The Black Donkey Presents Its Head

  The bandits rushed out with very little ammunition, which was quickly depleted, while the security team's shooting maintained a sufficient density. The bandits, who suffered heavy casualties, finally could not hold on and collapsed. The collapsing bandits threw away their empty guns and fled towards the gate.

  The bullets flying towards Yang Shaoming gradually decreased, and after he exploded the heads of three more bandits, the bandits completely gave up their attack on him and dispersed in a hurry.

  Panting, Yang Shaoming glanced at his already crimson shoulder and let out a bitter laugh. As he looked towards the half-closed door, he suddenly noticed something small on the floor there.

  That's bloodstain.

  Yang Shuo Ming understood after seeing these seemingly connected starry bloodstains.

  The shot he fired at Hei Liu's donkey, although it didn't hit Hei Liu's vital parts, also injured him. These bloodstains should be the ones left by Hei Liu when he escaped.

  The cursor in Yang Shuo Ming's eyes flashed again, displaying the layout of the room and the possible location of Hei Lu. After a moment's thought, he darted into the house like a big cat through an open window.

  It was probably because the place was a blind spot for shooting, and Hei Liu did not fire. After Yang Shuo Ming jumped into the house, he rolled over and hid behind a thick corridor pillar, quickly observing the situation around him.

  In the darkness, there seemed to be a faint sound of gasping for breath. Yang Shuo Ming quickly judged the approximate location of Hei Lu, and was about to find an opportunity to open fire when Hei Lu spoke up in the darkness.

  "This brother... no matter who you are... can we talk this over?"

  Yang Shuo Ming did not make a sound, but carefully observed the situation inside the house.

  A metallic clanging sound, Yang Shuo Ming was stunned for a moment, and looked around to see that on the ground not far in front of him, lay a long, thin, square-cut object, emitting a faint yellow metallic luster under the moonlight.

  Yang Shuo Ming recognized what it was and his pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.

  If he's guessing correctly, it should be a gold bar.

  In his time when everything except salary was rising in price, such a gold bar could be exchanged for a pretty good small house.

  "Brother, have mercy... spare my life... I'll repay you handsomely in the future..." Hei Liu continued.

  Yang Shuo Ming glanced at the gold bars on the ground, estimated the position and shooting range of Hei Lu, as well as their positions and distance, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

  His eyes had already calculated the consequences, if he agreed to Hei Liu's conditions and went to retrieve the gold bar, it was very likely that he would be shot dead by Hei Liu.

  Based on the situation where Hei Liu's shot penetrated Yang Shuo Ming's "meat shield" and injured his shoulder, Yang Shuo Ming had already judged that Hei Liu's revolver was a very powerful foreign-made original product, with a caliber likely larger than his own box cannon. At this close combat distance, if he were to be hit squarely by Hei Liu's revolver, the consequences would likely be fatal.

  At this time, he couldn't help but feel more vigilant about the bandit leader's tactics.

  Yang Shuo Ming quietly crouched in a hidden location, carefully observing the situation inside the house, considering various attack plans. The cursor in his eyes was also flashing rapidly, providing various information.

  From the furniture arrangement in the house, this should be Hei Lu's resting and entertainment place. Judging from Hei Lu's breathing sound, he is now hiding behind a pillar.

  Yang Shuo Ming stared intently at the location of Hei Liu, and at this time the gunfire outside the house had gradually subsided. Yang Shuo Ming heard Xu Yuan Jin and the security guards' loud shouts as well as the bandits' pleas for mercy, knowing that this battle was no longer in doubt.

  Yang Shuo Ming had just secretly let out a sigh of relief when Hei Liuzi suddenly jumped out from his hiding place, firing his revolver repeatedly at Yang Shuo Ming's concealed location while recklessly sprinting towards the door.

  Yang Shuo Ming's gaze locked onto the opponent in an instant, Yang Shuo Ming suddenly pulled the trigger, and the opponent immediately fell to the ground, the revolver in his hand flew out far away, making a "clang" metallic crisp sound.

  Yang Shuo Ming stared intently at the other party, carefully observing every move they made. Under the bright moonlight shining from outside the house, Yang Shuo Ming could clearly see the fresh blood constantly flowing out of the other party's body and their slightly trembling hand.

  After waiting for a while, Yang Shuo Ming wanted to walk closer to the corpse to observe his own battle results. He had just gotten up and taken a few steps with light hands and feet when he suddenly heard a faint metallic clanging sound coming from the darkness!

  That's the sound of a handgun hammer being cocked!

  Yang Shuo Ming's eyes suddenly turned red, and he seemed to feel his movements slowing down. At this moment, he didn't have time to think much, and with a flash of lightning, he jumped up, turned around and rolled to one side. Just then, there was a dull "bang" sound, Yang Shuo Ming saw a flash of fire at Hei Lu's hiding place, followed by a straight line of fire shooting towards himself.

