Counterattack 1988

Chapter 1165 Vicious Fight!

Wang Lin told Uncle Zhong: "Take Meng Qingfeng into the car, let's go!"

Uncle Zhong said, "Mr. Wang, let's wait until later. Let's fight for a while."

Wang Lin guessed that the people who came were Tian Xiaoqing and the others, so he wanted to go down the mountain to join them as soon as possible.

Uncle Zhong knew that there must be a vicious fight down there, so he didn't want Wang Lin to take risks.

While speaking, the gunfire below became more and more intense.

Wang Lin was shocked and said, "The thieves also have guns?"

Gao Qiang said, "Mr. Wang, there are many folks who hide guns."

Wang Lin groaned, thinking of the era he was alone in, it was the early 90s. In this era, it was really normal for civilians to have guns.

When it comes to guns, the first thing we think of is the country of the United States, which has "pure folk customs" and "abundant martial arts".In fact, before 2000, there were a large number of guns among the people in our country, which even threatened social security at one time.

Where did these guns come from?

The gathering of endogenous and exogenous sources has led to the proliferation of private guns.

In the 20s, the extent of the proliferation of civilian guns in our country was far less serious than that of the United States on the other side of the ocean.However, in view of our country's vast territory and dense population, there are still a lot of firearms hidden in our country's folks in absolute numbers.

The reasons for this situation include not only historical legacy and practical needs, but also various factors such as domestic production and foreign smuggling.

Many of the guns hidden in our country are left over from before liberation.

my country's military industry had already appeared during the Westernization Movement in the late Qing Dynasty, and it had begun to take shape in the early years of the Republic of China.There are Liaoshen factory in the north, Hanyang factory in the south, and several large military enterprises in the middle, such as the Henan province factory.

Although domestic arsenals are not technically capable of producing aircraft and tanks on a large scale, it is still possible to manufacture rifles and bullets.

For example, the famous "Made in Hanyang" rifle was mass-produced as early as 1904.As of before the Anti-Japanese War, its output has reached 3500 per month.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, both the Beiyang government and the Republic of China government supported individual ownership of firearms, and there were already a large number of firearms in the country.

After that, the land of China went through warlord melee, the Northern Expedition, the War of Resistance Against Japan, and the War of Liberation. There were military factories all over the country producing firearms.

Before the founding of the country, there were a considerable number of militia organizations in all parts of our country, and militia members also had many hot weapons in their hands.Based on the above reasons, many guns and ammunition are scattered all over the country.

In fact, it is because of the needs of the actual situation.

The actual needs referred to here include not only the objective defense needs of some special groups of people, but also the sinister living environment of our country when it was first established.

People living in special areas of our country need to have guns to protect themselves.

my country has a vast territory, but the population distribution is extremely uneven, showing the characteristics of less densely populated areas in the eastern and central areas, and more sparsely populated areas in the western areas.

To the east of the "Hu Huanyong Line" is the central and eastern regions of my country, which account for 43% of the country's geographical area, but 94% of the country's population.

To the west of the "Hu Huanyong Line" are mostly forests, grasslands and desert areas.On this territory which accounts for 57% of our country, 6% of the country's population is scattered.

The people living there have to deal with relatively dangerous living conditions and beware of wild beast attacks.

According to statistics, herdsmen in frontier areas lose 5 head of livestock and suffer tens of millions of property losses every year because of wolves' attacks.In some places, wolves have even attacked human settlements.

Our country's herdsmen, residents of forest areas, and ethnic minorities living in the southwest mountainous areas, such as the Basha Miao Village, are generally allowed to hold guns.

At the beginning of the founding of the country, our country's policy was to station troops among the people and deploy troops to farmers.

"One billion people, one billion soldiers, ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, ten thousand miles of battalion." Such a slogan is to dig deep holes there, accumulate food widely, and prepare for war and famine for the people!Born in the bloody era.

There are also various earthen guns, earthen artillery, and guns assembled privately.

In addition, smuggling was particularly rampant in this era. In the 90s, hundreds of smuggled guns were seized every year in anti-smuggling operations.

It is not surprising that Meng Qingfeng, the number one thief in Guanzhong, has some guns.

Wang Lin was secretly glad that he had caught Meng Qingfeng, the leader, from the very beginning.

The thieves were afraid, so there were no spearmen facing each other.

Uncle Zhong said: "Mr. Wang, there is a fight down here. For the sake of safety, we'd better not go down the mountain. Anyway, if the police come, we'll be fine."

Wang Lin also knew the danger, so he hummed and said, "Then wait."

Many Cai and Uncle Zhong escorted Meng Qingfeng into an off-road vehicle.

