Reborn in the 1980s: I made my fortune hunting wild game in Changbai Mountain

Old Ji didn't choose this ambush location randomly; it was located on the edge of the street opposite the mining area's residential compound.

The straight-line distance to the entrance gate of the mining area's family compound is about fifty or sixty meters. If the Qiao family receives the news and rushes over, they will definitely have to pass through this gate entrance.

At that time, Lao Ji can wait for the other party to show up, and then seize the opportunity to shoot and kill him.

Even if the ambush fails, there is still a chance to retreat. You only need to run a few dozen meters to get into other alleys and lanes, so the probability of escaping is quite high.

Having made up his mind, Lao Ji slowly made his way to his chosen position, following the edge of the dim, yellowish-white light from the doorway.

The ground was covered in snow, and Lao Ji lay there, using some snow to lightly bury his lower body for concealment.

At this moment, Lao Ji had unclear soft tissue contusions on his chest and shoulders. He had eaten his last meal at his mistress's house and had been hiding in the shadows all night.

It was already past midnight, and Lao Ji was clearly in very poor condition, but the thought of shooting and killing the enemy who had harmed his wife and children here ignited a fire in his heart that made him fearless.

In this icy and snowy environment, Lao Ji would lie there for more than an hour.

He has gradually adapted to his current state. His toes are numb from the cold, and he has adjusted his breathing to the lowest possible rate, afraid that the warm breath he exhales will be noticed by someone with ulterior motives, causing all his efforts to be in vain.

Around 3 a.m., the Qiao family's Jiefang brand truck roared in from a distance and stopped at the entrance of the residential area.

Upon receiving the news, Qiao Wentao dropped everything he was doing and rushed over immediately.

"Xiao Li, what happened? Xiao Ning said on the phone that your sister-in-law and nephew..." Qiao Wentao met with Li Cunzhi as soon as he got out of the car. You could tell he was very nervous and his face was full of worry.

"Mr. Qiao, please accept our condolences! Our mine protection team brothers did their best!" Li Cunzhi didn't say anything fancy, just said "please accept our condolences" with a cold expression.

"Damn it! Who did this? Where are my wife and kids?" Qiao Wentao panicked the moment he saw this reaction.

"Our mine protection team, following your instructions, split into two three-person teams for normal night patrols. Nothing happened in the first half of the night, but in the second half, we suddenly heard a woman scream outside, and then the lights on the third floor came on! So we took some people to chase after her!"
"It was a man who did it. He climbed in through the window and killed his sister-in-law and child! Then he escaped through the window with a big bundle wrapped around his arm! My teammates and I chased after him and I think we hit him on the shoulder! He climbed over the wall and escaped!" Wang Hongtao, who was next to Li Cunzhi, said very clearly and meticulously.

"One man? Fuck him, are all six of you in the mine protection team with six guns just sitting around doing nothing? You can't even handle this simple task!!"

Qiao Wentao could no longer hold back and became somewhat hysterical, unleashing a torrent of abuse at the mine protection team.

With someone in their family dying, none of the members of the mine protection team felt unlucky; they all kept their heads down and remained silent, letting the other party vent their anger.

On the other side, Lao Ji, who was lying in a snowdrift opposite Mali, hesitated for at least half a minute with his gun at the ready, and forcefully suppressed the urge to fire.

Old Ji knew he had two chances to fire, and with the spare 16-gauge single-barreled shotgun, he could fire three more bullets.

He has a big appetite; he wants to kill another member of the Qiao family. It would be best if Qiao Muzhou showed up and killed him first!

Qiao Wentao cursed wildly, then went upstairs with a flashlight in hand, and no one else followed.

At this moment, Wang Hongtao gave Li Cunzhi a wink, and the two of them, carrying guns, followed him upstairs.

In the living room on the third floor, three corpses, one large and two small, were covered up, and the whole house reeked of a pungent stench of blood.

The moment everyone rushed into the room, a large number of footprints were left on the floor, and the bloodstains splattered everywhere made the whole room look extremely messy and terrifying.

Qiao Wentao entered the house, lifted the clothes and sheets covering his face, and completely broke down after seeing that his beloved son, wife, and niece were dead.

"Who did this? I'll fucking kill them! Who did this?! If I catch you, I'll skin you alive!!!" Qiao Wentao roared in a fit of impotent rage. In the middle of the night, many residents on other floors and in other units heard the noise and turned on their lights.

"Mr. Qiao, please accept my condolences! The dead cannot be brought back to life!!" Wang Hongtao deliberately took a step forward, blocking Qiao Wentao's view of the kitchen.

The box of money was still hidden under the shelf in the kitchen. Only Li Cunzhi and Wang Hongtao knew about it. They came up here to cover for them.

"Xiao Li! After you discovered the situation, did you send someone to call the police?" Qiao Wentao asked, forcibly suppressing the sorrow in his heart after venting for a few minutes.

"Not yet! Since you weren't there, and the situation wasn't clear, we didn't call the police beforehand! Should we send someone to call the police now?" Li Cunzhi asked.

Qiao Wentao shook his head: "No, we can't call the police! You and the brothers in the mine protection team must keep this a secret for me!"

“Okay! So what’s next? The bodies of my sister-in-law and nephew…” Li Cunzhi continued to ask.

