Chen Zikun's heart trembled, and he felt terrible.
The person who could give orders like this in the bandits' den must be the bandit leader.
He would shoot people without interrogation.
This shows that this person has a reckless and domineering personality.
It is impossible to reason with such a person. , but his face was covered with black cloth, his hands were tied, he couldn't display any martial arts, and he had no chance to resist.
Do I really want to die in this little gangster den after having such a great reputation all my life?
A bandit stepped forward and kicked Chen Zikun in the crook of the leg, but he did not move.
Then he heard the sound of a rifle being cocked, followed by the bandit's stern roar: "Kneel down."
Chen Zikun knew that he was going to be shot.
He had experienced this kind of scene many times.
When he was living in Guandong, he often shot the spies of the government and army.
When he encountered those who cried and knelt down to beg for mercy, he would often directly The gun collapsed, there is nothing to say, there is only one way to survive "Hahahahaha" Just when the gun was pressed against Chen Zikun's back, he suddenly laughed wildly, heartily and without the slightest awareness that a person who was about to be shot should have.
As expected, the bandit leader fell into the trap and shouted: "Stop it!"
Chen Zikun secretly called it a fluke.
In this flash of lightning, the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
"Why are you laughing?"
the bandit leader asked.
"I laugh at you for wasting your reputation.
You are a big village leader, but you don't understand the rules of the world."
Chen Zikun smiled coldly before replying coldly.
Now the bandit leader was so embarrassed.
He circled around Chen Zikun a few times and asked in a very angry tone: "You said, I don't understand the rules of the world.
If you can tell me one, two, three, I will let you go."
Ma, if you act carelessly, I will chop you alive."
Chen Zikun was not afraid at all and said scornfully: "I'm here to redeem people.
You tied up the meat coupons and also tied up the victims.
What's the point?
Is this how we Shandong heroes do business?"
The bandit leader snorted coldly: "You said you are the master of suffering."
"Yes, I am the master of suffering."
Chen Zikun calmed down.
"Fuck you, you are a spy for the army.
You shaved off a bald head at the barber stall next to Lincheng Station.
I don't think I know about it."
The bandit leader suddenly became furious.
Chen Zikun was shocked.
The bandits were really powerful, and their spies were all in Lincheng.
It seemed that his ins and outs were already known, and now he could only bite the bullet.
"Hahaha, the leader of Dazhai really has clairvoyance and ears.
Yes, I am indeed a slave from Beijing.
My woman's name is Shen Jianbing.
She was picked up by Guizhai on the Blue Steel Express.
I came to redeem her. ” "Redemption, then why are you pretending to be a salesman?"
"Nonsense, I came in wearing a military uniform and you guys would have destroyed me."
The bandit leader was stunned for a moment, obviously unable to turn his head around, but soon someone next to him asked angrily: "Since you are here to redeem someone, then you came here openly and disguised yourself, you are obviously a spy."
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"Yes, you are the spy," the bandit leader said.
Chen Zikun sighed and said: "It's sad.
There is no one who understands this big village.
I disguised myself as a salesman, not to gather information, but to avoid the government and the army.
Now the case has become so big that foreigners in Beijing and Shanghai are alarmed.
The officers and soldiers have sealed the mountain, and even if the owner wants to pay for the ransom, he can't get in. " "That makes sense."
The bandit leader's mood seemed to have softened a bit.
Chen Zikun continued: "If I am really a spy, I am afraid it will not be so easy to invite me here based on the brothers in Guishan Village."
These words angered the bandit leader, who shouted: "Untie him!"
The black cloth on Chen Zikun's face and the rope on his hands were finally untied.
The sudden brightness made his eyes unable to adapt for a while, and he could only squint and look around.
This is a grass hut set up in a mountain col.
There are a few simple wooden tables and chairs on the ground.
The group of cold-faced and arrogant people in front of them are the bandits who committed the big train robbery in Lincheng.
Compared with When our colleagues from Guandong come, the bandits in Shandong are a bit uglier.
The clothes on the clothes are all kinds of strange things, including long robes and mandarin jackets, old military uniforms, shabby suits, opera costumes, and even women's clothes.
The weapons are also all kinds of, including box guns, revolvers, single-handed cows, native cannons, and brand-new ones.
Made in Japan Unexpectedly, the bandit leader is an extremely young young man, tall and imposing, wearing a black felt hat and a sky-blue coat, with the hem rolled up and stuffed into the cowhide belt around his waist.
There is an air of honesty.
"Looking at your size, you must be a martial artist," the bandit leader asked, staring directly at Chen Zikun.
"I've only practiced some minor external martial arts."
Chen Zikun said modestly, but his tone was anything but modest.
The bandit leader nodded, walked two steps in front of him, and suddenly received a straight punch.
Before the fist hit, the strong wind had arrived.
Chen Zikun felt a stinging pain on his face, and his hair was swept back.
He did not hesitate at all. , punched to fight, the two fists collided head-on, like a mountain falling apart.
The two of them took a few steps back together.
Chen Zikun felt pain in the tiger's mouth and his whole fist was numb.
He had never encountered such a strong opponent after debuting for so long.
The bandit leader was obviously a little surprised.
He knew that his punch could kill a cow.
He didn't expect that the opponent could take it calmly.
It seemed that he was really not an ordinary practitioner.
He couldn't help but get excited.
"Friend, watch the move."
The bandit leader flashed and rushed over like a tiger descending from the mountain.
His fists were filled with strong wind and his movements were extremely fierce.