Meng Qingfeng's throat was finally not locked anymore, he retched a few times while rubbing his throat, and slowly recovered his breath.

Duocai found a rope and tied Meng Qingfeng's hands and feet.

This guy Meng Qingfeng is not a kind person, if he is not tied up, I'm afraid he will play tricks.

Gao Qiang brought a telescope and handed it to Wang Lin: "Mr. Wang, take a look!"

Wang Lin took it over and took a look, good guy, this binoculars are actually military night vision binoculars.

He couldn't help but take a deep look at Gao Qiang.

Gao Qiang just smiled and nodded.

Wang Lin set up his binoculars and looked down.

It's a pity that the woods are too dense to see anything clearly.

Wang Lin kept looking for directions to check.

With the help of night vision devices, Wang Lin could vaguely see a large number of vehicles coming down the mountain, and they all stopped.

The way down the mountain has been blocked.

Both the thieves and the businessmen abandoned their cars and fled.

For a time, the mountains and plains were full of people.

Wang Lin eagerly changed his viewing angle, but he still couldn't see Tian Xiaoqing.

Uncle Zhong came over and said, "Mr. Wang, they sank too hastily, and the grave over there has not been backfilled."

Wang Lin said absent-mindedly, "Yes, I got it!"

Uncle Zhong said: "Mr. Wang, if we go down to the tomb passage now and bring up some things, wouldn't anyone be aware of it?"

Wang Lin was stunned, put down the binoculars, frowned and said, "We can't do this kind of thing. After the police come to take over, they will ask the cultural relics department to clean it up."

Uncle Zhong said: "Mr. Wang—"

Wang Lin waved his hand: "Needless to say, all of you be more honest and don't sneak down the grave path!"

"Yes, Mr. Wang." Uncle Zhong agreed with a helpless nod, his gaze was looking at the grave pit, with a sense of reluctance.

Uncle Zhong and the others saw the auction just now.

Any antique can be sold for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

They are the bodyguards that the king wants, although their salaries are considered high, but who can refuse the hundreds of thousands of windfalls they can get at their fingertips?

Wang Lin knew that human nature could not stand the test, so he said, "We can go down the mountain now!"

Just as they turned to leave, a voice suddenly came from under the tomb passage.

It's the sound of someone farting!
"Who?" Uncle Zhong snorted, raising the knife in his hand.

Gao Qiang just bent down and picked up two big rocks in his hands, looking at the tunnel with vigilance.

"Don't, don't do it!" A gray-faced thin man crawled out of the grave, "It's me, I'm not a bad person."

Gao Qiang sneered and said, "You've become a tomb robber, aren't you a bad person?"

The thin man said: "I just helped them dig, I don't know what they are digging!"

Gao Qiang said, "You're lying to a ghost! Why did you stay inside?"

"When you were fighting just now, I sneaked in. I was afraid, so I hid."

"You still want to lie to us? When we are so easy to deceive? What did you find in it? Hand it over!" Gao Qiang said in a deep voice.

The thin man smiled wryly, "I'll pay, I'll pay. If I hand it over, you have to let me go."

Gao Qiang took two steps forward and searched him.

Good guy, he has good things hidden in his clothes, in his trousers, and under his shoes.

What the thin man touched were small things, but they were very valuable, like gold and silver utensils, jade wares, etc., there were more than a dozen of them.

Gao Qiang searched them out, put them in a bag, and handed everything over to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin glanced at it, and was about to speak, when he heard Uncle Zhong cough lightly, he swallowed the words again.

Uncle Zhong said to the thin man in a deep voice, "Are you still going?"

The thin man ran down the mountain in a hurry.

Uncle Zhong said to Wang Lin: "Mr. Wang, if God doesn't take it, you will be blamed instead."

Wang Lin looked at the bag in his hand, put it on his car, and said, "I'll deal with it later."

The gunfire below the mountain gradually became sparse, and finally stopped.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, Wang Lin led his men down the mountain.

When the car was halfway through, it was stopped by someone.

"Comrade, don't shoot," Uncle Zhong said, "We are our own people!"

"Who is your own person?" The person blocking the way shouted in a deep voice, "It's close! Everyone get out of the car! Put your head in your hands, don't try to play tricks!"

"Comrade, we—"

"Get out of the car!" The other party slammed the door of the car with the butt of his gun without any explanation.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man came over and asked, "What's going on?"

"Report, two suspicious vehicles were found, and they also came down from the mountain."

"Put them up! Take them all away!" The middle-aged man was obviously in charge, with a majestic and inviolable expression on his face, he turned around and was about to leave after speaking.