"Wrap the body in a blanket and carry it outside to the car with some effort! I'll take it away and bury it myself! There's one more thing: when you came upstairs to the room, did you see the suitcases your sister-in-law packed? I didn't find them inside, so they should be at home!"

Wang Hongtao immediately shook his head: "I didn't see him upstairs! Did that murderer take him away? When we chased him, everyone saw him carrying a huge bundle!"

Li Cunzhi chimed in, "Is the item really that important? I'll contact the men down here and have them search the alleys outside. Maybe we'll find it! The item is heavy; he shouldn't have gone very far!"

Upon hearing that the boxes might have been stolen by the murderer, Qiao Wentao frowned even more deeply. There were two boxes of cash, plus some gold and silver jewelry and valuables, originally planned to be loaded into a car and taken away in the middle of the night.

To smuggle yourself out of the country, you need money, and the border is a place where strength matters.

"Forget it, even if they couldn't have gone far, they must have hidden the things by now! Let's lend a hand and carry your sister-in-law's body downstairs!"

"it is good!"

Several people quickly got to work, wrapping the body in cotton blankets, and then carrying it downstairs to put it in the truck bed.

When Wang Hongtao and Li Cunzhi were carrying Qiao Wentao's wife, they truly experienced what it felt like to be incredibly heavy. The woman, who looked only slightly plump, was surprisingly heavy to carry downstairs.

Hiding in the shadows and watching Qiao Wentao arrange for people to load the three corpses into the car, Lao Ji's brows furrowed even deeper.

Could it be that Qiao Wentao didn't meet up with his father and brother here?
If they can't wait for the two other people to show up, they'll have to choose their shooting opportunity in advance. Otherwise, once Qiao Wentao gets in the car and steps on the gas, Lao Ji's chances of hitting the target will be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the situation is not the worst.

After disposing of the body, Qiao Wentao did not drive away. Instead, he stayed in the duty room by the fire, presumably waiting patiently for someone.

Another half hour later, another Jiefang brand truck with a coal mine unit license plate drove up.

Qiao Wenbin was driving, and Qiao Muzhou finally appeared in the passenger seat.

They waited at the pre-arranged location for the four assassins to finish their work and regroup, but they never saw them.

With the meeting time approaching, I decided to give up waiting for the four people and drove to the entrance of the residential area first.

Qiao Muzhou and Qiao Wenbin were unaware of the news of their daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter's deaths. After getting out of the car, the two of them walked into the house with cigarettes in their mouths.

At that moment, Old Ji, who was hiding in a snowdrift on the other side of the road, seized the opportunity and aimed his sights at Qiao Muzhou's head.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor! You're my elder brother, yet you've harmed my family! You must die today!!" Old Ji seemed possessed as he squeezed out these words from his throat and decisively pulled the trigger.

Snapped!
The sound of a small-caliber rifle is much quieter than that of a 7.62mm medium-powered round. If you don't pay attention, you might even mistake it for a firecracker from dozens of meters away.

The bullet spun as it left the barrel and struck Qiao Muzhou precisely in the back of the head.

Qiao Muzhou was shot and immediately staggered, falling headfirst to the ground.

"Dad! What's wrong?"

Before Qiao Wenbin could react, he instinctively reached out to help. But when his hand touched the old man's fox fur hat, it was covered in a hot, red and white substance, and he immediately dropped it in fright.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lao Ji deftly ejected the spent cartridge and reloaded, pushing the second bullet into the chamber and aiming at Qiao Wenbin, the second son of the Qiao family.

Snapped!
Another shot landed on Qiao Wenbin in the chest, and he clutched his chest as blood spurted from the corner of his mouth.

Just as Lao Ji was reloading and preparing to fire another shot, Qiao Wentao and his mining team rushed out of the house after hearing the gunshot.

"He's across the street! Fuck him! Hit him, if he dies, it's on me!"

Qiao Wentao saw his father and second brother being shot down through the window. He went completely mad, his eyes bloodshot. He grabbed a gun and fired at Lao Ji's position.

Now, Old Ji was in trouble. Six guns were firing at the spot where he was lying prone. The shallow ditch by the roadside was no good cover for his body. Soon, bullets hit his arms, shoulders, and other upper body.

After being shot, Lao Ji lay motionless on the spot. On the other side, the mine protection team emptied their ammunition in a round of indiscriminate firing.

Qiao Wentao, holding the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in one hand, charged over after the ceasefire.

"You son of a bitch, I'll see who dares to mess with you! Today, I'm going to risk everything and skin you alive!"

Qiao Wentao got closer and closer to Lao Ji, and when he got right in front of him, he yanked the dog-skin hat off Lao Ji's head.

After recognizing that the shooter was Old Ji, Qiao Wentao grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up, gritting his teeth as he said, "Ji Hongxiu! You old dog who dares to bite his master!!"

Just a second ago, Old Ji had his eyes closed and was on the verge of death, but suddenly he opened his eyes and grinned at Qiao Wentao.

That eerie smile momentarily stunned Qiao Wentao.

Almost simultaneously, Lao Ji used all his strength to press the No. 16 single-barreled shotgun beside him directly into Qiao Wentao's chest. (End of this chapter)