Chapter 5 The gangster has a gun

In the minds of many people, the so-called drill is just a formality and formality. This is the case for Zhao Zhixian County and the same for all county government officials.

So Wang Dianshi took the lead in fishing, and Wu Captou never asked Qi Ping to really prepare anything.

This is a performance. When the protagonist goes out of the script, everything becomes uncontrollable.

But the exercise will still continue.

When a large group of people arrived at Fan Mansion, they saw the vermilion gate tightly closed and the surrounding area crowded with government officials.

"What the hell?!" Zhao Zhixian arrived first, his face gloomy.

Wang Dianshi, who was guarding here, was sweating coldly. He quickly stepped forward and whispered:

"Sir, the 'bandit's' horse seemed to be frightened and disappeared. I had no choice but to come back to Qi Ping, so I had no choice but to do this..."

He tried to smooth things over.

Zhao Zhixian was furious, but when the governor team arrived behind him, he had to suppress his anger, knowing that he could not stop, so he had to make mistakes.

He said loudly: "How is the situation inside? Have you tried to break in?"

"Your Majesty, the courtyard gate is blocked. We have surrounded Fan Mansion. The thieves cannot escape."

Governor Li jumped off his horse and said with a smile:

"Does Mr. Zhao have a way to break the situation? The gangsters are trapped, but there are dozens of hostages, which is quite difficult."

After finishing his words, Wu Captou strode out to the side and asked for orders:

"My lords, please wait here for a moment. It is enough for one of you to capture the enemy."

These words are loud and powerful.

County Magistrate Zhao forced a smile: "Wu Chuan is the county's chief arrester. He is a martial artist for ten years and has just started practicing."

There are many martial arts masters in the Liang Kingdom, but only one can enter the practice. Even if they are just "first-timers", their strength is considered to be quite good when combined with the magical weapons on their bodies.

Wu Chuan is not outstanding among the governor's guards, but in this small town of Heyan County, he is still considered a master.

"Yes." Governor Li nodded, looking forward to it.

Wu Captou let out a breath and walked towards the mansion with a stern expression. He was very angry. Qi Ping was his subordinate and had made the county magistrate angry. He would inevitably be punished if he turned around.

Now, he just wants to capture Qi Ping as soon as possible, end the exercise, and minimize the impact.

As for whether he could succeed, he had not considered this issue at all. Not to mention it was just a drill, Qi Ping would not really kill the "hostages".

Even if he takes action, with his cultivation, it will not be difficult to capture a small catcher.

In front of the mansion, just as Wu Chuan left, a maid came to Governor Li and whispered:

"The two noble men would like to observe the situation inside the house."

It is inconvenient for the royal family members to show up, but with the temperament of the princess, she will definitely want to watch the excitement.

Governor Li was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "This is what I have in mind."

After saying that, he glanced at a black-faced guard beside him, who nodded, took out a palm-sized jade mirror from his waist, shot it in the air, and muttered something.

The air vibrated, and the water on the mirror rippled, suspended in the air, and cast an elliptical light curtain. After zooming in and out several times, the scene in the inner courtyard of Fan Mansion was vividly displayed.

"Dharma weapon!" Around him, there were government officials shouting.

At this time, many people belatedly realized that the black-faced guard was actually a member of the Taoist sect.

Behind the team, the vehicle curtains were rolled up, and Princess Anping said with a smile:

"That's right. What can you see through the courtyard wall? Hey, there's only one gangster."

She was a little disappointed, thinking that the head hunter was so fierce that there was probably a huge disparity in strength between the two sides.

"Don't catch him as soon as you meet him, that would be boring."

The eldest princess, who was wearing a purple dress and had a bookish look on her face, smiled and looked at the young man sitting in the courtyard, wiping a pistol, in the picture, and her heart moved:

"I don't think so."

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Fan Mansion, inner courtyard!

At this moment, when they heard the movement outside the door, everyone in the Fan Mansion, who had their hands and feet tied, looked worried. Since ancient times, people have been afraid of officials. Although they knew it was a drill, they were still a little nervous.

"Master, we won't break down the door later." Mrs. Fan was worried, "If the door is broken, it will cost a lot of money to repair it."

"Say less!" Fan Shouxin glared at his wife, feeling a little uneasy. He had become the richest man in the county from scratch, and his vision was certainly good. At this moment, he noticed something unusual.

Turning around to look at the "gangster", he saw the latter sitting on the steps, wiping the short gun with a flannel cloth, looking calm.

In the past few days, Qi Ping also figured out the principle of this magical weapon.

Contrary to what he imagined, in the Liang Kingdom's magical weapon system, guns are inferior to arrows and are relatively low-level offensive magical weapons.

It has short range, high consumption, and troublesome maintenance.

The only advantage is that if you put it aside, the internal array will automatically absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, accumulating enough energy to be fired once.

After that, it only needs the pulling of true energy to activate it.

After one shot, either the monk consumes the real energy in his body to replenish it, or he can only recover slowly.

The hourglass in Qi Ping's mind was obviously not real energy, so, theoretically, he only had one shot.

And his biggest advantage is that no one knows that he can use magic weapons.

"It's almost done." Qi Ping whispered and stood up.

It's almost the same...Besides, the prisoners looked surprised.

The next second, everyone heard the sound of wind outside the courtyard, and a figure, like a hawk, climbed up the courtyard wall, rose and landed twice, and landed in the middle of the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

Wu Captou's face was as dark as water, he looked at Qi Ping coldly, and said angrily:

"What are you doing? Why don't you follow me out!"

Everyone in Fan Mansion was confused.

Qi Ping showed an innocent expression, holding a short gun and said seriously:

"Boss, I am now a gangster."

After a pause, he said again:

"I'm taking this exercise seriously, and I hope you are too."

Wu Chuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily and said coldly:

"Okay, okay, then I'll take you out!"

When he finished speaking, he didn't draw his gun or sword. He just used his bare hands and put his feet on the ground. He shot straight towards his neck like a cannonball. He raised his right hand like an eagle's claw and struck straight at his neck.

As fast as lightning.

He didn't know that people outside the courtyard were looking down at the place with the help of magic weapons, but he was indeed angered by Qi Ping's attitude.

In his opinion, it was a mistake for a young policeman to dare to disobey orders and even talk to him in this manner.

He doesn't mind inflicting punishment.

In his mind, when dealing with a young martial artist like Qi Ping, there is no need to unsheath his sword, not to mention weapons.

Next to them, the captives of the Fan Mansion were astonished. Mr. Fan tried his best to open his little eyes, fearful and curious at the same time.

Outside the hospital, Governor Li, Zhixian Zhao and others looked at the projected picture. The former had a calm expression, while the latter had a slightly calmer expression.

The unsmiling, black-faced guard from a Taoist sect shook his head slightly.

With his eyesight, he could easily see the gap between the two sides, and he had already determined in his heart that the policeman playing the role of the gangster would lose.

Behind, in the carriage, Princess Anping was arrogant and looked back, her mood waning:

"I thought it would be more interesting, but what happened? The gangsters are so weak, like wooden men, unable to move. If it doesn't work, aren't there still hostages?"

Princess Yongning, who was wearing a purple dress and had a bookish air, let out a soft sigh:

"look."

Anping suddenly looked around.

In the center of the projected picture, the "violent bandit" suddenly raised the short gun in his hand like lightning and pulled the "trigger" with an expressionless face.

"boom!!!"

A blazing fire flooded the painting, and the huge sound was amplified by the high walls of the mansion, like thunder on dry land.
Chapter completed!