"Hey, Comrade," Uncle Zhong shouted, "Don't go, you are the leader, right?"

"What?" The middle-aged man looked at Uncle Zhong with sharp eyes, "What's the matter, let's talk about it later! Our policy is to be frank and lenient!"

"Hehe! I know." Uncle Zhong smiled, "I misunderstood, we are really good people!"

"Who would admit that he is a bad person?" The middle-aged man sneered, "I have seen many people like you!"

Uncle Zhong had no choice but to say: "Comrade, the person sitting in my car is Mr. Wang! Mr. Wang, you always know, right? Has your leader told you? When you see our Mr. Wang, you must be respectful and polite?"

"What is Mr. Wang's fart? I've never heard of it!" The middle-aged man impatiently waved his big hand, "Oh, I know, Mr. Wang, right?"

Uncle Zhong thought that the other party had remembered, so he smiled and said, "Yes."

The middle-aged man said: "Bringing Zongzi, you must have come to buy antiques, right? Whether your crime is serious or not depends on what you have done before. As for what you have done before, I believe I don't need to say more. My heart is like a mirror."

Uncle Zhong said, "We're not here to buy antiques, we're—"

Wang Lin said in a deep voice, "Uncle Zhong! Get out of the car!"

While talking, Wang Lin got out of the car first, and stood in front of the middle-aged man with his head held high.

The middle-aged man was taken aback when he saw Wang Lin's imposing manner and extraordinary demeanor.

Those who do criminal investigations, most of them have practiced a unique skill of knowing people. They can probably tell whether this person is evil or evil, good or good, just by looking at them.

Uncle Zhong's face was more vicious, so the middle-aged people thought that Uncle Zhong was a bad guy.

But Wang Lin's face is full of compassion, heroic, noble, and handsome!

Whether such a person is loyal or treacherous is more elusive.

But one thing is certain, this young man has a background!

"Hi, I'm Wang Lin. I'm the boss of Aishu Group." Wang Lin said calmly.

When speaking, Wang Lin looked at the other person, neither humble nor overbearing, with a firm gaze and a calm tone.

The middle-aged man was slightly moved: "Aixiu Group? I've heard of it, but I didn't expect that the boss of such a big company would come here to eat noodles?"

Wang Lin: "..."

Uncle Zhong also got out of the car and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Please be respectful to our President Wang! Otherwise, we will tell your leaders that you are the best!"

Wang Lin waved his hand to stop Uncle Zhong from continuing, and asked the middle-aged man, "Comrade, may I ask your name?"

"No comment! If you are sensible, please cooperate with us, and it will be to your advantage! Otherwise, the handcuffs will be pulled out!" The middle-aged man said, "If you can come here for dinner, you should know what you have committed crime!"

Wang Lin is not angry either, those who don't know are not guilty!

He asked lightly: "Is your leader there? I'll talk to him."

"I'm the leader! Just tell me if you have something to say!" The middle-aged man sneered.

Wang Lindao: "Okay then, are you from Shencheng? Or Beijin? Or are you from Chang'an?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin in surprise, "You know a lot of things!"

Wang Lindao: "I know a little bit. From your accent, you should be from Chang'an."

"So what?" The middle-aged man's eyes became sharper, and he felt that he must have encountered a thorn in his head.

Wang Lindao: "Excuse me, among the people in your company, there is a person named Tian Xiaoqing. Do you know where she is?"

"Tian Xiaoqing? I don't know this person! I don't know who you are talking about!" The middle-aged man said, "Do you have an undercover agent in our team?"

Wang Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this was really a chicken-and-duck talk!

Isn't this group of people from Tian Xiaoqing's team?
"Comrade, you misunderstood. Well, you are from Chang'an, so do you know Gao Changmin?"

"Changmin? You know him?"

"I'm his good friend."

"Why don't I know? I don't care who you are, and I don't care what kind of identity you are! Today is in my hands, and it doesn't matter who you name! Go with our people obediently, don't think about it Run away, this mountain is full of our people after all, you can't run away even if you want to!" The middle-aged man said, "That's it! Take them all away!"

When Wang Lin Xiucai met Bing, he couldn't explain why.

At this time, Uncle Zhong came over with a satellite phone and said, "Mr. Wang, there is a signal here! The call can be made!"

Wang Lin picked up the phone as if he had found a treasure, and said, "Meng Qingfeng and his gang are really powerful. They actually have a way to block our signal. It can be used after going down the mountain!"

He said to the middle-aged man: "Wait a minute, I'll make a call, and you'll know who I am!"

(End of this chapter)