"We are here to look for someone!"
"We are absolutely neutral!"
"Don't accidentally hurt him!"
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Because they were worried that their own supervisor, Xu Le, would be swallowed up by the sea of people, several dozen members of Group 7 gathered their courage and followed Xiong Linquan, who was spouting profanities, toward the center of the chaotic night market. Along the way, they picked up the small iron pots used for barbecuing that were scattered on the ground, or they picked up the table that was broken in two. They used them to block their heads and sides to protect themselves from the dangers that were everywhere. At the same time, they sincerely shouted out the words of self-defense like the one above.
Right now, at the scene of the Chrysanthemum Night Market brawl, the government army had already obtained a clear advantage. Those Green Dragon Mountain soldiers were suppressed to a corner of the night market. Group 7 squeezed out their sweaty bodies, accompanied by the slogan of not participating in the battle and a mess of protective equipment, actually successfully squeezed their way in. They approached the already messy food tray turntable that was full of octopus legs and mud.
Beside the turntable, several government army officers were currently slapping the table, angrily commanding their subordinates to launch the final fierce attack on the Green Dragon Mountain soldiers that were still holed up in a corner but were still resisting with all their might. Their foreheads were still bleeding, clearly having suffered quite a bit in the previous chaotic battle.
Xiong Linquan, who was wearing a large black pot, was sweating profusely. There were many muddy footprints on his body. While squeezing his way over, he still suffered a few kicks in the end. He moved close to the ear of a cursing officer and loudly said, "Brother! Brother! Did you see our senior officer? Before you guys started fighting, he should have been drinking here. "
This officer's entire body reeked of alcohol, his tanned face completely red from anger and excitement. When he heard Xiong Linquan's loud question, he angrily turned his head and roared, "What are you yelling for! Didn't you see that we are about to win? Where did you see who? "
Xiong Linquan couldn't find Xu Le, and his phone couldn't get through either. He was extremely worried, so how could he just let it go like this? He held onto his shoulder and said fawningly, "Brother, that is our senior officer, we don't dare let anything happen to him … right, at that time, there should be a beautiful girl by his side."
The officer stared blankly for a moment, remembering the fellow who tried to calm the situation before.
From his point of view, that guy's previous attitude was clearly biased towards the Azure Dragon Mountain, so he naturally wasn't in a good mood. He pulled Xiong Linquan's hand down and used his hand to cover his forehead that was constantly bleeding. He cursed, "Fuck! It's that busybody. If I didn't know, he might have been beaten to a pulp. I say, get out of my way. If you provoke me, I'll beat you! "
Hearing this, Xiong Linquan's expression changed slightly. The members of Group 7 behind him also glared at him. Over the past few years, Group 7 had made a name for itself in the West Woods for being ruthless. After disbanding for a year, Group 7 was reorganized and welcomed Xu Le, a manager who dared to go against Du Shaoqing. He was even more arrogant and domineering than before, and it was deeply ingrained in his bones. Regardless of whether it was the new or old members, no one would be willing to tolerate this kind of attitude.
Yan Bingyan glared with his bulging eyes. His arm, which was as thick as a tree trunk, stiffened as he raised his fist, which was as big as a bullet, and prepared to smash it. As the face of the 17th Division, he was extremely tall and sturdy. Now that he suddenly went berserk, his aura was extremely frightening.
Unexpectedly, the moment he moved his fist, he was hugged by Xiong Linquan. Xiong Linquan was half a head shorter than him, but his strength was greater than his.
"What? You want to go berserk? " That officer spat on the ground and cursed, "Fuck, you really think that I don't dare to beat up all of you? F * cking mercenaries! "
As old foxes in the army, they could easily determine the allegiance of the other party through their military uniform epaulets and aura.
If it was in the past, Xiong Linquan would have long sent this officer in front of him flying with a kick. But right now, he only tightly hugged Yan Bingyan, not letting him do anything. At the same time, he used his fierce gaze to suppress his restless subordinates.
Right now, the situation in the Chrysanthemum Night Market was too chaotic. Everywhere were soldiers who had been stimulated by alcohol and blood to the point of near insanity. Although Group 7 was not afraid of fighting, their numbers were not small. More importantly, today's brawl involved Green Dragon Mountain. As an old member of Group 7, at this moment, Xiong Linquan calmly thought that if he and the others also participated in this brawl, perhaps it would bring some political trouble to Xu Le.
Right now, they had a black pot on their heads, but that did not mean that they really wanted to be the scapegoat.
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The most intense area of the brawl had already moved to a corner of the night market. The soldiers of Green Dragon Mountain clenched their teeth, unwilling to disperse or admit defeat. Their desperate postures stimulated the atmosphere of the scene to the extreme. Everyone involved gradually lost their last bit of rationality. Their eyes were red from killing, and from time to time, there would be miserable groans.
Xu Le, who was squatting under the turntable, had already anxiously finished smoking two cigarettes. He watched the two sides of the brawl through the cracks. Some people began to pick up the sharp and broken beer bottles on the ground. He even saw that the weapons in the hands of some soldiers had traces of blood on them. He knew that the development of the situation had already spiraled out of control. He feared that before the military police arrived, someone would die.
