Chapter 214: Resistance
Chapter 214: Resistance
Cai Family Village.
Guan Xiaohui was in charge of welcoming guests from the city, and as she watched the firearms being unloaded from the truck, she exclaimed in delight, "Zhen Ping, you've brought so many weapons this time!"
Standing beside her, Zhen Ping replied, "Previously, there was a gang fight in the city, and we also raided a warehouse of the Bloodstain Gang, finding quite a few firearms. We even managed to obtain some from the prairie, which should be able to alleviate your urgent needs."
Guan Xiaohui nodded, but then her expression turned to anger as she said, "I heard from the seniors in the team that Bao Yuan and his group have been using the organization's name to pursue their own selfish interests. Now, they're even colluding with the Bloodstain Gang to invade our village. How could someone do such a despicable thing?"
Zhen Ping said, "Many officials in Yangzhi City are newly appointed and haven't had time to focus on matters outside the city yet. We don't need to fear them."
At that moment, Guan Xiaohui became slightly worried again. "I heard that the Bloodstain Gang has some skilled fighters."
"Don't worry," Zhen Ping assured her, pointing towards the distance. "The organization has sent several seniors with me, and they should be able to help you." She indicated a group of people who were clearly fighters, and they waved in a friendly greeting towards them.
Guan Xiaohui's face lit up. "That's wonderful!"
Having firearms was already a relief, but the presence of fighters made a significant difference. Equipped with protective gear, fighters could quickly advance, making it difficult for gunmen to hit them. Even if they did land a shot, the damage would be minimal. This made them extremely dangerous in close combat, turning it into a slaughter.
Therefore, they also needed a capable team to counter them. However, Zhen Ping knew that this time, the situation was urgent, and the organization was already stretched thin. They didn't have many people to spare, but she herself was a first-class student at Wu Yi Academy and a qualified fighter. In critical moments, she could step in to help.
"Zhen Ping, you'll be graduating next semester, right? What are your plans? Will you follow the team's arrangements?"
Zhen Ping sighed softly. "I might not be able to graduate."
"What happened?"
"Uncle Cai might send me to Central City. The colleagues there are facing a lot of difficulties and need many people to support them, but it's challenging to obtain the necessary identities.
Fortunately, due to the recent purge of the upper echelons in Yangzhi City, the identity checks for those traveling to Central City aren't as strict. So, the team plans to redeploy personnel from Yangzhi. I might be assigned to accompany a senior team member as their apprentice."
Guan Xiaohui felt a twinge of sadness. "Oh, so you'll be going to Central City, Zhen Ping. It'll be difficult to see you again after that."
Zhen Ping smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll ask colleagues to send you letters."
After some conversation, they noticed that all the firearms had been distributed to the villagers. Guan Xiaohui spotted some vague figures in the distance, pointing and gesturing towards them. She immediately exclaimed, "It's Bao Yuan's people!"
Guan Xiaohui gritted her teeth and said, "Last time, Bao Yuan led a group, including Fang, to occupy the village. Later, we found out that he had been taking money from Mo Lan Corporation. Fortunately, Chen Chuan helped us deal with those fugitives, allowing the villagers to get their revenge."
Zhen Ping listened as she mentioned Chen Chuan. "Chen Chuan...
Guan Xiaohui continued, "Lately, I've been hearing Chen Chuan's name on the radio frequently. They say he's standing up against the privileged youth, Zhen Ping. Do you remember telling me that you thought he might become our colleague when he enrolled?"
Zhen Ping shook her head. "I did think about it before, but Chen Chuan has always kept a low profile, rarely interacting with the outside world beyond his training. He's also under the school management's watchful eye. I haven't contacted him since then to avoid suspicion, and the team suspects he might have connections with the government..."
"Oh..." Guan Xiaohui felt a bit disappointed but quickly regained her spirits. "It doesn't matter. As long as we persist, more and more brothers will join us."
Zhen Ping nodded seriously.
At a distance of over three miles, in an abandoned watchtower, Uncle Han stood gazing towards the Cai Family Village. He maintained his city attire, leaning on a walking cane, with his hair neatly combed, showing no signs of hardship.
He had already contacted a high-ranking figure, and in the future, he would continue his illegal drug business. The Bloodstain Gang could also be restored, perhaps under a different gang name.
This time, the Iron Chain Gang had lost some of its influence, as some powerful figures believed that it shouldn't dominate alone and needed a counterbalance. Uncle Han was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate for this role.
However, he had learned from this lesson, realizing that he couldn't focus solely on the city. Establishing strongholds outside was crucial, and the Cai Family Village was an ideal location. Initially, he thought it would be easy to take over, but he hadn't anticipated the villagers having weapons and some combat capabilities. This situation required a different approach.
The village's proximity posed a threat, making it necessary to eliminate them for stable business operations.
Uncle Han had a plan. After taking over the village, he would capture the villagers and perform secret sect rituals to transfer their life force. Finally, he could dismantle and sell the village, compensating for some losses.
This time, he brought along Du Mian, one of the Five Claws, and other skilled members of the Bloodstain Gang. They were more than enough to deal with the villagers.
At that moment, someone ran over and said to him, "Uncle Han, the villagers refuse to accept your conditions."
Uncle Han nodded expressionlessly.
