88. The art of harvesting life
outside now, and you don't know who's standing outside."Li Tongyi nodded cleverly: "Oh, I see!"then Qingchen opened the door and was surprised to find the seedlings standing outside.the girl raised he...everything that happened today seems to tell Qingchen a truth: the outcome of the battle is determined by the "future". Never calculate it on the basis of "past" information, or you will be doomed.
five gangsters are wanted in Kunlun, Ming Ming. Qingchen only saw five gangsters on the bus, but now the number of people on the walkie-talkie is eight.
No wonder the other side controlled the two Kunlun members so easily, and the team of the other side was also growing.
there are so many people in the world who are willing to take risks for money.
yesterday Lin Xiaoxiao talked to him, and the other party squatted on his chair and smiled and said, "Qingchen, when you return to the watch world, you must remember not to trust anyone, because interests will change too many relationships, and human beings tend to benefit. Never underestimate human greed." Guess who invented the base station communication equipment you and Liu Dezhu used "
Qingchen guessed: "spies"
Lin Xiaoxiao shook his head happily: "No, these are two securities traders in City No.1. They were secretly invented to avoid being caught on insider trading evidence." You see, this is the power of interests, and even promotes the progress of science and technology. "
at this time, Qingchen suddenly felt that there might be more and more people in the world who would enter the dark side of the world for their own benefit.
because there are too many people who need this opportunity to change their lives.
he put the walkie-talkie in his pocket, then waved to Jiang Xue and walked into the night.
Jiang Xue squatted down and hugged Li Tongyi: "were you scared just now" Are you still scared "
Li Tongyi thought, "I was scared, but brother Qingchen touched my head and was not afraid."
the little girl recalled that just after Qing Dust calculated and shot in one fell swoop in the dark, the teenager was as good as performing an art in front of the gangsters.
the art of harvesting life.
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the soles of human feet should be the softest of most animals.
want to fight barefoot, this thing is more difficult than expected, a pebble on the ground can be painful grin.
whenever possible, Qingchen doesn't want to fight barefoot.
but he has no choice.
Qingchen quietly crouched on a loquat tree by the side of the road, hiding his figure with a thick canopy and minimizing the sound of his walkie-talkie.
the flickering bonfire in the yard shines on him from time to time through the cracks in the leaves.
this is the best place he can find in memory, with a high crown and a distance from the Yunshang Inn.
"there are six people in the courtyard, and there should be another one outside the courtyard keeping watch at the back door." Qingchen said to himself that it was not realistic for him to solve the seven people, especially when the gangsters all gathered together.
he glanced down at the blood stains on the soles of his feet and didn't know what his feet would look like after tonight.
in the courtyard, Liu Dezhu sat flinching on the ground, while the man led by the gangster was squatting in front of him, holding a gun to his forehead and wondering what he was asking.
more than 40 hostages gathered together and huddled together, while the six gangsters in the courtyard were firmly around them, and no one had a chance to escape.
to Qingchen's surprise, he saw a Kunlun member lying on his side on the ground, his forehead wet with sweat.
the muzzle on the calf of the Kunlun members is particularly eye-catching, and the blood is slowly flowing out of it, dyeing the cement floor dark purple.
it's just that in such a painful time, the other person's right hand is quietly placed next to his pants pocket, and the index finger and middle finger are tapping rhythmically, as if to convey a message to the outside world.
da, da da.
da, da, da
the index finger means that the short note is fast, and the middle finger is that the long note is slow.
looks like a Morse code, but Qingchen doesn't know who the other party is sending the message to.
another of his companions
Qingchen wrote down the percussion frequency of the other party and turned his eyes to the courtyard.
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at this time, he saw a gangster looking for it in the crowd, and then smiled and didn't know what to say to his companions.
with that, she pulled Wang Yun's hair and pulled her out of the crowd.
Wang Yun was dragged on the ground, his legs struggling, but he was finally dragged into the inn.
students watched this scene fearfully. Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang naizhen tried to stand up several times, but they squatted down at the muzzle of a dark and cold gun.
the uninjured Kunlun member rose angrily, but was beaten hard on his abdomen by gangsters, and he lay on the ground like a shrimp, breathing in his mouth and unable to make a sound.
apart from that, no one dares to resist.
but at this time, no one can kidnap with morality. It is an instinct for human beings to save themselves temporarily in danger. Students are not professionally trained, and fear is the emotion they should have.
it's just that they don't know that the gangster didn't intend to leave an ordinary person in the first place.
Ching Dust stared at all this without expression, but did not do it.
he thinks this is a bit illogical because the gangster is a trained soldier.
it seems foolish to do such a thing at a time like this.
but the other person can't be so stupid.
after a while, the gangster came out of the inn and patted his companion on the shoulder. "it's your turn."
the students flinched back in horror when they heard this.
I saw the gangster looking around the crowd with a smile, and the girls bowed their heads and dared not look directly at them, as if they would not be found.
however, the next moment, the other person's eyes are unexpectedly. Stay on Nan Gengchen!
the gangster squeezed out the frail Nan Gengchen from the crowd and tried to take him to the house.
Qingchen stared at the scene blankly: "…"
he finally decided something.
can't wait any longer.
he doesn't even know where the gangster at the back door is hiding, but he can't wait any longer.
this is the best opportunity.
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Yunshang Inn is built by the mountain, and behind it is not flat ground, but trees and mountains that extend diagonally upward.
A gangster is quietly leaning against the back door, smoking a cigarette.
the red of cigarette butts flickers in the dark night, and the nourishing sound of tobacco burning can even be heard in the silence.
unlike the gangster at the front door, he held the Glock 34 with a silencer in his hand early so that he could deal with the crisis at any time.
suddenly, there was the sound of stones falling to the ground in the darkness.
however, the gangster's immediate reaction was to look in the opposite direction of the sound, and the muzzle pointed to the source of the sound.
No matter which side there is someone, he can make a quick response, which is the most correct way to deal with it.
Nobody.
his taut muscles slowly relaxed.
the gangster threw away his cigarette butts and calmly raised his gun to search, trying to find out the source of the sound of the stones.
at this moment, a voice came from the walkie-talkie: "count, 1.
" 2. "
" 3.
the gangster pressed the walkie-talkie and said, "4."
this second, his attention was on the walkie-talkie, and his attention and hearing were distracted.
he released his walkie-talkie and continued to look around with his eyes.
all of a sudden, the gangster's pupils contracted, but his mouth was covered by the palm of his back. The cold dagger thundered through his waist, passed through his spleen and stayed in the alveoli.
the next moment, he heard someone standing behind him, pressing the walkie-talkie and saying, "5.
the palm of the hand slowly loosened, but the gangster's mouth could only gasp.
the numbers are still on the walkie-talkie.
"6."
"7."
"8."
No one found that two of their companions had died. escorts.standing in the middle of long Street, Qinghua has an unreal feeling that the boss's plan has been completed.he looked at the distant cars and felt an indescribable comfort, knowing that the...