"If you don't put down your guns, I'll start killing one by one!"
The cook had a bald head covered in rough features, naturally fierce-looking, and his words had a kind of cold cruelty akin to that of Da Maozi, making one believe that he truly didn't value human life and would kill.
A border police officer slowly squatted down and put down his gun.
"I surrender!"
The domino effect quickly took shape.
One put down their weapon, then another followed suit.
At first, it was one, then two, three...
In the end, everyone had put down their guns.
"Line up and come here! Come here! Take off all your gear, and lie down! Lie down properly! Any funny business and don't blame my gun for showing no mercy. You can bet, us four people, our four guns, let's see if we have more bullets or you have more lives!"
Actually, by this point, the border police officers had already lost the will to resist; their psychological defenses had collapsed long ago.