Chen Zikun could see that the opponent was using Shaolin boxing, and his skills were quite solid.
He was also endowed with innate divine power.
Meeting such a rare opponent in the bandits' den deep in the mountains and forests, Chen Zikun's fighting spirit was awakened, and he rushed forward with a roar.
The two of them fought with fists and kicks, and the bandits who were watching the excitement shouted "Hello" from time to time.
The silent forest was disturbed, and countless birds flew out of the sky.
Suddenly, the two people who were fighting stopped, and the bandits looked at it.
Chen Zikun was seen holding a box gun and aiming it at the chest of the leader of the village.
The bandit leader was stunned because the gun belonged to him.
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Without even realizing it, he was touched by the opponent during the fight, which showed that his skill was still superior.
Now, as long as he hooked his hand, his life would be sealed.
Everyone around him fell silent.
The bandits stared at Chen Zikun with eager eyes, and no one dared to speak.
Chen Zikun suddenly smiled: "Master of the Dazhai, I just want to show off my marksmanship, don't you mind."
After saying this, without waiting for the bandit leader's consent, he raised his hand and fired towards the sky without even taking aim or looking.
One shot.
As soon as the gunfire rang out, the bandits raised their guns one after another, but the bandit leader raised his hands and shouted: "Stop" A second later, two dead birds fell from the sky.
Killing two birds with one stone was an incredible marksmanship.
The box gun spun several times in Chen Zikun's hand, and the handle of the gun was passed toward the bandit leader: "The boss, you've made a fool of yourself."
The bandit leader stared at him with two bull eyes for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter, took the gun and said with a smile: "My friend is so handsome, he is so good at setting up the wine, let's take a seat."
Chen Zikun finally breathed a sigh of relief and passed the test.
Under the grass hut in the mountains, the bandits set up a banquet.
On the crude table, there was a jar of wine, a few teacups, a plate of pork head meat, and a plate of steamed buns.
It was extremely simple.
Chen Zikun glanced at it, flipped the lid of the teacup over and stuck it on the cup, then picked up the chopsticks and placed them across the wine glass.
He cupped his hands and said, "Three old men and four young men, hard work, hard work."
The old bandit who had been standing behind the bandit leader had a flash in his eyes.
He stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, but the index finger was bent.
He shook hands with Chen Zikun and asked, "May I ask this boss what his name is?"
Chen Zikun said: "To avoid being expensive, my surname is Chen at home and Pan when I go out."
The old bandit became even more polite: "May I ask if the boss is at home?"
Chen Zikun said: "It's easy to say, thanks to the inspiration of the ancestor."
The old bandit said: "Who is your master?"
Chen Zikun said: "At home, a son does not dare to speak to his father, and a disciple does not dare to speak to his teacher.
The family's teacher's surname is Li, and he is thick at the top and Xi at the bottom."
The old bandit took a breath of cold air, clasped his fists and said, "It turns out it's my uncle from the Tongzi generation.
He's neglected, he's neglected."
Chen Zikun smiled and said: "Easy to say, easy to say, they are all from my own family."
The conversation just now was an incision in the seabed of the Qinggang.
The Zaozhuang area is close to the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, and the canal has always been the territory of the Qinggang, so it is not surprising to meet Qinggang disciples here.
However, the bandit leader was a little confused.
He scratched his shaved bald head and asked, "Uncle, what did you say?"
The old bandit said: "Red flowers, green vegetables and white lotus roots.
This boss is from the Qinggang.
In terms of seniority, I have to call him Junior Uncle.
His old man is Li Zhengwu, the commander-in-chief of the Liberation Army.
Mr.
Sun Wen is an equal figure.”
The bandit leader was in awe, introduced himself to Chen Zikun, cupped his fists, and said, "My name is Sun Meiyao, the leader of Baodu Gu."
Chen Zikun also cupped his fists and saluted: "I'm Chen Zikun."
"Brother Chen, where did you learn your kung fu?
Can you teach me two moves?"
Sun Meiyao actually mentioned this topic first.
Chen Zikun said: "I studied under Huo Yuanjia of the Jingwu Association.
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Mizong Quan has no rule of passing it on to others but not to others.
Since the master wants to learn it, I will show my shame."
After saying that, he twisted his body and left the stage again, and performed a set of Mizong Quan.
Just now, he was fighting to the death.
Although it was exciting, it was not aesthetically pleasing.
Now he is performing deliberately, and his movements are natural and flowing, continuous, and he is practicing vigorously.
Everywhere, I saw people everywhere, their clothes were fluttering, and the sound of wind was heard all the time, which made all the bandits' eyes widen.
After practicing a set of Mizong Quan, Chen Zikun stopped his moves, just like wild birds returning to their nests in the mountains.
Sun Meiyao clapped and said: "Okay" The bandits also cheered loudly.
"It's funny."
Chen Zikun sat down again, and Sun Meiyao raised a big bowl and toasted: "Boss Chen, do it."
"Do it."
Chen Zikun picked up the bowl and drank it with a bang, revealing the bottom of the bowl.
"Refreshing."
Sun Meiyao rolled up her sleeves and poured two more bowls of wine.
After three bowls of wine in a row, Chen Zikun felt that something was wrong.
This wine was made by the people in the mountains themselves.
It was extremely strong.
In addition, when the mountain wind blew, the top of the wine was blowing.
"I admire the boss for his great fists and kicks, his marksmanship, and his ability to drink."
Sun Meiyao slapped the table: "Here, invite my sister-in-law
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