"Da da da…"
As Thomas Xu stuffed the magazine into his pocket, he jumped up from the ground. After quickly exchanging glances with Jack, the Bayi Bar in his hand started to pour bullets crazily on the white door as if it was life-threatening. After firing twenty-nine bullets in one breath, , the white-painted steel door had been riddled with holes, and the firepower was basically concentrated on the door lock. The silver-white door lock only took a few bullets before being beaten without a trace, leaving a big, tattered hole, and the situation inside could be seen directly at a glance.
Thomas Xu loaded and unloaded the magazine almost in one go. Stepping on the bullet casings on the ground, Thomas Xu jumped to the side of the broken door. He leaned against the wall and listened carefully to the situation inside. I don't know if the people inside were all dead or were frightened. It was so quiet that they couldn't even hear a sound.
At this moment, Thomas Xu bent down and picked up a dark round iron block from the ground. After weighing the weight in his hand, he opened the door with his back foot, threw the unknown black iron block in, and shouted, "Blow you sons of bitches to death."
"It's... it's a grenade, quickly, get down quickly." A frightened man shouted, but his voice sounded very young, and he no longer seemed to be the middle-aged man.
Inside the white door, I waited for almost half a minute, but I didn't hear the black "grenade" explode. A young man lying on the ground with his head in his arms raised his head in confusion. The first thing he saw was a pair of big feet wearing black military boots, and then... It was a pair of black slacks. Before he could see the man's face clearly, a black, warm iron pipe was pressed against his head. The slightly fat young man trembled all over, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a young man with an evil smile looking at him with a gun raised.
"Hehe~ It's not bad. It's good if you watch too many American blockbusters. Any piece of junk you throw at it can be used as a grenade." Thomas Xu looked at the panic-stricken young man on the ground with a smile. He pushed his head hard with the rifle in his hand and said with a smirk, "Brother, please be a good boy. In our country, you can just throw a piece of wood and treat it as a grenade. You basically have no hope of seeing such high-end oval grenades in your life."
"Hey~ this kid peed"
Boss Hu miraculously regained his domineering appearance once again. Holding his 92-style pistol in his hand, he staggered into the workshop with Thomas Xu. At a glance, he saw a large pool of Marcus-colored liquid dripping from under the young man lying on the ground.
Boss Hu laughed. When he saw two women, one big and one small, trembling not far from them, he immediately opened his eyes to the maximum. He walked over and looked at them with a lewd smile. Among them, the girl in a short skirt was not only beautiful, but also had a great figure. She was being protected by a middle-aged woman in her thirties, trembling all over like a frightened quail.
Boss Hu didn't care about anything else. He immediately squatted down and pushed the noble-looking woman away. Amidst the girl's screams, Boss Hu lifted her tight black skirt up to her waist and slapped her small buttocks hard several times. Then he listened to Boss Hu's instructions. Holding the white thong under her body, she laughed and said, "Haha~ Look, this little bitch is actually wearing a short skirt and thong. Uh... Damn, it's so damn unlucky. This bitch actually peed her pants, and I made my hands full of urine. It tastes so sexy."
"You... who are you? Don't touch my daughter." The middle-aged woman who was pushed aside by Boss Hu rushed over again and pressed hard on the girl in her early twenties. Although she was trembling all over, she looked a little crazy, like an old cat guarding its cubs that was about to go crazy.
"Okay, Old Hu, we haven't figured out the situation here yet." Jack, who walked in with the two women, frowned in displeasure when he saw Boss Hu's obscene look. When Boss Hu smiled lewdly and wiped all the liquid in his hand on the middle-aged woman's face, Jack also began to take stock of the environment here.
This is just a separated wash and disinfection room, about more than 100 square meters, surrounded by milky white plastic steel plates and covered with smoky gray plastic floors. Although it is a bit empty, it is relatively clean overall. In addition to a few wash basins, there are only a few hand dryers and some disinfection machines around. Half of the white checkered ceiling has been lifted, and bright sunlight is pouring down from the lighting roof of the factory, making the place look not dim at all.
In the corner diagonally opposite where Jack was standing, there was a normal-sized stainless steel door. Behind it was likely the real packaging workshop. A row of beds made from clothes and fabric was laid out in front of that door, which seemed to be where a few people in this room slept.
Jack looked down at the two men lying in a pool of blood at his feet. They were an old man and a young man. The old man looked about forty or fifty years old, with a medium build. He was wearing dark blue trousers and a black short-sleeved shirt. He had seven or eight gunshot holes on his body, and most of his body was covered in blood. It was impossible to tell what kind of gun Thomas Xu had used to hit him. At this time, he was half-lying on a thirty-year-old man under him, staring at the ground with his eyes blankly.
And the man named Ahu seemed to be much better looking. He only received one shot from Jack, but that shot tore half of his neck on the left side, along with the aorta, and the bright red and thick dark red blood surged out. The liquid sprayed all over the wall and the roof, and the bloody look was a bit oozing. However, even though the man was dead, he still held an old double-barreled hunting gun tightly in his right hand, and his eyes were wide open like that of the middle-aged man, giving him a look of death.
Jack bent down and picked up the double-barreled hunting gun. After opening it, he found that there was only one bullet left. Moreover, the man was only wearing a pair of blue briefs, and there was no place to hide the bullet. This cleared up the doubts that had just arisen in Jack's heart, because he was still confused at first. Why did this man, who was so good at shooting, not dare to open the door and fight the living corpses? It turned out that he only had four bullets left in total.
I carefully observed the man's right hand and found that both his jaw and index finger had calluses that were different from ordinary people. Based on Jack's experience, he knew at a glance that this man was a veteran of playing guns, and his gun skills were indeed quite good. It was estimated that if he was given a Bayi Bar, he would probably rush out and fight with them.
Glancing again at this stocky man wearing only a pair of briefs, the tattoos on his body clearly told Jack that he couldn't be from the military. Even if he was, he would have been discharged long ago. Jack slowly turned around and turned his attention to the young man who peed his pants. There were only five people in the room, three men and two women, and he was the only man left.
"What is your relationship?" Jack walked up to the young man and looked at him condescendingly and asked.
"Then... those two are... my dad and my brother." The young man lay on the ground and stammered in reply. Apart from fear, there was no trace of hatred in his eyes. Then he slowly pointed at the two women huddled behind him and said hesitantly, "Those are my sister and my mother."
"Scared? It turns out we are a family. Then why are you resisting when we ask you to open the door?" Boss Hu walked up and kicked the young man hard in the stomach, causing the young man to scream "Ouch" and his body hunched over. He was like a shrimp, but Boss Hu stomped on his head again without feeling relieved. While stomping, he cursed, "Fuck, I told you to shoot, I told you to shoot. Do you know, if I wasn't lucky, you would have blown my head off?"
"Don't hit my son... Please don't hit my son. He is innocent. It was Ah Hu who fired the gun. He has been beaten to death by you." The noble-looking woman whose age was almost invisible pounced on the young man again. She didn't bother to pull up her long skirt, revealing two smooth and white long legs. She protected her son like an old hen and shouted to Mr. Hu eagerly, "Hit me if you want to, hit me if you want to."