The village chief said angrily with a cold face: "Patim, don't teach me here. Although we are not brothers, the same blood of our ancestors flows in our bodies. Our ancestors were just the poorest slaves in this village a long time ago, but they have always wanted to occupy the entire village. Finally, we have arrived at our grandfather's generation. Our family has become the masters of the village. Do you dare to ask yourself that you are not greedy in your heart?

When you see those beautiful women and those white money, do you dare say that your heart is not moving at all? You seem to have been poor over the years. In fact, most of the women in the village have slept. Your family is always short of gold and silver. You just hide it deeply. Don’t think that I don’t know that you have a relationship with those drug dealers and sell the information in our village and the information of the people coming and going to intercourse to them. I don’t care about your wealth. But now when it comes to the survival of our village, if you are still part of our village, take Amushan to kill those monkeys of unknown origin!”

The lame Patim laughed and said, "Patira, don't be so confident and use the entire village to threaten me. I will tell you the truth. Amushan and I have made almost the same money in recent years. Even if the village is gone now, we father and son can still survive in another place. With Amushan's skills, we will not starve to death no matter where we go. And you are different. This is your root. Without this village, you will be redundant wherever you go, as an old man without a descendant.

When you were young, Amushan was not your opponent, but now, he could make you panting if he hit ten punches. You are... old!"

The muscles on the village chief Patila's face twitched, "Patim, what do you want?"

The lame old man Patim paced around Patila for two steps and said with a smile: "I like to see you with helpless appearance. You finally got to beg me for a day. I have been waiting for this day for years. My conditions are actually simple. Didn't you always regard the position of the village chief as more important than life? In order to compete for the position of the village chief, you even broke one of my legs. That's so good..."

Before the lame old man finished speaking, the village chief interrupted coldly: "No need to say anything, Patim, I know what you want. The position of this village chief is no matter how big it is, I will give it to you. In the future, you will decide on this village."

"Oh? You don't feel heartbroken, don't you regret it?"

Tim laughed.

"You are right. I am so old. I have never had a child or a daughter in my life. It doesn't make any sense to continue to stay in this position. From now on, the whole world in this village will belong to you father and son."

"Haha, OK!"

The lame old man smiled, "I am very satisfied with your pleasure, but it is not enough. The seat of the village chief alone can never make up for my leg. I also want your property. You don't have to worry. I will not let you be poor in your later years. I know two-thirds of your property."

"Patim, you!"

"Is it too much? You should feel glad compared to my lameness. I could have let Amushan beat you to a useless person, but I haven't done that. I still think about our blood relationship."

"Okay... the deal!"

...

In the two-story yard, there were corpses everywhere, with broken limbs and broken bones. These corpses were just alive. They stared at their eyes wide, screamed in their mouths, and held a firearm in their hands, as if they could kill everyone in the world.

In just a few minutes, only blood was left in the murderous yard. The elderly, women, and children who survived were all shivering in the corners of the walls. Although they looked timid and timid now, they were not like this just now.

Bazhi and others jumped down from the upstairs. Bazhi cursed, "Tian'ao, these turtle sons are indeed not good things."

As he spoke, he found his double-barrel shotgun from a pile of dead bodies and muttered, "Get my gun down, I will kill you!" He raised his feet and kicked the corpse on the ground, and wiped the blood stains on the double-barrel shotgun with the clothes on the corpse.

Long Daxiang and others also looked for their weapons in the middle of the corpse. Long Daxiang just brought a pistol over. The pistol was just an ordinary pistol, made in Russia, with a magazine capacity of thirteen rounds, and its power was slightly larger than that of an average pistol.

Luo Guan and Shao Chong picked two hand-lifting weapons. Jiang Shiting's weapon was originally a pocket silver pistol, but the pistol was not on the scene. Tongshan and Tieshan were not interested in guns, so they picked up two steel pipes from the ground.

, put it in your hand and weigh it. The portion is a bit bad and can be used barely.

Mei Yu did not bring any weapons with him. He brought a medicine box. The people in the village didn't like it and threw it on the jeep. Mei Yu took the car key from Lin Kun and took out two sharp knives from the medicine box. These two sharp knives were actually scalpels, but the shape was different from ordinary scalpels. There is a name called the scraper knife in traditional Chinese medicine.

The people in the village became completely restless, and a large number of people rushed towards the yard. In fact, these people did not come to kill people, but just for robbery. The sound of the two sides fighting was fierce, and the sound suddenly calmed down, which made the villagers who were hiding in the quilt and waiting for the end of the battle to divide the spoils.

It has been a day or two in their village for killing and robbing people. It has been more than a year, and I have never made any mistakes once. Even if I have occasionally made mistakes before, the consequences are not very serious. Among the group of people who come today, there are more than ten or hundreds of people in their village. Everyone attacks them. Not to mention one person, even a lion or a tiger can be chopped into meat sauce.

Bang!

A violent gunshot burst out the head of a villager man who was rushing in front. The red blood mixed with brains splattered, which shocked the villagers who followed behind him. The villagers didn't know what was going on, but they quickly united. The guys in their hands began to greet them. The gunshots rang out, and the bullets were like raindrops again. However, this time Lin Kun and others had guns in their hands. Both sides stood up and played equally. These villagers accounted for more than one person, and there were heavy machine guns in the village...

The bullets of the heavy machine gun were like raindrops. With a roar, Lin Kun and others approached the corner of the yard. Lin Kun and others counterattacked, consumed a lot of ammunition. In order to block the villagers who rushed up, the bullets in their guns became fewer and fewer, and in the end they simply fell silent.

"Slow down!"

Just as a group of villagers slowly came over, a dull voice suddenly shouted from behind the crowd: "It's too cheap to kill these people. Let me squeeze their heads one by one, and let me go..."
Chapter completed!