"We already paid the tax a few days ago, and we still have to pay it today?"

Seeing the unruly face of the ironworker, the tax collector pushed the boss away, pointed to the iron's nose and said:

"You also ate a few days ago, and you are going to eat today?

Liu Gonggong now wants to expand the armament, to levy a military clothing tax, a safe entry and exit tax, a tax to live and work in peace and contentment, and Foxiaolou has to pay a total of five hundred taels! ”

Five hundred taels?! Everyone gasped. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As mentioned earlier, an ordinary shopkeeper can save fifteen taels of silver and five hundred taels without eating or drinking for fifteen years, and the annual turnover of the entire Foxiao Building may not be so much.

Jun Bao Teng stood up and said angrily:

"Then you can just grab it!"

"Huh? Resist paying taxes?! ”

Seeing that another thorn came out, the tax collector's eyes widened, and he said impatiently:

"Are you engaging in anti-court activities?"

"Hey, even if it's the imperial court, it's to be reasonable!"

"Reasonable?"

The tax collector sneered, didn't explain, and directly punched Junbao in the face.

The clay man also has three points of anger, and being insulted by others like this, even if Junbao's temper is mild, how can he not be angry?

Seeing that Junbao was about to make a move, Daoist Ling and the iron striker hurriedly stepped forward to grab him:

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan!"

The entire Foxiaolou is a traitor to the party, and once a conflict really breaks out with the officers and soldiers, no matter what the result is, it is easy to expose everyone's identities.

It's just that just when everyone's attention was attracted by Junbao, no one noticed that a small figure had quietly faded away, tiptoeing to lock all the doors and windows.

"Whoever has a knife on him can speak loudly."

The tax collector seemed to enjoy the feeling of doing whatever he wanted at the moment, and stomped on the boiled fish on the ground, and then pointed at Junbao and threatened:

"Eat! If you don't eat it, I'll close the store and arrest people! ”

Junbao only felt that there was a wave of anger in his heart, but every time he thought of the consequences of impulsiveness, he endured it again.

"Hahaha......"

Seeing Junbao slowly squatting down, the tax collector and the officers and soldiers behind him laughed unscrupulously:

"If you don't have any money, it doesn't matter, just kneel down and kowtow to me thirty times, and I can think about collecting your taxes in a few days."

Junbao's movements froze.

The man has gold under his knees, and he only kneels to the heavens and his parents.

"Kowtow!" Seeing that Junbao actually stopped, the tax collector said viciously: "Do you knock or not? ”

The officers and soldiers behind the tax collector also stepped forward at this time and slapped Junbao's knee fiercely, trying to make him kneel.

"If you don't knock again, you will rebel against the court, and I will drag you to behead the public!"

"Master, take the gun!"

Bang!

Just when the tax collector was complacent, a large gun broke through the wind, smashed into the back of his head, and then bounced towards Junbao not far away.

"Who?!"

The tax collector stood up with his head covered, and found that at some point, Su Hang was already standing at the door with a spear in his hand.

"If you want to rebel, I will kill you all!"

"Guard the door, don't let anyone run away!"

Seeing the tax collector draw his saber and rush towards him fiercely, Su Hang's face was calm, he first reminded everyone loudly, and then tightly picked up the big gun in his hand, silently counting the distance between the two sides.

"Kill!"

Seeing that the little ghost who dared to smash himself with a gun still stood in place without dodging, as if he was frightened, a bloodthirsty smile flashed in the tax collector's eyes.

In the eyes of the tax collector, a little ghost of Su Hang's age, even if he holds a weapon, is just a lamb he slaughters.

It's just that the tax collector quickly paid for his wrong idea.

"Die!"

Seeing that the tax collector had already rushed to a foot away, Su Hang no longer hesitated, and let out a loud shout, and the spear in his hand that was ready to fire finally stabbed out.

This stab, Su Hang has practiced many times, and at this time, it was stabbed, it was really like lightning, and the tax collector only saw a little cold flash, and the muzzle of the gun was already on his chest.

"Armor?"

Feeling the resistance encountered at the tip of the gun, Su Hang frowned slightly, and then with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the gun, which had been stagnant, was like a poisonous snake, drilling into the gap in the armor, stabbing the tax collector in the heart.

"You-!"

Feeling that the strength of his whole body was disappearing rapidly, the tax collector covered his chest and glared at Su Hang unwillingly.

However, he was greeted only by Su Hang's cold gaze and boundless darkness.

Burst.

Su Hang drew his spear expressionlessly and let the tax collector's body fall.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to kill someone?

For some reason, although Su Hang did feel a little uncomfortable, he did not have many symptoms such as nausea and entanglement that the male protagonist of the novel inevitably experienced when he killed someone for the first time.

Could it be that I was born cold-blooded?

"Ahh He killed the tax collector! Kill him and avenge the tax collector! ”

However, the situation at this time did not allow Su Hang to analyze his psychology in detail, because although the officers and soldiers were startled by Su Hang's sudden burst of gunshot, they soon rushed over one after another with a large number of people.

Of course, everyone in Foxiaolou also reacted, and picked up weapons to protect Su Hang behind him.

It's just that these officers and soldiers don't know that behind them, a fierce beast that they had wantonly bullied before, but now they have forgotten, has awakened at this moment.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The dazzling cold light, blooming with beautiful spear flowers, Junbao used his own actions to vividly explain the fundamental reason why the big gun is called the king of a hundred soldiers.

This group of officers and soldiers has a lot of weapons on weekdays, and it's okay to bully ordinary people, but when it comes to strength, they don't even have a bright strength, but when they see Junbao dancing with a big gun, like a giant python entangling a tree, and a spiritual snake spitting letters, there is no enemy at all.

If the head of the gun passes through, it will die if it touches it, and it will die if it touches it.

"Good, good!"

Seeing that Junbao's face was not red and his breath was not panting, and in less than half a minute, an entire team of more than 20 heavily armed officers and soldiers were slaughtered, and everyone was full of admiration.

"In fact, it's the 'big gun pile' that is amazing, otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort for me to settle so many people."

Junbao touched his head a little embarrassed, and saw Su Hang looking at the corpses all over the ground in a daze, and said strangely:

"Xiaohang, what's wrong with you?"

Daoist Ling rolled his eyes and said speechlessly:

"What else? You think that everyone is as natural as you, and the first time a child kills someone, of course he is uncomfortable! ”

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