Chapter 3: Fierce

  The final shot!

  Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed: Liu Baishu will definitely cherish the last shot.

  The most important thing is that Liu Baishu just shot and injured someone, proving that he didn't want to cut off his own path, and also showing that Liu Baishu still had some hope for a way out. People with hope dare to be ruthless but won't play with their lives. Zhao Heng's mind, trained by Uncle Feng to be observant since childhood, quickly analyzed this.

  He deduced for a while and came to the conclusion that if he had the chance, he would definitely be able to kill Liu Baishu, who was exhausted and wanted to escape. Zhao Heng had this confidence, but he still didn't want to take action or take risks, because he wasn't interested in the one million reward, nor did he want to make a meaningless heroic sacrifice.

  A vigilant policeman walked over and shouted loudly: "Go back inside!"

  Lu Meng kicked him to the ground with one foot and shouted loudly: "Return the ball!"

  The policeman's face was shocked, covering his stomach and shaking as he stood up, his abdomen churning. He never thought that a young boy would have such great strength, able to knock him down, and he had just dodged and evaded, but still couldn't keep up with Lu Meng's speed, and a hint of anger rose up.

  "Are you rebelling?"

  He charged forward with a black gun bag, and Lu Meng punched him in the shoulder again. The young policeman, who was unguarded, flew out once more, leaving a two-meter-long mark on the ground. Not only did his shoulder seem to be dislocated, but his buttocks also hurt severely. After struggling for a while, he slowly got up by leaning against the wall:

  "You..."

  He didn't even have time to drink and call his companions to drive them away, when the villagers of Lujia Village all rushed over to watch the show. He turned around to block them, but no matter how loudly the police shouted, they ignored him. When the police brought out the murderer with a gun, the villagers of Lujia Village were even more contemptuous, every household was a hunter, and before that, they all had guns, and there was even an old cannon from nearly a hundred years ago.

  It was later taken away by the authorities and never played with again.

  The crowd surged forward, and the police could only drive them back with stern faces.

  Just at this moment, the bald man had already taken hostages and was standing in the middle of the village road, with a sneering face completely fearless of the dozens of guns in front of and behind him. He pressed the gun against the white-clothed woman's neck, while patting the dagger in her mouth: "Try shooting? See who dies first! Having her accompany me in death is worth it!"

  Professional skills, professional marksmanship.

  "Liu Bai Shu, make a condition."

  The team leader knew he couldn't do anything, this red wanted list's Liu Baishu was too ferocious, he had been chasing him for seven days and nights, but not only did he fail to kill or capture him, but also let him take the Northern family's young lady hostage, and one of the Northern family's bodyguards was seriously injured on the spot.

  It seems that the four characters "Silver Robe Catcher" will have to be abandoned in Liu Ba's hands.

  "Five million in old banknotes, a helicopter crossing the border."

  Liu Bai Shu glared with bloodshot eyes, assuming a posture of fighting to the death with the police. His breathing was heavy, like a trapped beast. He professionally put forward his conditions for survival: "Give you an hour, if I don't see the money and the helicopter, I'll kill Miss Bei's family and then fight to the death with you."

  "I can guarantee you will have ten people buried with you."

  "You've been chasing me for seven days and eighteen of you have fallen, I don't suppose you'll question my strength?"

  Liu Bai Shu exuded strong confidence, and then straightened his back and sneered: "Simaqing, I advise you not to play tricks. Although your skills are powerful and you have so many cannon fodder, I may not be able to drag you down with me, but if my sworn brother Guan Da Wang knows that I died at your hands... Hmph!"

  "Your whole family will be minced meat!"

  "He was furious: 'Money belongs to the public, but life belongs to oneself!'"

  The police officers around them slightly trembled, their faces all revealing a hint of astonishment. Even Sima Qing furrowed his brow. Guan Da Wang was a notorious thief from the borders of Hua Country, committing evil deeds in the lawless lands. Rumors had it that he was a ruthless and venomous man with over a hundred lives on his hands. Moreover, Guan Da Wang was very protective of those close to him.

  Whoever provokes him will be killed along with his whole family, regardless of right or wrong.

  Unexpectedly, Liu Bai Shu really had a relationship with him. At the time when Sima Qing's expression was serious, a figure in the distance also frowned slightly. A vigilant young policeman happened to catch his appearance, which was a middle-aged man in white clothes, elegant and extraordinary. The middle-aged man turned around and left after hearing the name Gu Da Wang.

  "Simaqing, don't play with fire, cherish yourself and your family."

  When Liu Baishu shouted out this sentence, he happened to turn the face of the white-clothed woman towards Zhao Heng. The wind was light and the clouds were thin, and Beigong's young lady was like a beautiful landscape painting, slowly unfolding in front of Zhao Heng. Her hair was blown by the wind, her clothes were as white as clouds, those eyes were pure as water, and her pale cheeks made people love her even more.

