Chapter 52

Saitiger let the brothers of the mountain stronghold carry the weapons and ammunition back, staying behind himself to discuss the wedding arrangements six days later with Fatty, his soon-to-be brother-in-law. Although this brother-in-law had come with a bit of disgrace, he was still the main person in charge of the wedding, and it was only right to consult him.

For example, should the elders at home be informed? Should relatives and friends be invited? There were too many things that needed Fatty's decision.

The reason he was now being so polite was that he was truly frightened by the grain and weapons Fatty had brought back. According to his previous thoughts, he would have simply tied Fatty up and taken him to the bridal chamber to save trouble. But at this moment, he absolutely dared not have any evil thoughts. This Fatty had truly terrified all the bandits.

Saitiger came to the room where Fatty was sleeping, opened the door, and saw Fatty sleeping like a dead pig. A Mauser C96 was on the left side of the bed, and a 20-shot pistol on the right. Even in sleep, he never parted with his guns. This level of vigilance... Saitiger himself was also such a person, so it wasn't unusual.

"Ha, brother-in-law, you're truly a good brother-in-law to me, Saitiger. You brought back so much grain and weapons, some of which I've never even seen..." Saitiger's loud voice was like a broken gong, but before he could finish, a gunshot rang out, cutting off his words.

Then he found his legs trembling, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He stared at Fatty, who was still asleep with his eyes closed but holding the 20-shot pistol, and swallowed hard.

Although the bullet had passed through his crotch, it had just grazed his vital parts. Saitiger could even feel the temperature of the metal bullet as it passed, still hot from the gunpowder due to the close distance. Just a little more, and his vital parts would have flown away with the bullet.

"Get out!" Fatty didn't even lift his eyelids, tossing the 20-shot pistol, which was still on safety, onto the bed and turning over to continue sleeping.

Saitiger also wanted to leave quickly, but the problem was that his legs were trembling and wouldn't obey him. That shot was too damn scary. He had encountered countless people in the underworld and seen many who were good with guns, and his own sister, Saishezhen, was an expert. But he had never seen anyone who could almost castrate him with a shot while sleeping. The single word "get out" made him realize that this heartless Fatty had shown mercy; otherwise, he would have become a eunuch.

Saitiger, with no other choice, dared not stay in the room any longer. He grabbed his own feet with both hands and dragged himself out, using his hands to move his stiff legs. He then carefully closed the door and collapsed on the ground, terrified.

This gun skill was truly shocking. Saitiger's mind involuntarily recalled the legends he had heard before. He had heard that those with good hearing could determine the position by the wind, hitting a target even if it moved slightly, even with their back turned and eyes blindfolded. Could this brother-in-law...

If Fatty knew what Saitiger was thinking at this moment, he would definitely say something disgusting—country bumpkin plus idiot!

This hearing was a natural talent of Fatty's body. He could hear the barking of Japanese military dogs from miles away, which was not surprising. However, the gun skill was his own. Determining the position by the wind was due to his hearing and the special forces mindset.

Special forces would enhance their ability to remember things at a glance. In anti-terrorism operations, Fatty could remember the layout of a room, the appearance of criminals, and the appearance of hostages at a glance. In undercover operations, he could remember the titles of books on a bookshelf to understand the preferences of the people he was dealing with, thus deducing their character.

Saitiger's physical characteristics were already imprinted in his mind, so the shot just now could pass through the gap in Saitiger's crotch without injuring him. The combination of his exceptional hearing, superb gun skill, and photographic memory was essential. No other marksman with the ability to determine the position by the wind could have done it.

No wonder one shot was enough to scare a bandit leader like Saitiger, who had risked his life countless times.

Ji Dao德 saw Saitiger collapsed in front of Fatty's bedroom and was a bit stunned. He walked over and asked, "Boss, are you okay?"

Saitiger glared at Ji Dao德 and lowered his voice to shout, "Get out, get out quickly! If you disturb the living hell inside, you don't want to live, but I do!"

Ji Dao德 was stunned. When had Boss Saitiger ever been so timid?

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Boss Huang hurriedly walked into the "Manufacturing Hall," gave some instructions to the shop assistants, and then rushed into the inner courtyard to the room where Saishezhen and the others were staying.

"Boss Huang, how did it go?" Saishezhen was pacing back and forth in the room, looking anxious. When she saw Boss Huang come in, she hurriedly greeted him and said to Monkey, "Monkey, make tea for Boss Huang."

Monkey quickly made the tea and handed the cup to Boss Huang.

"Second Boss, good news," Boss Huang said excitedly, taking a sip of the tea.

"Quick, tell me!" Saishezhen's anxious expression finally eased when she heard it was good news.

"Brother Liu escaped, but Sixth Boss told me that he didn't see Brother Liu drive through the north gate. Instead, he saw Translator Liu leading Japanese soldiers in four military trucks carrying grain and weapons out of the city after the explosion at Warehouse No. 1. Translator Liu is Brother Liu, ha, now you can rest easy!" Boss Huang took another sip of tea. It was scorching hot outside, and he had to be careful of the Japanese while gathering information.

"This fatso must be up to something, actually leading the Japanese out of the city." Although her tone was somewhat displeased, the joy on Saishezhen's face couldn't be hidden.

"There's more good news." Boss Huang smiled, seeing the joy on Saishezhen's face.

"More?" Saishezhen was slightly taken aback.

"Before Brother Liu blew up the Japanese Warehouse No. 1, he had us paint those four big characters. It wasn't in vain. Now I know that Brother Liu is not simple, no, he's truly thoughtful!" Boss Huang felt excited when he thought about what he had seen and heard on the street. He could sense a mysterious joy among the people, which came from the four characters they had painted.

"Is this fatso? Boss Huang, don't speak well of him. Last night, he deliberately sent me away, and he's been up to no good. When I get back to the stronghold, I'll deal with him!" Saishezhen sneered. It was truly a rare sight for someone to speak well of Fatty.

"Second Boss, don't make things difficult for Brother Liu. You don't know, the four characters 'Fat胆特战' have become the hope of the people of Qingzhou, the hope in despair, the hope of persisting in the resistance." Boss Huang sighed, completely ignoring the fact that Saishezhen, who had only studied for two years in a private school, had her own understanding of hope.

"Boss Huang, when are you going to get me out of the city?" This was what Saishezhen was most concerned about. She wished she could grow wings and fly out of the city.

"It's still not possible. The Japanese are still enforcing strict curfews. Although they're not arresting everyone they see, they will question anyone with an unfamiliar face. If something goes wrong, how can I face Brother Liu's instructions?" Boss Huang said.

"Are you saying I still can't leave the city?" Saishezhen, who had been the second boss, had never felt so helpless. Not only could she not leave the city, but she also had to stay in this small shop. This was intolerable!

Boss Huang, who had been a teacher before joining the revolution, would never understand the psychology of a bandit like Saishezhen.