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Chapter 27 A Mountain Pressing Down: Three Hundred Pounds of Justice

"Gun Gun, they have guns..." Lin Wan lowered her voice, speaking very quickly, with undisguised anxiety, "We only have one baton, and reinforcements haven't arrived yet, so don't act rashly."

Li Tuantuan squatted down beside her, his small eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, gleaming faintly in the darkness. He felt Lin Wan tremble, the instinctive fear humans feel when facing the threat of death. He extended his thick, bear-like paw and patted Lin Wan's shoulder lightly twice.

This action startled Lin Wan. Then, Li Tuantuan stretched out a paw and made a "shh" gesture in front of her wet nose.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: "Don't worry, these amateurs think they can take my bear paw? Don't they know whose territory this forest is? You stay here, and unless I give in, even the King of Hell won't be able to take you away today."

Li Tuantuan turned around, got down on all fours, and silently moved towards the cave entrance. His black and white fur formed a natural camouflage pattern in the dappled light and shadow left by the moonlight filtering through the leaves. He lowered his center of gravity, pressing his 300-pound body close to the ground, moving as lightly as a cloud of fog rolling through the forest.

"Split up and search! That woman can't have gone far; she must be near this rockery!"

Tiger's hoarse, menacing voice came from not far away. Immediately afterwards, beams of several flashlights tore through the darkness of the forest like sharp swords, their light shimmering wildly on the tree trunks and rocks.

Li Tuantuan climbed a camphor tree that was so thick it would take three people to hug it. He used the broad trunk to conceal himself and looked down at the movements below.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: "Seven. They have hunting rifles and homemade revolvers. A head-on confrontation is impossible, never in this lifetime. The essence of the sixth brother lies in letting the enemy destroy themselves in fear."

The henchman on the far left, nicknamed Skinny Monkey, was carrying a double-barreled shotgun. He unsteadily pushed aside the bushes in front of him. A breeze blew by, rustling the leaves. Skinny Monkey shuddered in surprise, instinctively aiming the gun at an open space.

"Who? Who's there?" the skinny monkey whispered, his finger gripping the edge of the trigger tightly.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: "You're the one, the one with the worst mental fortitude."

Li Tuantuan moved along the horizontal branch to directly above the skinny monkey's head. Instead of jumping down, he broke off a small, dry twig and gently flicked it in the opposite direction behind the skinny monkey.

"Clatter".

The faint cracking sound was particularly jarring in the silent forest. The skinny monkey whirled around like a startled rabbit, his back exposed directly beneath Li Tuantuan.

In that instant, Li Tuantuan swooped down from the three-meter-high tree branch. Instead of using a deadly claw strike, he spread his arms wide, descending from the sky like a giant black and white carpet, precisely covering the skinny monkey's mouth and nose, while his other paw swiftly slashed at the back of his neck.

The skinny monkey didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back, and he slumped down limply.

Li Tuantuan caught him steadily, preventing him from hitting the ground with a thud. He skillfully removed the hunting rifle from the other man's hand, stuffed it into the dense grass nearby, and then dragged the unconscious, skinny monkey into the shadows of a tree hollow.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: "First of all. This kind of physical work is really tiring. When I get back, I have to ask Lin Wan to apply for double the special supply of basin milk for me, and it has to be the kind with honey added."

Fear began to spread like a plague among the remaining thugs.

"Skinny Monkey? Skinny Monkey, where are you?"

"Ergou, go check the left side. Why isn't that kid making a move?"

Tiger sensed something was wrong. He stopped, held his five-shot shotgun horizontally in front of his chest, and looked suspicious.

"Brother Tiger, this forest is really eerie." Er Gou walked over trembling, his voice trembling with tears. "I just saw Skinny Monkey's flashlight on, and in the blink of an eye, the light went out."

"Shut up! Where did this ghost come from! Gather yourselves!" Tiger shouted, cursing, but fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Li Tuantuan had already maneuvered to the flank and rear of the group. He noticed that although the group was clustered together, their extreme tension created significant blind spots in their defenses.