  Time seemed to freeze in an instant, Yang Shuo Ming stared tightly at the trajectory of the bullet, he saw it getting closer and closer to himself, he desperately twisted his body, trying to dodge, but it seemed to have little effect, his movements appeared so slow, while the approaching speed of the bullet was much faster.

  Yang Shuo Ming saw with his own eyes that the bullet hit the "Dragon Roar" combat knife at his waist, cutting the knife in two, and then flew in another direction, nailing it into the wall.

  Everything around seemed to have returned to normal, and at this time Yang Shuo Ming's body had already landed on the ground. His gaze was directed towards the direction where the bullet came from in the darkness, clearly seeing that long face twisted by shock and fear.

  Yang Shuo Ming raised his gun, and in the moment when the light spot in his eyes locked onto the opponent, he suddenly pulled the trigger, starting a continuous and uninterrupted shooting spree, until all the bullets in the magazine were emptied. He turned his hand over and drew out another clip full of bullets, quickly inserting it into the gun, loading the bullets into the magazine, making preparations for another round of shooting.

  Yang Shuo Ming held up his gun, staring tightly at Hei Liu, only to see Hei Liu's body sway, and with a loud crash, he fell backwards, his heavy body smashing the tables and chairs beside him.

  Yang Shuo Ming flashed to the side of Hei Liu, under the moonlight, Hei Liu's body was still slightly ***, his right eye constantly oozing fresh blood, and the bullet hole on his forehead had surged out white brain matter mixed with blood. After confirming that this vicious and cunning bandit leader had stopped breathing, Yang Shuo Ming sat down beside him and let out a long sigh.

  From his original time and space to the present historical time and space, sword lights and bullet rains have always accompanied him, and now, it can finally be concluded.

  After resting for a while, Yang Shuo Ming searched the house again to make sure there were no enemies. He came to the body of Hei Liu and saw the smashed table and chairs. It seemed like he remembered something, so he stretched out his hand to touch the corpse's chest and waist. A look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

  Yang Shuo Ming took out all the gold bars that Hei Liu had on him, and also found the one he had thrown away to deceive himself. He wrapped them together and carefully tied them around his waist.

  Yang Shuo Ming saw the left-handed revolver still held in Hei Liu's hand, he took the revolver from the corpse's hand and examined it carefully, only then did he understand why he had been at a disadvantage.

  This is a Colt revolver made in the United States, and judging from the eyelets, its caliber is 11.43mm, much larger than that of his own Mauser C96 pistol, which is why it penetrated the "meat shield" and injured him.

  Thinking of the danger just now, Yang Shuo Ming's forehead couldn't help but sweat.

  Yang Shuo Ming then found another identical revolver, after collecting the spoils of war, Yang Shuo Ming came to the person he had mistaken for Hei Lu and kicked over the corpse that was face down on the ground. In the open clothes of the corpse, two large white flesh balls were particularly eye-catching.

  Hei Lu used for the second time to deceive himself into being cheated, turned out to be a woman.

  Yang Shuo Ming couldn't bear to look at that bloodied and bruised face again, so he reached out and helped her button up her collar.

  If he guessed correctly, this woman was probably Hei Lu's "zhai fu ren" (a colloquial term for a kept mistress) from who-knows-where.

  Thinking of Hei Liu's cunning and cruelty, Yang Shuo Ming couldn't help but walk to the corpse of Hei Liu in women's clothing and kicked him a few more times.

  At this time, the gunfire outside had died down, and the sky was also shining with a faint light. Yang Shuo Ming walked out of the house with some heavy footsteps, he saw that the bandits who were not killed were being lined up by the security guards and taken into a earthen building, and some members were collecting the guns and ammunition left behind by the bandits. Seeing Yang Shuo Ming come out, Xu Yuan Jin quickly came to greet him.

  "How is it?" Seeing Yang Shaoming's shoulder covered in blood, Xu Yuanjin's face showed a hint of concern.

  "The man is already dead, the corpse is in the house." Yang Shuo Ming sat down on a rock, handing Hei Lu's two left-handed revolvers to Xu Yuan Jin. "There's also a woman, seems to be his wife."

  "I saw you chasing him in at the time. I was worried about you." Xu Yuanjin quickly reached out to tear open Yang Shuo's shoulder clothes, took a look at the dark red blood scab, and couldn't help but frown.

  "This Heihei donkey is indeed unusually vicious."

  Xu Yuanjin snapped off a wooden stick, gesturing to Yang Shuo Ming to bite down, then pulled out a small knife and forcibly dug out the deformed bullet embedded in his muscle.

  The intense pain made Yang Shuo Ming's eyes blur and he almost fainted.

  "I'll have someone send you back first." Xu Yuanjin said with a smile, looking at Yang Shouming's facial muscles twitching.