and the others realize the fear. For the first time, fear and cowardice welled up from the bottom of their hearts. Even when Xiao Xu said he was going to bury them, they were not afraid. But the people who ran into the mountains were truly terrified at the thought of being torn apart by wild animals. They crawled over and hugged Li Ju'an's legs, begging and shouting, "Li Pao, take us away, take us away!"
"Don't even mention sending us to the police station, we'll go to any police station or whatever, as long as we don't stay in the mountains."
"Please, Li Pao, have mercy, we'll crawl out of here if we have to."
Li Ju'an kicked each of them hard in the chest and cursed, "You're lucky to be able to ride a sled."
Old Jiang and his gang started cutting wood to make sleds, then carried the murderous and robbed tomb raiders onto the sleds and transported them down the mountain to the police station.
Chen Xiangqian looked at the two stiff corpses, cold and hard, and a chill ran through him. He plopped back on the ground and shouted as he backed away, "Oh my god, they really are dead. That smell just now was the smell of dead people."
Li Ju'an asked him where the smell was coming from. Chen Xiangqian pointed to the tree hole where he had been hiding and shouted, "The strange smell is coming from that tree hole. It smelled quite nice at first, and I took a couple of deep breaths, but I still couldn't get enough of it. But then this mess happened, it's so annoying."
Li Ju'an examined the tree hollow. He should have kept it quiet; the search revealed a distinct odor. This smell was completely different from that of the corpse; it had a fresh, sweet aftertaste, with a hint of fruitiness.
He bent over, sticking out his big buttocks, and scooped some liquid from the tree hole into his empty wine jug. He scooped out about half a jug of liquid. He shook the jug, smelled the fragrant liquid, and shouted to Chen Xiangqian, "You've really found something good! This is monkey wine!"