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Just as the car exploded for the second time, he vaguely noticed a figure behind a bush by the roadside. The figure seemed somewhat familiar, but it was crouching, and Xin Yi couldn't be sure.
Sun Gang had already rolled out of the car. While Xin Yi was still observing the figure, he suddenly saw it stand up. One hand raised a submachine gun, and a burst of bullets came flying towards the car where Xin Yi was sitting.
Xin Yi was seated on the right side of the back seat, directly facing that person. Moreover, Xin Yi firmly believed that this car did not have bulletproof capabilities. At that moment, if he didn't run, he would surely be done for. Just because he was familiar with the shooter didn't mean that the bullets fired from the submachine gun were friendly; being hit would still cause bleeding and pain.
Xin Yi quickly leaned back against the seat, pushed his legs against the car door with force, and slid out through the door that Sun Gang had opened. Fortunately, the seats were genuine leather; otherwise, it might not have been so smooth. Xin Yi narrowly escaped being shot, but the driver and one guard left in the car were not so lucky; they were instantly pierced by bullets and fell over, reporting to their comrade Marx in death.
The person hiding behind the bushes was none other than Big Bull, who had run up the mountain earlier. As soon as he reached the top, he spotted the convoy of three cars and thought it would be embarrassing to return empty-handed. So he took a shortcut to wait in front of Mountain Road and greeted the approaching vehicles with a grenade. Luckily, Xin Yi wasn't in the first car; otherwise, it would have been a joke to survive a cliff dive only to be killed by his own brother.
Since Big Bull's grenade exploded on the first car and then he opened fire on the second car, the remaining third vehicle had ample time to react. By the time Xin Yi slid out of his car, Sun Gang's personal guard had already started shooting in Big Bull's direction.
Sun Gang's guards were armed with handguns. Although their firepower was inferior to Big Bull's submachine gun, they had numerical superiority and quickly engaged in a fierce battle with him. Big Bull wasn't very skilled with firearms; precise shooting was impossible for him. He could only wildly spray bullets with his submachine gun to suppress several people on that side.
Big Bull focused his attack on the guards behind the third vehicle while Sun Gang and Xin Yi hid in the bushes by the roadside and were not attacked. At this point, Sun Gang had already spotted Big Bull's hiding place and raised his gun to shoot at him.
How could Xin Yi allow his brother to be harmed? Just as Sun Gang aimed his gun, Xin Yi also raised his weapon. However, while Sun Gang aimed at Big Bull, Xin Yi aimed at Sun Gang instead. With a bang, a shot rang out. Sun Gang turned around with an incredulous look at Xin Yi, whose gun was still smoking behind him. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. Xin Yi smiled at him gently and said softly, "I'm sorry, Captain Sun; that person is my brother."
Sun Gang's head was pierced by a bullet. Although a 5.45mm caliber self-defense handgun didn't pack much power, it was more than enough to penetrate someone's skull. Sun Gang fell limply to the ground; even in death, he couldn't understand why this Commissioner sent by Commander Liu would shoot him. Did he make a mistake like Hong Xiaoyi? That question would have to wait for an answer from Yama himself.
The nearby guards heard the gunshot and turned around only to see their leader lying on the ground while that bearded Commissioner smiled at them. For a moment, they were stunned—what was happening in this world? Why did things seem increasingly incomprehensible?
In that moment of confusion, Xin Yi fired again from his small handgun, taking down two more guards instantly. It was only then that the remaining guards reacted and began firing back. Xin Yi quickly dodged behind a car and started a gunfight with several guards using it as cover.
However, this exposed Xin Yi's position to Big Bull's line of sight. Before Xin Yi could fire two shots, a burst of bullets "bang bang bang" grazed his scalp and struck the car beside him. It turned out that Big Bull had opened fire from behind him. Xin Yi broke out in a cold sweat. Oh my god, luckily Big Bull's marksmanship is poor; otherwise, he would have been in real trouble this time. Big Bull! Brother Niu! I’m fighting these people for your sake! How can you repay kindness with malice? How can you shoot at me from behind? That’s just not right!
Despite his thoughts, Xin Yi couldn't afford to be slow in his actions. If he stayed there any longer, what if Brother Niu accidentally hit him? Xin Yi quickly rolled away from behind the car and into the bushes by the roadside. However, this brought him face to face with several guards, who immediately opened fire on him. There was nothing but bushes around to use as cover, so Xin Yi had no choice but to roll around in the grass, desperately dodging the incoming bullets.
