The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Of course it's different when you switch to a luxury car. The comfort is increased more than ten times, the lights are snow-white, the field of view is better, and the shock absorption and power are incomparable. Turn on the heater and listen to music, and the speed will increase all of a sudden.

After driving for about an hour, it felt like it was almost done. Mo Bin didn't want to take risks. It would be very serious for this thing to be discovered. There were too many technologies beyond this era. Forget it, let's just change it back to a truck!

After driving for another hour, there was a fork in the road ahead. Mo Bin took out the map and studied it. Turn left ahead and he would find Baoding City. Turn right and he would reach his destination. He was finally almost there.

After turning around, the road becomes narrower. Two cars in both directions are definitely not allowed. If there is a car coming from the opposite direction, it will be troublesome. You have to find a place to meet the car.

We are almost there, and you can vaguely see the dark mountains in front of you. Hey, is there a roadblock ahead? The dim car lights shone through, and there was a large triangular stone placed in the middle of the road ahead, and there were two wooden tree stumps next to it. Is this a road robbery?

Mo Bin frowned, shifted the gear and braked, and the thermal imaging equipment came out instantly. Two weapons appeared at hand, one long and one short, both loaded. Although you are very dedicated and have this point, but when you encounter this Uncle, you are in bad luck.

There were also two large butchered wild boars in the back compartment, as well as several bags of coarse grains. There were two types of robbers on the road. One was a real bandit who was ruthless and hijacked the car to death, and the other was an old man who was too hungry to survive. He has to decide how to deal with the weak, sick and disabled based on the situation. He can't just kill them indiscriminately. After all, they are compatriots.

Mo Bin tilted his body slightly to guard against the other party's sudden shooting. There were all kinds of crazy people, but they couldn't be careless. The SKS semi-automatic rifle was placed on the bridge, and Browning was on his waist. He could kill them at any time.

The truck did not turn off, and the lights were always on. Mo Bin's golden finger was fully opened, and everything within a radius of ten meters was within his control range. Looking at the thermal imaging, there were only three targets, all in front of the truck.

After probably standing still for tens of seconds, the other party couldn't hold it any longer. A man holding a long gun appeared under the light. His face was covered with a white cloth, pointing the gun at the cab. The other two quickly surrounded him from both sides. Damn it. You're quite professional, so don't blame me. You must have done this kind of cooperation more than once!

Mo Bin did not hesitate. He aimed at the head of the robber in front of the car through the car windshield and shot without hesitation. Then he turned the gun and shot at the robber approaching from the left front without any pause. Another shot from the right front, both of them will be hit in the body. Whether they die or not is up to you!

There were three holes in the front glass of the truck, but they did not shatter. Because the muzzle of his gun was very close to the glass, it did not cause much damage.

Two pitiful howls came, but Mo Bin remained unmoved. He lay down and scanned the surroundings again with thermal imaging. If he missed it, he would be shot coldly. It would be a joke.

There were constant wailing outside, and Mo Bin had no sympathy at all. If the old, weak, sick and disabled were robbing him, even with a machete, he might give it a try. The things in the carriage were for those who were about to starve to death. Of the refugees.

But the three young men holding guns made him decide on his choice. The one who threatened the most was shot directly in the head. The ones holding short guns on both sides were all shot in the body, giving him a chance to interrogate them.

Although he has a spatial golden finger, he can hide inside to avoid danger, but it is not necessary. It can be regarded as a contribution to society. In this era, there is only one end for armed robbers.

"Bump! Bump! Bump!" He was shot three times on the right side of the car. It seemed that he had the ability to fight back, but he was not a big threat. He lay on the ground and fired at the truck. He didn't even hit the glass. It was a desperate shooting style.

Mo Bin pointed the thermal imaging camera at him. There was a person lying on his side in front of him, with his right abdomen lower. He was shot at the root of the thigh. It probably hit the bone without penetrating, so it was not a fatal position.

