Chapter 370: Six People, Six Horses
Furthermore, after Feng Chengmin noticed the expressions of Mu Xueli and Wang Li, a massive wave surged in his heart.
At this moment, Feng Chengmin finally figured it out.
Between his two nephews-in-law and his in-law's son, not a single one of these three boys was a "lamp" that provided peace of mind!
Every single one of them was truly vicious!
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Feng Chengmin asked in a calm and casual tone
"Have you encountered any bandits in the mountains before?"
As soon as Feng Chengmin spoke, Wang An understood what he meant. This was clearly a probe to see if the three of them had ever killed anyone.
Wang An said with a smile, "We haven't. Have you, Great-Uncle?"
In truth, Wang An also wanted to know if Feng Chengmin had blood on his hands.
Feng Chengmin did not answer directly. Instead, he asked in a flat tone
"Do you know why those street thugs who are relatively sensible never mess with us mountain hunters?"
Wang An knew the reason, but he played along and asked, "Because we all have guns?"
Looking at the road in the distance, Feng Chengmin smiled and said, "Because for us, killing a person is the same as killing livestock, hehehe..."
Wang An nodded. "Mm-hmm, there really isn't much difference."
Just as Wang An finished speaking, Feng Chengmin said, "They've caught up. Six people in total, riding six horses."
In fact, Wang An, Mu Xueli, and the other had already seen them.
Wang An immediately said, "Lao Wu takes the first, Xueli the second, I'll take the third, and Great-Uncle takes the fourth. The remaining two can be hit by whoever. I'll count one, two, three, and we fire together."
While the four of them were preparing, the six people below were currently crouching low on their horses as they moved forward.
This forest wasn't particularly dense, but if one didn't crouch while galloping, it was easy for branches to scratch their faces.
If they were unlucky enough to hit a thick bough, they might even be knocked right off their horses.
Although these six were crouching, their mouths never stopped; they were cursing incessantly, and the language was quite foul.
Because it was impossible to stay crouched and let the horses run on their own indefinitely—one had to look up frequently to see the road—every time they lifted their heads, they risked hitting a branch.
"Fuck your mothers! Don't let me catch you! Once I do, I'm going to kill you all!"
"Ah, holy shit! My father's gonna beat me to death!"
"Damn it, you scared the shit out of me!"
"These bastards are really fucking slippery!"
Of course, no matter how foul the six men cursed, Wang An couldn't hear them.
Even if he could, Wang An wouldn't care. You curse me, I kill you—no matter who says it, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that logic.
While the six were cursing and swearing, they unknowingly entered the firing range of Wang An's group.
Then, Wang An began to count: "One, two, three—"
The moment Wang An hit "three," there was a "bang" of gunfire.
The reason it sounded like a single shot was that the four of them fired simultaneously; four gunshots rang out at the exact same instant.
After the shots, of the four people crouching on horses in the front, two collapsed to the ground along with their horses. The third and fourth people were thrown from their mounts, while the horses bolted.
It was evident that the third and fourth horses had also been wounded and spooked; they ran incredibly fast.
Sure enough, after the fourth horse ran about thirty meters, it collapsed flat on the ground.
It had to be said that the penetration power of the Type 56 semi-automatic within 100 meters was truly vicious; it could take out the rider and wound the horse in one go.
Wang An and the others ignored the fleeing horses and each fired another shot, killing the final two men.
Before being hit, these two had instinctively straightened up upon hearing the gunfire. Consequently, they fell off their horses simultaneously when shot, and one of them had his foot caught in the stirrup.
The man caught in the stirrup was dragged by his leg for a few steps by the panicked horse before slamming violently into a tree, which finally knocked him loose.
The reason the horses of these two weren't wounded was that the men had straightened up, and the bullets passed through them and hit the ground.
By now, all six people had been shot and lay on the ground. Three of the six horses had fled, two were lying on the ground neighing and struggling, and the last horse that had collapsed after thirty meters seemed to have stopped breathing.
However, Wang An's group was focused on the people; no one cared about the state of the horses.
Immediately after, the four of them aimed their muzzles at the heads of the six lying on the ground and pulled the triggers. Again, four people took four targets, and the remaining two were handled by free fire.
It had to be said that this was the "bad" habit of mountain hunters: whether they were shooting large livestock or people, once the target was down, they habitually fired a finishing shot regardless of whether the target was already dead.
After the finishing shots, they observed for a short while before lowering their guns from their faces.
But as soon as they lowered their weapons, a comical scene unfolded.
After lowering his gun, Feng Chengmin didn't look at the six bodies; instead, he looked at Wang An and the other two. Similarly, the three of them didn't look at the bodies, but looked at Feng Chengmin.
After staring at each other for a moment, they all burst out laughing simultaneously.
Feng Chengmin wanted to see if he could spot any clues from the expressions of the three youths, and the three were curious to see how Feng Chengmin would react.
Mainly, killing people is not something just anyone can do.
The difference between a novice and a veteran is immediately obvious.
After laughing, they all understood what had happened. With a silent understanding, none of them pressed for details. Instead, they stood up together and walked toward the six bodies.
There was no need to confirm; these six were as dead as could be.
Before Wang An could move, Feng Chengmin had already bent down in front of one of the dead men, and his large hand reached into the man's pocket.
To be honest, when Wang An saw this, his eyes widened instantly because this scene was far too familiar to him.
Then, Wang An similarly bent down in front of another dead man and reached out his hand.
Seeing the actions of Feng Chengmin and Wang An, Mu Xueli and Wang Li looked at each other, reacted immediately, and stopped in front of corpses of their own.
It must be said that among all animals in the world, humans have the strongest ability to imitate.
Soon, the four of them had finished looting every pocket on the six bodies.
The four were principled people, so they consciously pooled everything they had found together.
Aside from a few grain coupons and about twenty gold bars, "Big Unity" bills were the most numerous.
Of the six, only one person had a total of ten stacks of Big Unity bills plus a few loose ones in his pockets; the other five each had six stacks plus a few loose ones.
It was clear that the two secrets left by Brother Jiu were actually the same, or at least basically identical.
At the very least, the amount of Big Unity bills was consistent.