The Space-Time Boss: 1970s Revolution

Chapter 142: Moving Towards the Mountains

Currently, apart from their own people, only a few of Mu Lianshen's people remain on site.

Oh, and there is also the woman with the children.

At this moment, she is slumped on the ground.

Mu Lianshen drew his gun from its holster and pointed it at the few people still standing. "Which county are you from?"

The remaining individuals, seeing the gun in his hand, were so frightened they could not speak. Despite their ignorance, they recognized it was a gun.

The man who had been so arrogant before was now panicked, his eyes darting around as if looking for a chance to escape.

Mu Lianshen directly moved the gun towards the man.

With the gun pressed against his forehead, the man's pupils dilated slightly, his breathing becoming rapid and tense. He stammered, "We're just villagers from nearby, we only wanted to rob some money. We wouldn't be doing this if we weren't desperate. Sir, please, we're just trying to survive..."

Mu Lianshen narrowed his eyes and, with a blank expression, shot him in the thigh.

"Ahhh..." The man screamed in pain and continued to plead.

"You're crazy? We're just ordinary villagers. How can a government official like you harm us? We only wanted some money, not your lives..." The man's throat tightened, his voice quivering as if each word was stretched taut.

"I find these people rather strange," Fu Yu frowned, feeling that the few people in front of them didn't seem like simple villagers.

"Villagers?" Fu Xiao's voice turned increasingly cold as she smiled. "They might not be just simple villagers. Look at their farming tools."

Fu Yu's gaze fell on the rusty farming tools, and he finally noticed the problem.

How could the tools from that village be rusty?

He remembered that the farming tools in Dushan Village, no matter how old, were always shiny because they were used frequently.

So this village?

Doesn't farm at all?

In this era, which proper village would have non-farming villagers?

"Are you really villagers?"

It was clear from the man's frantic eyes that he was about to crack, but he still stubbornly said, "I am a regular villager. If you send us to the county police, that's fine. Why take matters into your own hands? You're a military officer..."

Mu Lianshen faced the man's accusations without flinching, his tone icy. "If you're evil, then... you deserve to be killed."

Ordinary villagers wouldn't be so bold. This man probably has many lives on his hands.

He shot the man's wound again.

The man, writhing in pain, curled up on the ground, unable to speak coherently.

Mu Lianshen no longer glanced at the man and turned to Shen Xingzhou, saying, "Go up ahead and bring the person back."

Shen Xingzhou knew who he was referring to—the kind-hearted guard.

After asking the terrified remaining people for their exact location, he walked in that direction.

The sky had darkened. Fu Xiao walked to the vehicles and turned on their headlights.

She then approached the woman who could be considered bait.

The woman was tightly clutching two children, clearly terrified of Fu Xiao's approach.