Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Yang Wangcai's eyes were bloodshot.

Everywhere he went, everyone he encountered, though seemingly respectful, he could sense the laughter in their hearts, filling Yang Wangcai with nameless fire.

But he couldn't vent it. During lunch, Yang Zhaoxiang had already been advising him.

"Now, everyone in the factory is comparing you to Qin Yang, saying you're a fox exploiting the tiger's might, relying on my status and position. You must not get agitated. If you do anything rash, it'll play right into their hands. I might have to handle it impartially, even fire you."

Now, those words still echoed in Yang Wangcai's mind. He had to suppress his inner anger and smile at the person who had ruined his and his father's reputation.

"Qin Yang, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just testing the gun. This air rifle is newly developed, and there might be many imperfections. We need to test it to expose them. Everyone, please stand back to avoid accidental injury."

"Accidental injury?" Yang Wangcai sneered, "Although our security department's guns have been taken back, we still organize target practice every month. Why would we be afraid of being accidentally injured by a gun? Don't you all agree?"

The others wore awkward smiles.

When gods fight, the little devils suffer. Yang Wangcai's father was the deputy director, and Qin Yang's father was the head of the technology department. They couldn't afford to offend either of them. But they had no choice. It was Mu Guijin who arranged this, and they could only follow Yang Wangcai.

In the 1960s and 70s, the security department was the most glorious. They not only had standard rifles, but some large factories' security departments even had cannons. But after entering the 1980s, society became chaotic, and gun control became stricter. Many less important factory security departments had their guns confiscated.

The 960 Factory, located deep in the mountains, had always had good public order. After all, it didn't have contact with the outside world, and only the people inside the factory occasionally had some conflicts. So the guns were taken back. Except for the head of the department, Mu Guijin, who still had one, the others usually carried rubber batons or something. Yang Wangcai used to be a factory bully and liked to play with engineer shovels. Even though the security department didn't have guns, he always carried an engineer shovel.

Of course, Yang Wangcai wasn't afraid of accidental injury. If Qin Yang dared to point a gun at him, he would pull out the engineer shovel and smack it on the back of Qin Yang's head again.

Besides, the air rifle was currently in Zhao Zhigang's hands.

At this moment, Zhao Zhigang was still fiddling with the gun.

It was his first time playing with this kind of air rifle with a pressure lever. His right hand gripped the handle, and his left hand went to press the pressure lever. Sure enough, it was a similar operation to the previous break-barrel guns.

"Here, give you a bullet." Qin Yang handed over a lead pellet.

"What do I do next?" Zhao Zhigang asked, putting the bullet into the chamber, "What about this pressure lever?"

The previous break-barrel air rifles would have the barrel folded back after loading. What about this one?

"Next, say hello to Wangcai. You guys spend more time together than the three of us combined, right? How can you pretend not to know him?"

Zhao Zhigang's heart suddenly panicked. He turned to look at Yang Wangcai, and at the same time, the air rifle in his hand pointed at Yang Wangcai.

At this time, the air rifle had just been loaded, and the pressure lever had not yet returned to its position, as if it were just a gun rack.

Now, Yang Wangcai was also shocked: "What are you doing? Don't point the muzzle at me!"

The things this morning were strange. Those things were put in after Zhao Zhigang called Yang Zhaoxiang away. So, if Zhao Zhigang and the two people in front of him were in cahoots, then many things could be explained.

If Mu Guijin hadn't patted his chest to guarantee it, Yang Zhaoxiang would have really given Zhao Zhigang a cut of the profits.

But Yang Wangcai's exclamation frightened Zhao Zhigang, and Zhao Zhigang quickly turned the muzzle downward, while his fingers were slightly bent due to nervousness.

"Oh, damn..." Yang Wangcai exclaimed, clutching between his legs, blood seeping from between his fingers. He cursed, "Zhao Zhigang, you really are in cahoots with them, ah..."

It was just a coincidence! If Zhao Zhigang's barrel was slightly lower, he wouldn't have hit Yang Wangcai! At this time, Zhao Zhigang was completely dumbfounded. He didn't understand what was going on. The air rifle hadn't even finished loading, so how could it have shot the lead pellet out? This is unscientific!

"Gangzi, even if you want to vent your anger, what happened this morning was enough. Why use an air rifle to shoot Yang Wangcai?" Qin Yang's voice came.

"No, I didn't, I didn't." Zhao Zhigang was completely dumbfounded. His voice was low, almost inaudible. At this time, Yang Wangcai's voice was heart-wrenching, echoing throughout the shooting range.

"It hurts, it hurts, hurry, hurry and take me to the hospital!"

When the lead pellet first entered between his legs, it was numb, but when that energy passed, it became painful, and very, very painful!

Yang Wangcai's body went from squatting, to curling up, and then to rolling directly on the ground.

At this time, the others around realized what had happened and quickly went to lift Yang Wangcai.

"Arrest them for me, arrest them!" Although he was in so much pain that he was about to faint, he still didn't forget the culprits.

Wang Guoging didn't get the important task of carrying Yang Wangcai, so he could only clean up the mess with his other two companions. He looked at Qin Yang and the others: "Everyone, do you want to go to the security department?"

"Of course not, we didn't do anything." Qin Yang said, "Don't involve us. Chaozi, take the prey and let's go! That air rifle is currently a murder weapon, we'll leave it to you!"

Wang Guoging didn't dare to be tough. He had witnessed the whole process just now. Qin Yang could really clear himself of the relationship. The gun was in Zhao Zhigang's hand, and the bullet was also loaded by Zhao Zhigang. Qin Yang had even reminded them at the beginning, telling the security department people not to come over to prevent accidents...

"Zhao Zhigang, come with us!"

With a crash, the air rifle fell to the ground, and Zhao Zhigang knelt down with a thud: "Big brothers, you know me, I would never use an air rifle to shoot Yang Wangcai, we are in the same group..."

"Zhao Zhigang, save what you have to say for our Section Chief Mu, come with us now!" Wang Guoging said.

The three of them would have a hard time dealing with Qin Yang and his two companions, but if they only dealt with Zhao Zhigang, there would be no problem. Besides, Zhao Zhigang was Mu Guijin's nephew, so there was still a chance for things to turn around.

Zhao Zhigang had a sad face, knowing that there was no other way, he could only follow Wang Guoging and the others.

Zhang Chao was very happy.

"Yangzi, what was that about? How did the gun go off?"

"Of course, it's because there's no safety."

"Looking at Yang Wangcai's appearance, it seems like he's seriously injured."

"Yeah, looking at the part that was hit, it looks like his family jewels. Our air rifle is really for shooting birds."