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Chapter 167 Both Lose

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Amidst a cacophony of screams, the truck suddenly came to a halt.

Several figures then popped their heads out from the top of the truck, unleashing a hail of gunfire on those who ran out of the building, quickly sending them scurrying back inside under a storm of buckshot and pellets.

At the same time, a few people jumped out of the other truck that had inexplicably stopped earlier.

The man leading them was Peng Si.

Carrying a hunting shotgun over half a meter long, he cursed his way into the building, with a dozen men following closely behind him.

Soon, a series of explosive gunshots echoed through the two-story building.

Faint sounds of panicked flight could also be heard.

Eventually, it turned into pleas for mercy.

Fifteen minutes later, the battle inside the building was over.

Peng Si emerged, dragging a captive out as if he was carrying a rabbit.

Apart from this prisoner, there were two others who were clearly wounded, limping and supporting each other as they came out behind him.

"Just three people?"

"Where are the others?"

Peng Yue's face was terrifyingly dark.

He had seen very clearly that someone from the building had opened fire on their convoy, but now none of the captives before him had a gun.

"Brother, by the time I got in, there were only a few of them left."

"I didn't see anyone with a gun."

Peng Si said shamefully, with his head hung low, no longer daring to meet his elder brother's eyes; after all, the escapees had slipped through his fingers.

The aforementioned gunshots had also come from his firearm.

One killed, two injured.

And one captured.

Just three.

Slap!

An ear-splitting slap landed on one of the prisoner's faces!

Peng Liu, charging from behind without a hint of politeness, raised his leg and kicked the man in the stomach!

"Speak!"

"Where are they!"

"Was that bastard surnamed Chen in the building just now!"

Before the captive could even speak, he took several more blows, and the intense pain instantly made him curl up on the ground like a shrimp, unable to utter a word.

The other two wounded men were soon getting punched and kicked by others from the convoy.

Unable to tolerate the beating, one of them immediately started to beg for mercy, crying and kneeling on the ground, shouting incessantly:

"Grandpa! Stop hitting me!"

However, he had calculated everything except for the fact that Peng Yue, who was usually so cautious, would actually lead a full assault in person.

Five reinforced heavy trucks not only smashed through the roadblocks, but they also instantly broke the psychological defenses of those assigned to thwart them.

Therefore, the two armed men didn't say a word before running away through the back door.

The rest, who had no time to offer any resistance, were quickly defeated by the oncoming Peng Si.

The fleeing men had intended to go back and report, but in their panic, they didn't drive at all, relying solely on their legs to madly sprint across the open countryside.

Before they could even return, the Peng family brothers, thoroughly enraged by the ambush, had already stormed into the orchard.

The men, busy building defensive fortifications at the entrance, immediately panicked.

As the sound of gunfire, like the pop of frying beans, started within the orchard, a brutal fight thus began.

"Kill them!"

"Some of you, follow me and charge!"

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After ramming the truck through the wire mesh and into the orchard, he immediately jumped down, carrying his homemade shotgun.

In front of him was a golden expanse.

The harvest season had left the ground covered with fallen fruit.

Red, yellow, green—the various colors mixed together were dizzying to the eye.

Among them, shadows of several people could be seen retreating deeper into the orchard.

Before Peng Yue could stop him, his cousin had already led several men and disappeared into the woods.

At the same time, fights had already broken out in the adjacent woods.

Several men eager for merit had just entered when they were felled by an explosion of gunfire; two dropped instantly, and the rest hurriedly ran back, shouting as they retreated.

Upon hearing the sound, Peng Yue's expression instantly changed.

A homemade gun doesn't make that sound!

Could it be—

While he was thinking, a bullet, coming from who knows where, instantly penetrated the arm of Peng Liu standing beside him.

His body swayed, and just as he tried to hide behind the truck while enduring the intense pain, another muffled gunshot rang out from the woods.

"Peng Liu!"

"What happened to you, Peng Liu!"

"Quick, carry him to the back, hurry!"

Peng Liu, who was just about to pick up his gun and join the fight, had only taken a few steps when he saw his older brother lying on the ground, struggling to breathe.

Amidst a torrent of anxious shouts and orders, a few more men fell to the ground.

Peng Yue, hiding behind the truck, was so filled with anger he could crush his teeth.

He had taken a glimpse during the chaos, and the person shooting seemed very familiar.

It was Chen!

You and I are far from done!