Chapter 12

c "Brother, what is mustard scallop? Is it kelp?"

Boss Sun didn't laugh. He looked at me and said: "It's not a kelp, it's a person's name. There is only a few words about this person in the data. Unexpectedly, we bumped into each other by mistake. How did we end up with this person?" ? Are you still going to do it tonight? I think the second and third sons are ready."

The king asked with serious eyes: "Is there any problem at the stronghold?"

Boss Sun nodded, "No, the young men raised by Yi Mole are very clever."

"Boss, don't do anything with this batch of goods yet, especially this bronze bean. Once the news spreads from Shunde, there is a high chance that wolves will be attracted."

"Wolf in the south?" the boss asked with a gloomy face.

"I'm afraid that it's not just the wolves in the south. There are more wolves and less meat everywhere now. They are all picking up bones and eating them. If our pot lid is not tightly closed, the smell of meat may attract wild wolves."

"Boss, I've decided," Wang stretched out his head and slapped him. "Five days, the time is shortened to five days. Take out all the things for me. After we get it, we will leave Shunde as soon as possible and find a place to avoid the limelight." .”

From the conversation between Wang Boutou and Boss Sun, I could tell that they were both a little nervous, as if they were worried about something.

. . . . . .

It's past midnight, on Moth Mountain.

Sun Laoer was squatting on the ground smoking, while Sun Laosan was counting the sacks.

"It's calm, let's get started." Boss Sun's voice came from the intercom.

"Yunfeng, how many sacks do you have?"

"Second brother, I have four more."

"Well, it should be about the same." After saying this, Sun Laoer stamped out the cigarette butt in his hand.

At this time, the calls of strange birds came from Moth Mountain. The calls of these birds made people feel uncomfortable listening to them at night.

"It's really unlucky." Wang turned his head and looked at the dark moth mountain behind him and cursed twice. He said that this bird was a mourning bird and not a good thing.

The mourning bird is the owl. In ancient times, people called it the night owl. This thing was often seen in mass graves, so people called it the mourning bird.

"Bah, bah, bah, what a fucking dead bird," Sun Laoer spat several times in the direction of the mountains.

When the owl stopped hooting, we started taking action.

The robbery hole that had been drilled earlier was well covered up by a mole's men. The top of the robbery hole was covered with complete yellow turf, and four wooden sticks were used as supports below. Looking from the outside, there were almost no flaws.

After packing up these things and putting on their headlamps, the Sun brothers slid down the hole with their legs supported. I spent a lot of effort and was the last to go down.