"Slow down! Let me see your hand movements clearly... That's fine, that's it!"
Under Lao Xu's supervision, the bandits took off their coats, threw them on the floor, and immediately put their heads in their hands.
"continue!"
It's just a coat, Lao Xu's goal is far beyond that.
Helpless, the gangsters could only take off their clothes again.
This time he took off his inner sweater, but he still held his head in his hands.
"Okay! Put on your pants!"
Just because he won't give up until he achieves his goal, at this moment, Gao Zhong's upper body thermal underwear instantly became see-through when the rain hit him. Through the rain water, Lao Xu could clearly see his figure without taking off his clothes. Slightly blessed figure.
"Brother, I, there is nothing in my pants."
Looking at the underwear hanging by the end of the gun on the ground, Lao Xu sneered: "It's not up to you to decide whether there are things. Why, are you afraid to take them off or is there something shameful hidden in your pants?"
The gangsters are mentally miserable. Lao Xu is not talking nonsense. Of course he has something shameful hidden in his pants. Oh, yes, that is also called q in popular terms. You can shoot your own "q".
Lao Xu talked a lot and said that he had been offered the job. If he didn't follow the instructions, it wouldn't mean that there was no three hundred taels of silver here, and he declared that he had something to hide.
At this critical moment of life and death, the bandits don't care about anything else. Compared with life, dignity is nothing.
"Take it off! I'll take it off!"
The trouser pocket itself was open. The gangster just opened the trousers opening slightly, and the mud-covered trousers fell down. Then he deftly pulled off the woolen trousers and linen trousers at the same time. Zhaxie, it’s extra...cool!
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the cold wind blows, coupled with the pouring ice rain. At this moment, without Lao Xu's action, God alone is already making the bandits shiver, just like the withered grass in autumn, crumbling at any time. The feeling of possibly falling over.
However, his misery was not over yet. Lao Xu ordered again: "Turn around! Slow down!"
Oh shit! Are you fucking gay?
The psychological scolding was in full bloom, but on the surface, he did not dare to reveal anything.
After the gangsters responded "yes", Shiqu followed Lao Xu's request and began to circle around to show off his body.
After making sure that there was no threat to him, Lao Xu ordered: "Come on, come slowly!"
Lao Xu left the handover matter to Lao Zhao.
After it was over, he returned to the side wall, looked at the time, and shouted: "Did you see that your companions have made a good start just now, and surrender is your only way out. As long as you put down your weapons, you will If you can survive, you can go to the village to drink hot tea and hot meals. I know you all listened to the arrangements from above. The fault is not yours, and I will not pursue it! Oh, by the way, 6 minutes have passed, leaving you with time to make a decision. There aren’t many left.”
Just the right psychological warfare. On such a cold and rainy day, what could be more exciting than a sip of hot tea or a hot meal?
No, less than half a minute after Lao Xu finished speaking, another voice exploded in the grass: "I surrender! I surrender!"
"Raise your gun! Let me see you!" I don't know if the bandits were all too short, but Lao Xu didn't see the bandits' positions.
However, he was not in a hurry and said directly: "You must have seen what your companion did just now. Just like him, he walked to the entrance of the village by himself. Remember not to make fearless movements, otherwise don't blame me for any bad accidents!"
The ugly words came first, and the bandits began to move after listening to them. Now Lao Xu's words were as effective as hell's reminder. The bandits were walking with great care.
With the gun pointed at his head, you know how difficult it is to walk in the mud in this position, but he still managed to survive.
After waiting for more than 2 minutes to see the faces of the bandits, Lao Xu smiled. As he expected, the bandits were only 1.6 meters tall. No wonder he couldn't see him when he raised his gun.
When the little man came to the village entrance, Lao Xu ordered him to take off his clothes as usual.
Since he had witnessed his brother's surrender, there was no need for Old Xu to say anything. The gangsters in the end unbuttoned their clothes and trousers, walked around in circles, and were approached by Old Zhao in the village.
"There are two minutes left. Don't make fun of your own life. Those who want to survive, those who want to drink and eat meat, hurry up!" He said again.
Lao Xu waited quietly, but this time it was not as smooth as before. For a long time after the words fell, it was calm and quiet outside.
Lao Xu stared at his watch and waited until the last 20 seconds before he issued an ultimatum: "The countdown is on. It will be over in 10 minutes. There will be no store after this village. Ten! Nine! Eight...one!" "
"Time's up! Hum, since no one comes forward anymore! Then you can only do what you want next!"
"Hua Zi, Lei Zi, Cheng Wu, Xiao Shen!"
"Understood!" Upon hearing his name, the four sharp knife men outside responded one after another.
With them out there cleaning up the mess, Lao Xu felt relieved.
The next thing to do is to wait, because based on the situation on the field, Lao Xu believes that even if there are still grass left, there will definitely not be much left.
Shen Lian Mao Yao and Duan advanced in a tactical formation. In order to avoid missing as much as possible, they immediately split up after entering the grass.
One person goes from south to north, and the other person goes from west to east.
Not long after Shen Lian entered the hinterland of the grass, he heard a rustling sound not far ahead.
Lifting his gun alertly, Shen Lian approached step by step, being extremely careful with every step he took.
But soon Shen Lian stopped moving forward, observed for two seconds, and then quickly leaned over and lay down.
Because he could tell through his ears that the other party was approaching Qi's position.
Shen Lian had no way of knowing whether the other party was aware of his presence, but no matter what, for the sake of safety, it was the best choice to lean over and wait for the other party to appear.
Because only in this way can the area affected by bullets be minimized, Shen Lian believed that even if the opponent really felt that there was someone in front of him, he would only shoot in the air instead of aiming at the ground.
This is experience, and it is also a game!
Shen Lian lay confidently on the ground, like a prostrate hunter waiting for his prey to approach.
It had to be said that Shen Lian's judgment was correct. Not long after he lay down, the grass in front of him swayed obviously.
This meant that someone was coming. Shen Lian gently pulled the bolt of the gun and pointed the muzzle steadily in the direction of the grass.
Sure enough, a figure vaguely appeared, and his finger was inserted into the trigger. Shen Lian slightly raised the muzzle of the gun, and he aimed at the opponent's chest.
But Shen Lian did not fire. The reason was very simple. When he was not sure whether other bandits were alive around him, he would easily be hit if he fired rashly.
So if conditions permit, he will wait for the gangsters to pass in front of them, and then hit them with a knife from behind while they are not prepared.
This is the safest and most secure method. To be continued.