If an irresolvable and vicious conflict really did occur between the government army and Green Dragon Mountain, under the manipulation of certain people, it might affect the rare great reconciliation situation of the Federation. The ice-cold edge of the blade would be pointed at President Pabre and the high officials beside him. Moreover, it would definitely affect the military's victorious military operations against the empire.
Xu Le understood the balance between politics and the interests of the Federation on a large scale. However, the direct reason why he made such a risky decision and rushed to quell the situation first was only the blood in the night market and the possibility of death at any time.
Regardless of the difference in ideology and political philosophy, regardless of how much blood was shed in the four states surrounded by S2, in the West Woods region, in the moment of war with the empire, he believed that everyone's blood should flow on the frontlines and should not dry up in the infighting and old grudges.
After telling Lulu to stay under the turntable obediently with the waiter, Xu Le crawled out from under the turntable. His whole body trembled, and like a loach, he slipped past the excited and twisted faces of the soldiers. He arrived in front of Xiong Linquan and said in a deep voice, "Give me the gun."
Xiong Linquan and his team members looked at him with surprise and excitement. They didn't know where he came from, but he didn't have a single injury on his body. Just as they were about to go up and pat him on the shoulder and leave, they suddenly heard these words and didn't react for a moment.
The Federation strictly controlled firearms, and the army was no exception. In the entire Group 7, only Xiong Linquan, who loved guns as much as his life, had exchanged his military merits for a high-authority gun permit. He carried a gun on him at all times.
Xu Le knew this. With a calm face, he reached out his hand and directly took out a gun from Xiong Linquan's clothes.
The slightly hot gun was a bit light in his hand. He frowned and looked down. He found that the gun was a Green Star, with an electric pulse and a liquid core at the back of the cartridge.
"The voice is a bit low, I'm afraid not many people can hear it."
He thought in his heart and stuffed the Green Star back into Xiong Linquan's hand. Without any hesitation, he touched the gun again and found an H01 pistol. Finally satisfied, he held it tightly and walked toward the several officers of the government army.
Xiong Linquan and his team members were stunned. They didn't know what he was going to do.
Xu Le walked in front of the several officers. Looking at their violent expressions, his heart sank. It was a nearly impossible task to calm nearly a thousand soldiers who were driven crazy by violence and blood.
"You have already won. The military police will be here soon. Tell your people to stop."
The leaders of the Second Military Region glanced at him and cursed, "Get out of my way!"
Xu Le saw the blood and fighting on the other side. Without a moment of hesitation, he raised the pistol to the night sky and pulled the trigger continuously.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The H01 was the first generation of the H21. It also had a very long magazine, but it had the simplest mechanical firing pin design. The gunshot was exceptionally loud.
He stared at the several officers of the government army and fired continuously into the sky with no expression on his face. His forearm kept trembling slightly, and the gun barrel spewed out beautiful gunfire. The crisp gunshot resounded throughout the chaotic night market, and then continued to rise, penetrating through countless environmental noises, and clearly shaking everyone's eardrums.
Soldiers were the most sensitive to the sound of guns. The sudden series of crisp gunshots in the night market made them, who were fighting and roaring, subconsciously stop their movements at the same time. The beer bottle that was poking forward froze in the air, and the military boots that were kicking towards each other's abdomen lost most of their strength.
At this moment, the uncontrollable chaos finally had an extremely precious moment of silence.
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In the chaos of the night market, many people from both sides started to look for the source of the gunshots. The people around Xu Le clearly saw this scene, and they all rushed over.
Xu Le lowered his raised right hand, and in the midst of the smoke coming out of the gun barrel, he said to the officers in front of him expressionlessly, "Order your people to stop immediately."
The members of Group 7 who squeezed into the night market saw this scene and felt the hostile gazes of countless people around them. With their eyes wide open, they rushed behind Xu Le and stared fiercely at the surroundings, trying to intimidate the attacks that could erupt at any time towards Xu Le.
Because of the gun control, the soldiers in the night market basically didn't have any guns on them. However, the officer of the Second Military Region whose forehead was bleeding stared coldly at Xu Le. He slowly pulled open a corner of his military uniform, revealing his gun holster, and said, "I also have a gun, but I haven't used it yet."
The officer slowly took out his gun, scratched his forehead that was a little itchy from the stimulation of the blood, and looked at Xu Le with disdain. "They said you're the officer, so you should know very well what it means to use a gun in a fight."
In a group fight, using guns was a big taboo. This was the rule in the military for countless years. First, it was easy to kill with guns, and second, it was related to the dignity of a soldier. Xu Le obviously knew this, but the problem was that in today's situation, if he didn't use his gun, there would definitely be people who would die.
He wouldn't solve anything with this officer and the hostile government soldiers around him. He stepped forward, reached out, and twisted the officer's wrist. The tip of his elbow heavily hit the officer's armpit, and his left hand slid down from his wrist like a chain, easily snatching the gun, and then pointed the cold muzzle at the officer's forehead.
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