  Zhao Heng's heart followed suit and he involuntarily took a step forward.

  "Liu Baishu, I want to duel with you."

  Liu Bai's smile had just bloomed halfway when it suddenly froze.

  "Brother, are you robbing us?"

  "No, brother is robbing women!"

  Zhao Heng ignored the good advice of the villagers of Lu Zhuang, and also ignored the police's interception with a changed face. He threw down a sentence to Lu Meng and swayed his body, easily passing through the gap between the two policemen. Like Don Quixote, he stood in front of Liu Baishu, who was holding a gun, with his long fingers raised high, pointing at Liu Baishu's nose:

  "Li Bai Shu, I challenge you to a duel!"

  Ridiculous!

  Whether it was dozens of police officers or Liu Baishan, they were all stunned, thinking that Lu Zhuang had gone crazy. Otherwise, how could a 16- or 17-year-old boy dare to challenge the notorious killer Liu Baishan? It's not like Liu Baishan killed people easily, and even well-trained police officers were injured by him, let alone young Zhao Heng.

  An arm against a wheel, don't overestimate your strength!

  This is the true thoughts of the police in the scene, only Lu Mengxi showed his expression, went back to the house and took Zhao Heng's military knife and his own dagger. He didn't consider any danger at all, he just knew that Brother Heng would definitely succeed with one blow, thinking about the one million yuan that was about to be obtained, his whole body was filled with energy, and at the same time deeply self-blaming:

  It turns out that Heng Ge likes women!

  He patted his own face: "Next time, talk about women, not money." Then he quickly slipped to the back, hiding two weapons and a bow and arrow, carefully avoiding the police. He knew that Heng Ge needed his cooperation, needed him to create an opportunity for action. As long as Heng Ge made a move, Liu Bai Shu would definitely die.

  At such a young age, he thought about killing someone, and he didn't think it was inappropriate.

  At this time, Sima Qingzheng's face turned gloomy to the extreme. After scolding Zhao Heng in vain, he shouted at the villagers who were forced to leave but still hiding behind the door: "What a mess! Whose child is this? Whose child is this? If you don't bring the person back, you'll be responsible if something happens!"

  "Whose child is this?" Sima Qing shouted sternly as she looked around.

  The loud cry was met with no response, and the villagers of Luchuang Village responded to the police with indifference. Apart from their inability to advise Zhao Heng, they also wanted Zhao Heng to show off in front of the police, letting these city people see what kind of fearless and fierce children Luchuang Village had.

  At this time, Liu Baishu was coldly scanning the young man in front of him, who looked like he was 16 or 17 years old. He had no weapon in his hand and his arm wasn't strong either. His eyebrows were clear and his eyes were bright, with a hint of bookworm quality to them. This kind of small fry dared to challenge him to a duel? He thought it was ridiculous and laughable: "You little brat, did your brain get waterlogged or something?"

  "Looking for death?"

  Zhao Heng took two slow steps forward, and since he was young and didn't seem to pose any danger, Liu Baishu didn't stop him either, lest he be ridiculed for being cowardly. Then, they heard Zhao Heng speak in a calm tone: "Aren't you the King of Murder? Aren't you the number one on the Red List? Don't you have fourteen lives on your back?"

  "Come on, let's exchange two moves!"

  Zhao Heng nodded wildly at him: "Life and death are each at peace with heaven's will!"

  In his unusually calm and astonishingly bold demeanor, Liu Baishu's eyes became somewhat unusual and solemn. The young man in front of him was either a fool or a born genius, for he faced the muzzle with an ease that even the masters of the four major families of Huaxia would find difficult to match, yet this young man showed no fear at all.

  Simaqing's mouth twitched, he felt like he had met a madman.

  "Kid, it's not that I don't want you to succeed."

  A hint of ridicule curled up at the corner of Liu Bai's mouth, and the muzzle didn't move away from the white-clothed woman's neck. The smile was particularly ferocious: "But I'm not that stupid. Once I let go of Miss Bei, dozens of guns around me will turn me into a sieve. Tell me, would I be foolish enough to duel with you?"

  "I'm a bit curious, why do you want to duel with me?"

  "Because I like her!"

  Zhao Heng pointed at the woman in white, without showing any restraint. His eyes were like burning flames, revealing a fearless and unyielding determination. He replied bluntly: "I don't like it when something I care about is controlled by others, so I want to duel with you. Do you understand?"

  The woman in white couldn't speak, but her face was slightly flushed.

  Awesome!

  Simaqing and they almost collectively petrified!

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