Someone beside him spoke up, "Uncle Han, these villagers don't know what's good for them. You're giving them a chance, but they're hesitating. They deserve to spend their lives here!"
Another person added, "These are just uneducated villagers from the prairie.
"If we can't talk it out, then we fight."
"Fight? Let's do it."
"It depends on Uncle Han. If he says fight, then we fight."
Everyone looked at Uncle Han, waiting for his decision.
Uncle Han slowly spoke, "Du Mian, can you handle it?"
A man in his thirties, with rough skin and stubble around his lips, stepped forward from the crowd. His hoarse voice broke the silence, "Uncle Han, no problem. I've observed them before. There aren't any skilled fighters in the village, not even enough for me to handle single-handedly."
Uncle Han said, "The villagers are not simple. They have connections with that rebellious organization. Be cautious and don't underestimate them."
Du Mian immediately responded, "I'll follow Uncle Han's instructions."
Uncle Han was very satisfied. This Du Mian was much more obedient than Zhuo Bao. Zhuo Bao was fearless in combat, making him exceptionally effective at dirty and tiring tasks, but he was eventually killed by the Patrol Bureau.
"Uncle Han, we've got the goods." Another person hurried over, pointing to the side.
Uncle Han took a glance and saw a box being carried over. This time, with the connection of a high-ranking official, they had obtained quite a few good items, including these smoke grenades.
These items weren't particularly sensitive, but they were incredibly useful. Once thrown, they would surely cause chaos among the villagers, saving some bullets. Although he had brought a lot of money this time, enough to arm everyone, he couldn't use his own money to subsidize the gang, could he?
Uncle Han instructed, "Tell the brothers below to grab their weapons and start when everything is ready."
"Yes!"
The gang members immediately responded and dispersed to prepare. Within just ten minutes, they spread out and slowly moved towards the Cai Family Village.
Du Mian led the way, raising his hand to signal. Several skilled members of the Bloodstain Gang spread out on both sides, planning to rush in from different directions.
The villagers in the Cai Family Village noticed this and became tense. Each of them held their guns, guarding the high points of the houses and the rear.
At this moment, a car from the city approached and reached the vicinity of the Cai Family Village.
In the backseat of the off-road vehicle, Chen Chuan could vaguely make out the outline of the village. He instructed Xiao Wei, the driver, "You can stop the car here."
"Okay."
Xiao Wei skillfully brought the car to a stop.
Chen Chuan opened the car door, stepped out with the Xuejun Blade in hand, and glanced into the distance. He then walked towards the outpost occupied by Uncle Han's group. With so many people gathered, it was hard not to notice them from afar.
This time, Chen Chuan wore the stab-resistant vest from the Bureau of Unified Affairs over his clothes and wrapped a gas mask around his neck. Underneath, he wore the protective gear he had obtained from the warehouse, which felt comparable to Guan Xiaoming's. It had a broader coverage yet felt like only a thin layer, and it didn't hinder his breathing using the inner breathing technique.
"Uncle Han, someone is coming this way."
The person on the watchtower noticed Chen Chuan's figure.
Uncle Han turned to look and initially glanced casually, but he suddenly grabbed the edge of the watchtower and took a closer look. "This outfit..."
Cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead, but he tried to maintain his composure. In as steady a voice as possible, he said, "Tell Du Mian and the others to return first. Ignore the villagers for now."
"Oh... Oh, okay!" The gang members were initially surprised, but seeing Uncle Han's cold gaze, they lowered their heads and quickly relayed the message.
At the Cai Family Village, Du Mian had already charged forward. The villagers couldn't help but start shooting, but it was ineffective. He moved too fast, swaying left and right, and used his hands to shield his head. Even if bullets hit his body, they couldn't penetrate due to the protective gear.
He quickly reached the village entrance. With a single leap, he landed on top of the fence. Supporting himself with one hand, he glided several meters forward, clearing the trench behind the fence. After landing, he rolled and charged towards a terrified villager holding a gun, ready to strike him with a punch.
But something felt wrong. As he rushed forward, a person suddenly appeared from the side. He quickly changed his technique, and their hands and feet clashed. The villager was knocked back by the force of his punch, staggering backward.
Du Mian also stopped in his tracks. At that moment, the basket on the villager's back was suddenly lifted, and a person jumped out, spreading their arms to grab Du Mian's waist and abdomen.
In the instant of contact, the villager's grappling technique was activated, but he immediately felt his own force being countered by another layer of power. Surprised, the villager exclaimed, "Not good, second-level power!"
Before he could react, Du Mian grabbed and lifted him, then kicked him away. The villager tumbled to the ground, his heart sinking. They had planned for one person to engage in combat while the other seized the opportunity to grapple. It was supposed to be a sure way to capture their target when their opponent's power was waning.
But they hadn't expected the opponent to possess second-level power, a rare technique. This meant their plan had failed. If they couldn't quickly resolve this situation, the other areas would likely be compromised, and they would be in deep trouble!
Du Mian coldly laughed and was about to counterattack when a sharp sound came from outside. Without hesitation, he left the two villagers and ran back the way he came. The two villagers were stunned. What was happening?
A member of the resistance organization on the rooftop pointed outside, "Look over there..."
The two villagers quickly climbed onto the roof and saw a young man in a black windbreaker, holding a longsword, slowly approaching from about half a mile away.
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(End of Chapter)
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