Fortunately, Big Bull started shooting at the guards, drawing a significant amount of their fire away. This gave Xin Yi the chance to roll behind a bush. He was furious; being forced into such a predicament by a few small guards was simply embarrassing. He pulled out two throwing knives and quietly circled toward the guards' position. It was a dark night, perfect for killing—just as the saying goes—and the guards were completely unaware that Xin Yi was approaching them.
When he got close to his targets, Xin Yi raised his gun and took down two of them first. Then he swiftly threw both knives into the throats of the remaining two guards. The four guards were swiftly dealt with, and gunfire ceased abruptly.
After eliminating all the guards, Xin Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief and hid behind the car, poking his head out and shouting loudly, "Big Bull, it's me! Don't shoot!"
Big Bull was puzzled about why it had suddenly gone quiet after a flurry of gunfire when he suddenly heard a familiar voice calling him. He jumped in shock—wasn't that Brother Xin's voice? Looking around at the dark sky, gusty mountain winds, and strange animal sounds… oh no! Could it be haunted? Brother Xin, if you’re up there helping me take down those guards, why do you need to greet me like this?
Amitabha! Lord! Guanyin Bodhisattva bless me! Brother Xin, rest in peace; don’t wander around anymore. We came here specifically to avenge you. After we go back, I will definitely burn incense for you every day and offer paper money so that even in heaven you can eat well every day and enjoy plenty of beef. And… and you can marry as many beautiful wives as you want—oh no, not just a few but many! You can have as many as you desire.
Seeing that Big Bull was silent on the other side, Xin Yi thought he had recognized him. However, Big Bull did recognize him; he just mistook his respected Brother Xin for a ghost. Xin Yi circled around from behind the car toward the bush where Big Bull was hiding. When he got closer and looked carefully, he saw that their comrade Big Bull was crouched behind the bush with his hands clasped together in prayer, speaking softly with utmost sincerity.
Xin Yi found it strange and asked, "Big Bull, what are you doing?"
Big Bull was deep in prayer when he suddenly heard Xin Yi's voice right in front of him. He opened his eyes wide and saw a shadow standing before him. The figure resembled Brother Xin from his memory but had a dark face that made it hard to see clearly. Shouldn't Brother Xin have had fair skin? Did people’s faces turn dark after they died? Oh right—Brother Xin is already dead!
"Oh my god! A ghost!" Big Bull jumped up from the ground and ran wildly in the opposite direction while shouting, "Brother Xin! Don’t come near me! I know you treated me well when you were alive and that your death was very unjust… You couldn’t bear to leave those sisters who liked you behind; I will definitely avenge you! We came here specifically for your revenge… Don’t worry; I will burn incense for you every day and offer paper money when I go back. Just rest easy! If I find you in my next life, I will still be your brother; I will still call you brother..."
"What nonsense are you talking about! Big Bull, stop right there!" Hearing what Big Bull said made Xin Yi realize what he thought of him; he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. So this guy took him for an unquiet ghost! Thus, he chased after Big Bull while calling out to him.
Big Bull was tall and strong, and when he ran, he moved with the speed of a dragon and tiger. Fortunately, Xin Yi was not slow either; he took a deep breath and expanded his form to chase after Big Bull. Xin Yi's steps were different from Big Bull's. Big Bull relied entirely on his size and brute strength to charge forward, each step causing the ground to tremble like a stampeding buffalo. In contrast, Xin Yi relied on his agile steps and the breath control skills he had practiced since childhood, similar to the lightness described in martial arts, making his landing sound very light.
Although Big Bull ran quickly, this kind of sprinting consumed a lot of energy. After running for a while, he was already panting heavily. He leaned against a tree, gasping for breath, thinking that after running so far, Brother Xin should not have followed him. In reality, Xin Yi had been just a few meters behind Big Bull, following him closely. Xin Yi's steps were naturally light, and combined with Big Bull's heavy footfalls, he did not notice the sound of Xin Yi behind him. When Big Bull stopped to rest, Xin Yi quickly slowed down and walked over, patting Big Bull on the shoulder and asking, "Why are you running so fast? Is there an enemy chasing you?"
Murder—this was definitely a blatant murder. Big Bull collapsed onto the ground and immediately started crying: "Brother Xin, didn't I tell you we agreed on this? Why do you have to follow me so closely? I always keep my word..." With such speed and silence, what could it be if not a ghostly presence?
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