"Someone wants to steal my silver, two trucks, and I don't know how many people."
Zhang Jing asked everyone, "Should we fight, hide, or call the police?"
"Why hide?" Katie looked at Zhang Jing and asked.
"Why call the police?" Barbie asked.
Dillon added, "Some things cannot be avoided. Let everyone know that Rose Red Winery and Champion Racecourse are not easy to mess with. Next time someone wants to make a bad idea, they will seriously think about whether it is worth it."
They are all tigers!
"Then let's fight!" Zhang Jing glanced at everyone, "I have three automatic rifles, who is the best shooter?"
"Me." Katie raised her hand and said confidently: "I play tennis well and my shooting skills are not bad either."
"And me." African-American farmer Jamie raised his hand.
Unexpectedly, the third person to raise his hand was Di Long. His characteristic was the slope of his left leg. “Count me in.”
Seeing everyone's confusion, Di Long introduced, "I used to practice flying saucer as a hobby."
Under the moon, Zhang Jing pretended to take out three automatic rifles and six magazines from the back of the pickup truck, and handed them to Jamie, Dillon, and Katie respectively.
Zhang Jing, Feilai and Barbie use pistols.
Haifa, a sixteen-year-old jockey and nutritionist, took over the four-year-old Dilin and Barbie's three-year-old son from Dillon.
Zhang Jing warned, "Go to the northernmost part of the racecourse, it's safe there."
Haifa nodded and left with the two children in his arms.
"BOSS, is it okay for me to command?" Jamie looked at Zhang Jing and asked.
"You do it."
When Jamie was young, he was a soldier. He was not a front-line soldier. He helped the commander design battle plans. He was a serious auxiliary soldier.
"They were driving a truck, and their target must be silver. I think the bad guys must know the situation at the Champion Racecourse," Jamie introduced. "They will most likely come in through the abandoned east gate of the racecourse. It is quieter over there and is close to the racecourse." The shed is closer too.”
"So what's your plan?" Dillon asked bluntly.
"The main house of the racecourse is well defended. We can just ambush them there."
"Sounds easy."
"Simplicity means efficiency. It is dangerous to separate at night. You cannot underestimate your opponents." Jamie analyzed.
Zhang Jing agreed, and seven people drove a pickup truck and hurried to the main stone house of the racecourse.
The pickup truck was hidden behind the house, and the seven of them climbed up to the second floor, looked down at the east side of the house, and waited quietly.
Three minutes later, the east gate, which had been locked all year round, was quietly opened from the outside.
Six masked men, wearing gloves and using a pair of steel pliers, easily cut through the iron lock.
Open the gate and swagger into the racecourse.
Generally, when petty thieves do bad things, they should shrink back and look around, which is called a guilty conscience.
Not these people, they walked in struttingly as if they were visiting their own home.
Then two box trucks came in and stopped at the door.
Obviously, the six people walking in front were the main force, and they were responsible for clearing obstacles for the truck.
The distance from the east gate to the main house is relatively close, less than fifty meters, and the six people are spaced every five or six meters. Under the moonlight, Su Sou came near the main house.
Zhang Jing knew in his heart that these people were definitely professionals. If they were ordinary stupid thieves, they would come over in a swarm.
The people outside are relatively scattered and far apart.
No matter what, they could not succeed. In the silent night, gunshots suddenly rang out.
Zhang Jing, Barbie, and Feilai used pistols to take rough aim, while Jamie, Dillon, and Katie took precise shooting.
The guy walking at the front fell to the ground instantly, and the others took advantage of the night to turn around and escape.
There is an important factor. It is only fifty meters from the east gate to the main house, which is exactly within the strongest shooting range of the AK47.
Besides, how can one outrun a bullet?
In addition, Di Long was a master of flying saucers. At close range and with the help of the cold moonlight, none of the six people could escape and all fell to the ground within ten seconds.
The two box trucks fled, and the driver rushed out at the first sign of gunfire.
"Isn't that an abandoned house?" the middle-aged African-American gangster yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Why is there a group of people ambushing inside?"
It turned out that before entering the racecourse, the gangsters had learned about the situation of the racecourse through the silver delivery driver in advance and knew that the main house of the racecourse was an abandoned building.
I never expected that a group of people would be ambushed here in the middle of the night.
"Go back first!" A voice came from the intercom in another truck.
The main house of the racecourse.
Everything is perfect, except automatic rifles are illegal.
But without an automatic rifle, it would be difficult to quickly knock down six gangsters, just like mowing grass, knocking them all down in a few seconds.
Zhang Jing was even sure that the automatic rifle was responsible for the fact that the gangster's hair was not even attached to the pistol.
After thinking for three or four seconds, Zhang Jing called lawyer Shen Mingming.
"A gangster entered the racecourse with a gun and killed six people. They were killed by three automatic rifles. Are you in trouble?" Zhang Jing asked.
On a cold day, Shen Mingming fell asleep in a daze. It took him a while to react before asking, "Where did you get the automatic rifle?"
"I picked it up on the road."
"Who fired the shot?"
"Three of my employees."
"That's it, call the police, call an ambulance, nothing else."
"With three automatic rifles, do you want one person to hold the cylinder?"
"No need," Shen Mingming warned on the phone, "Both police and judges are not fools. Doing this will only add insult to injury."
"Is it okay?" Zhang Jing was worried, "Will he go to jail?"
"When criminals break into the racecourse at night, you and your employees have unlimited rights to defend themselves and fight back. Your employees will not even be summoned by the police;
Possession of an automatic weapon, that's another case where as long as you have the money, you won't go to jail. "
Zhang Jing was in a beautiful mood, and he thought it would be troublesome.
I didn’t expect that these were two cases. In other words, it didn’t matter that Dillon, Jamie, and Katie used automatic weapons to kill the intruders.
It doesn't matter if you use cannons or missiles to kill the invaders, let alone automatic weapons.
But in another case, Zhang Jing wanted to explain where the automatic rifle came from?
I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.
There were a lot of police cars and ambulances at the racecourse.
"Mr. Zhang," the small town policeman, Joe Taylor, a tall and lanky man, walked up to Zhang Jing, "Is anyone injured at the racecourse?"
"No, this is a very lucky thing," Zhang Jing said miserably, "I almost suffered heavy losses."
"These people seem to be professional and organized." Joe Taylor reminded, "Be careful of retaliation."
"Thanks for reminding."
"You're welcome, I don't mean anything else," Joe Taylor shrugged, "The town hasn't been this lively in a long time."
Zhang Jinghehe.
At this time, Katie came over from the direction of the stable with an uneasy expression, pulled Zhang Jing aside, and warned in horror, "BOSS, the silver is much less, less than half of what it was during the day."
"That's right."
"That's right?" Katie reminded, "There are obviously many during the day."
"That's right!" Zhang Jing repeated.
"Okay, it's up to you."
Zhang Jing praised: "You performed very well tonight and protected the racecourse."
It was a bit chilly at night, and Katie sniffed and said with a pun, "I'll always be great."