He set his sights on the guy called Lao Si. Lao Si was currently experiencing bladder incontinence due to extreme nervousness. He walked tremblingly to a crooked tree and hurriedly unbuckled his belt.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: "Bro, you still have the mind to drain water at a time like this? Then I'll lend you a hand."

The fourth brother was staring intently at the grass on the ground when he suddenly felt a warm, damp breath on his neck. He instinctively looked up and, in the faint moonlight filtering through the trees, saw a huge, dark figure lying on a tree trunk. The black and white face was facing him, and the sunglasses had slipped down to the tip of the nose, revealing a pair of small eyes that gleamed with an eerie green light.

"A ghost...a ghost!!!"

The fourth brother's screams were heart-wrenching.

Before he could shout a second time, Li Tuantuan released her grip on the tree trunk with her hind legs, and her 300-pound body pressed down on Lao Si's back like a heavy sandbag.

"Bang!"

A dull thud. The fourth brother was so hard that he almost sank into the mud, his brain went blank for a moment, and he fainted.

"Over there! Fire!"

Upon hearing the screams, Tiger pulled the trigger without hesitation, aiming at Fourth Brother.

"Boom! Boom!"

Gunfire streaked across the darkness with blinding orange light, bullets striking tree trunks and sending up a cloud of sawdust.

But the moment Li Tuantuan landed, he had already tumbled into the pile of rocks beside him. His movements were astonishingly fast, completely lacking the slow and clumsy feel of a panda.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: "Tiger, did your PE teacher teach you marksmanship? You're even shooting your own people?"

The gunshots echoed far and wide in the quiet park, and the sirens of nearby police cars grew noticeably more urgent. Tiger realized that time was running out, and he became even more hysterical.

"Come out! You beast, come out here!" He fired wildly at the surrounding bushes, but soon ran out of bullets.

At this moment, only one terrified henchman remained by his side. Watching his companions disappear one by one, the henchman could no longer bear the invisible pressure, threw down his gun, and turned to run towards the park exit.

"Don't run! Come back!" Tiger roared angrily.

Before he could finish shouting, a black afterimage suddenly appeared from behind the artificial rockery on the side.

This time, Li Tuantuan didn't choose to lie in wait. Realizing that the enemy was out of bullets, he immediately activated "tank mode." He exerted force with all four limbs, like a black and white cannonball fired from a gun, crashing into Tiger Brother with tremendous kinetic energy.

This is a simple, brutal, and savage collision.

Tiger felt a blur before his eyes, and an irresistible force struck him squarely in the chest. He was thrown into the air, flying more than two meters before crashing heavily onto the grass next to a landscape stone.

The shotgun flew out of his hand. Tiger was thrown around, dizzy and disoriented. He struggled to reach for the dagger at his waist, but found his body limp like a lump of mud, unable to even lift a finger.

A heavy, furry bear paw stepped on his chest.

Li Tuantuan looked down at him, slowly pushing up the crooked sunglasses on his nose with his other paw. He stretched out his paw and poked Tiger's dusty face, making a mocking "hmm" sound.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: "That's it? It's not even as strong as that stray dog ​​outside our police station. I've had to do a lot of exercise to catch you guys, this should be counted in my benefits."

The red and blue lights in the woods grew brighter and brighter as a large number of fully armed special police officers, led by Director Wang Zhenhua, rushed into the forest.

"Don't move! Police!"

When the SWAT officers pushed aside the bushes and saw the scene before them, everyone seemed to be put on pause.

The seven armed robbers lay sprawled in the woods, some hanging from tree branches, others lying face down in the mud, all in a deep coma.

At the entrance of the artificial cave, the panda "Gungung," which is adored by the entire internet, was swaggering along, dragging Tiger Brother by the back of his collar, as if it were dragging a bag of garbage towards Lin Wan.

"Get out!"