Aiming at him, I had a clearer grasp of the situation. He was a middle-aged man, holding a Mauser C96 pistol in his hand, which is also commonly known as a "box gun" and "shell gun". The severe pain caused his body to convulse, and the pistol was He could no longer hold on, and the large amount of blood soaked his cotton trouser legs. The blood loss and the severe cold meant that if no one rescued him, he might not survive the night.

To be on the safe side, another guy came, but this time he fired a shot at his right hand holding the gun, and an even worse howl came. The guy dropped his pistol beside him, his body was hunched over like a prawn, and he was already in pain. I don't know where to cover it.

The danger here is gone, Mo Bin scans the guy on the left again, holy shit! He thought this guy was more serious, but it turned out that he was shot in the abdomen, with a penetrating injury on the left side, which only hurt his waist at most, which was much lighter than the one on the right.

This man was still a smart man. He threw the Nanfang 14 far away in his hand, groaned while covering the wound with both hands, and completely gave up resistance.

Mo Bin wasn't in a hurry to go out. He wasn't in a hurry anyway, let's see who could afford it.

Within two minutes, cries for help came from outside. The blood and the cold made their cries much weaker, turning into pleading for mercy, "Grandpa, have mercy, grandpa have mercy..."

When Mo Bin heard this, he realized that this guy was definitely not a good guy, he was just a loser who slipped through the net! Jingyouzi, Weizuizi, and the doglegs of Baoding Mansion cannot be summarized in detail, but the jingle that is widely circulated among the people must have its reason.

Opening the door with his left hand and pushing it open with his feet, Mo Bin switched to a pistol and jumped out of the truck. A flashlight appeared in his left hand, and he quickly took the gangster on the left, Nanfang Fourteen, into the space.

Then he came to the right side and kicked aside the box cannon with his severed finger. "Who are you and how many times have you done this? Tell me honestly and I will consider sparing your lives." Mo Bin used a flashlight. Asked looking at his face.

"Bah! Grandpa admits that I fell into your hands, so I'll be happy!" The gangster turned his head and said fiercely through gritted teeth.

Hey, you are so damn tough, do this to me! You have never tasted grandpa's methods. Not to mention the experience in this life, you will be able to bear it in the future.

"Hehe, let me do this trick to your grandpa. It's bad luck for you. It's early in the morning. Let's play slowly!" Mo Bin chuckled, put away the pistol, grabbed a handful of salt in his right hand, and sprinkled it directly on the broken part of his right hand. It hurts and is life-threatening, but it can be disinfected!

"Ouch..." An inhuman howl came. This guy no longer cared about the pain in his thigh. He directly grabbed his bloody right hand with his left hand, rolled up his body, and howled so loudly that no one could hear him.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning. I not only bring salt, but also chili oil, and some good things you haven't seen before. Take your time and enjoy, I like tough guys the most!" Mo Bin said with a smile, it is rare to have such a thing A test item.

This guy doesn't even have the energy to curse, and he doesn't know what this devil is driving with these things. Is he eating barbecue on the road?

Mo Bin ignored him and turned to the left. The guy directly opposite was shot in the eye socket. He died happily, which was considered his blessing.

"Grandpa, have mercy on me, grandpa have mercy on me, I'll do everything, I'll confess." When this guy heard what his accomplices were saying, he was so frightened that he gritted his teeth and turned over and knelt down, kowtowing. His perseverance was amazing!

"You don't want to try? I heard that salt can disinfect. Don't worry, I brought enough." Mo Bin didn't follow the routine at all.

"No, no, no, grandpa, please forgive me. If you ask me anything, I'll do it all. I'll do it all." The guy was so frightened that he almost fell down.

In order to hear more content, Mo Bin scanned his wounds with his mind. His intestines were broken and there were many places bleeding. Although he could hold on for a while, it wouldn't last long.

He raised his right leg and gave this guy a kick on the temple, knocking him unconscious. Then he took him into the space and used his mind to help him close the broken blood vessels. He also treated his intestines in the same way. It would be better to suffer a little pain. After a while, I felt strong.

He put the guy back to his original position, a bottle of ice water appeared in his hand, and he poured it into his eyes. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself because he didn't need to urinate, even if it was his own, it smelled bad!