50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 711 It’s not that simple

Soon, dozens of villagers, carrying torches and various weapons, came looking for the source of the sound.

"Village chief, is that you?"

"Village chief, what's going on? Who is that person?"

When the village chief saw that the villagers had all come over, his expression improved considerably, and he even spoke louder.

“This person is here to see Yanlong. He also wants to slander us, saying that we harmed Yanlong’s family. You should all come and see.”

Sun Zhiwei wasn't worried about these people's threats; he just wanted to find out where his soldiers had gone. If they had been murdered, where were their bodies, and who was the killer?
Ignoring the villagers who had gathered around him, he continued to question the village chief in front of them: "Did I say that you harmed Yanlong's family? Perhaps you're just feeling guilty, village chief?"

"You say they moved out voluntarily? Who would burn down half their house when they move?"

"Who would dig a hole and tear down a wall in the house before leaving? And whose bloodstains are all over the house?"

Upon hearing his words, the village chief couldn't help but ask in a sharp and piercing voice, "You didn't even go inside, how do you know there was blood in the house?"

Sun Zhiwei ignored the village chief's question and instead looked solemnly at all the villagers.

"Yes, the house was emptied out and cleaned. There was hardly any dust on the floor, it was obvious that the floor had been washed with water."

"But you didn't clean thoroughly enough. There are still many dried bloodstains left in the corners of the house and in the gaps between the bricks."

"You've spent your whole lives in the village, so you probably don't know how advanced technology is outside these days."

"Even if the ground has been washed, as long as a special solution is applied, it can show the traces of blood that the ground was soaked in before it was washed."

"As long as there is a little bit of blood, we can find out whose blood it is. We can find out every time. Your clumsy hiding tricks can't hide anything at all."

Sun Zhiwei spoke as everyone else spoke, and the other villagers who had gathered around heard his words. Many of them looked on with panic.

Several hot-tempered young men couldn't contain themselves any longer and shouted, "Village chief, if he doesn't die today, we'll all die! Let's take him down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone pointed their weapons at Sun Zhiwei, and more than a dozen young men led the charge towards him.

The weapons they carried were a mixed bag, the best being a Type 54 assault rifle, the lesser ones being Type 38 rifles, and even Hanyang rifles and old-fashioned rifles. Each person also had a machete.

That damn 1980s, there were just too many guns in civilian hands.

Actually, it's not far-fetched at all. Paqian Old Village is a border village, and even though it's located in the mountains, it still faces threats from outside the border.

Especially given its location, not far to the south lies the infamous Golden Triangle, where battles frequently took place decades ago, and the local people are known for their fierce nature.

The presence of these guns in the village shows that the villagers had weapons for self-defense many years ago.

The old sleeve in that villager's hand was a weapon that would have looked outdated even before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Seeing them rushing towards him, Sun Zhiwei immediately changed his position to block the villagers' firing route, and at the same time, he rushed forward himself.

Strength is the source of all force. With such great strength, Sun Zhiwei was naturally very fast. In less than half a second, he rushed into the crowd of young people.

The villagers were too afraid to fire their guns, and the guns in their hands became mere sticks for burning.

Illuminated by torches and flashlights, Sun Zhiwei's figure appeared like a ghost, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west. Each time his figure flickered, several people fell to the ground with cries of agony.

In less than two minutes, all the villagers present were disarmed and knocked to the ground by Sun Zhiwei, leaving only the old village chief standing alone in the midst of the wailing crowd, trembling with fear.

Sun Zhiwei stood among them with a serious expression and said, "You may not know who I am, but the village chief should know that Yanlong works for our company, and our company is a foreign-invested enterprise."

“When it comes to foreign companies, the town, county, and even city will take it very seriously. Do you think it’s over just because I disappeared?”

"No, things will only get worse. More people will be sent over from above, and they won't let this go until they get to the bottom of it."

"Tell me, who killed Yanlong's family, and where are their bodies hidden?"

“I don’t believe your whole village was involved. There must be someone who was the mastermind. We will only arrest the mastermind and not question the accomplices.”

“You may have taken money and things from the Yanlong family, but we don’t care about those. I just want the truth.”

Sun Zhiwei was talking to the fallen villager when suddenly, the village chief roared hysterically:

"Don't believe him, don't believe what he says, if you tell, we'll all die! Shoot! Shoot!"

As the village chief roared, Sun Zhiwei suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. His sense of danger made him quickly duck and dart to the side.

Almost at the same moment he dodged, several gunshots rang out in the distance, and several bullets hit the spot where Sun Zhiwei had just been standing.

Having dodged the bullets, Sun Zhiwei rushed into the nearby woods without stopping, quickly heading towards the direction of the gunshot.

A few hundred meters away, on another small hill, lay three armed men. They were wearing camouflage uniforms and strange military caps, and had two rifles and a submachine gun in their hands.

They were the ones who fired the shot just now, and seeing that they missed the target, they are frantically searching for Sun Zhiwei.

After rushing into the woods, Sun Zhiwei quickly descended the mountain and approached the hilltop where they were.

Soon, the three people on the hilltop came into his field of vision.

Upon seeing the other party's strange military uniforms and hearing their unfamiliar language, Sun Zhiwei immediately determined that they were all foreigners.

What foreigners could possibly come from this remote, impoverished area, especially one dressed in military uniform and carrying weapons? They must be the drug lord's troops from across the river.

It seems this matter is not so simple; it's not just a simple case of murder and robbery motivated by greed.

The distance is a bit far now, and although Sun Zhiwei's marksmanship is good, he is not certain of hitting the target.

Anyway, the village chief definitely knew the truth, so he simply used his spatial ability to take away the three people, and then released them one by one from his side, shooting each one as he released them.

Having dealt with three enemies, he carefully used his spatial abilities to survey the surrounding hills once more.

When he saw the hilltop covered with red wildflowers, he suddenly understood everything.

At this moment, the elderly, women, and children in the village carefully came out of their homes and were carrying the beaten men back home.

When Sun Zhiwei dragged the three corpses back to the village with a gloomy expression, none of the villagers he encountered along the way dared to meet his gaze.

(End of this chapter)