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It was an abandoned brick kiln factory, long since fallen into disrepair. Most of the buildings had collapsed, leaving only a few crumbling kiln openings and a solitary chimney standing. Scattered around the brick kiln were broken bricks and tiles, while weeds grew wildly through the cracks in the bricks. This place had once been the largest brick kiln factory in southern Guiyang City during the late Qing Dynasty, but it had ceased operations due to war and now lay in ruins.
At that moment, Shen Tong suddenly stopped and raised his hand to signal everyone to halt. "There's strong Gu Qi ahead!" he warned. The group quickly ducked behind a fallen low wall to observe.
In the open area, seven or eight military green Military Dodge Trucks were parked, their cargo beds tightly covered with oilcloth. Several robust men dressed in gray short shirts and coarse cloth belts were busy loading tightly wrapped wooden crates onto the trucks. Long Tianming stood next to the front truck, dressed in a white linen suit. Two unfamiliar men flanked him, one stout and one thin, both wearing dark suits as they chatted amiably.
Peng Zai assessed the situation quietly and whispered, "There are about fifteen or sixteen thugs, four or five of whom are carrying handguns. We six wouldn't stand a chance in a direct fight."
Lin Mingchang's eyes sharpened. "I have a plan. Let's use their own tactics against them; we'll feign an attack in the east to strike in the west." He quickly devised a simple yet effective strategy: "Zigui and Peng Zai will sneak around to the back of the trucks and create chaos by setting fire to some hay; Shen Tong, this officer, and I will guard three paths to intercept anyone trying to escape; Xiaoshuang..." He pulled a folding knife from his boot and handed it to Ruan Xiaoshuang. "You don't know martial arts, so be especially careful. Hide first, then look for an opportunity to slash the truck tires—don't be reckless."
Everyone nodded and dispersed to carry out their tasks.
Fang Zigui and Peng Zai successfully crept around to the back of the truck convoy. Peng Zai took out a match and ignited a small pile of hay. The cool September wind in Guiyang fanned the flames, causing the hay to catch fire immediately, sending thick smoke billowing into the sky.
Taking advantage of the rising smoke, Peng Zai suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ambush! There's an ambush! Run!"
The unexpected shout and thick smoke startled Long Tianming's men. Several thugs hurriedly drew their handguns, anxiously scanning their surroundings. Long Tianming was also taken aback by this sudden turn of events and shouted urgently, "Shoot! Shoot quickly!"
The thugs immediately fired at the direction of the smoke—bang bang bang—but there was nothing but an empty stretch of forest beyond it.
Meanwhile, Xiaoshuang had stealthily made her way close to the trucks amidst the chaos. She crouched behind a wheel and began deflating tires one by one with her knife. Peng Zai hid deep within the dense forest and fired a few shots toward the convoy as well, adding to the confusion.
The air was filled with smoke, gunfire, shouts, and curses that echoed throughout the desolate brick kiln site.
The two men in suits were in a state of panic. The heavier one crouched down, covering his head, while the thinner one hid behind the truck, shouting repeatedly, "Who are you! Who are you!"
Long Tianming was seething with anger, the veins on his forehead bulging. "Forget about those distractions! Hurry up and load the truck; we need to leave now!"
At that moment, a series of urgent copper whistles and the roaring sound of motorcycle engines echoed from a distance.
"The police are coming!" someone shouted loudly.
Sure enough, a dozen police officers appeared at the entrance of the path, led by Director Zhou and Zheng Jianfei. Zheng Jianfei rode an old motorcycle, charging straight into the center of the scene, kicking up a cloud of dust.
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