(Author: I was in a hurry to go to the hospital and did not check for typos. I hope brothers will understand)
The tasks of the agents under his command have also been arranged, and the manpower is sufficient. If he insists on going in, there is nothing he can do.
Hua Zhang said: "Okay, be careful."
The mustache nodded, the hand holding the gun was behind his back, and after exiting the shade of the tree, he quickly came to the opposite side. Then jumped in. It took about ten seconds in total, and all twenty people jumped in. Everyone held a Colt pistol with a silencer. After entering the room that was supposed to be the utility room, they all moved forward, trying not to block the brothers who jumped in from behind.
After the mustache jumped in, he reached back and closed the window. He whispered: "Start."
The leading number one is held by a captain himself. After hearing Mustache's order, he put his ear to the door and listened to the noise outside. Um! No sound. Followed by holding the gun with one hand and pointing it at the door. Use your other hand to gently turn the handle and slowly open the door.
First he stuck out the muzzle of the gun, then his head, and looked left and right in the corridor, but there was no one there! Then he quickly dodged out. The people following him walked out one after another.
Everyone sneaked up, trying not to make any footsteps, and arrived in the middle of the corridor, which is where the entrance hall of the police station is. They hid their figures against the wall on one side.
The mustachioed man carried a gun and walked from the crowd to the end of the wall. He squatted down and quietly stuck out half of his head to look in the direction of the main entrance. Sure enough, there is a mailroom as soon as you enter the main entrance. But it was pitch black inside. The mustache waved his hand.
The two people at the back broke away from the team and walked up. Bending down, he walked out of the corridor and walked towards the mail room. They are the two agents responsible for solving the problem at the door.
After the two people arrived at the door of the mail room, they still listened inside. Then, one of them gently pushed the door but did not open it. Then he gently and slowly pressed the handle with his hand. When the strength in his hand could no longer hold it, he slowly pushed in again. This time the door opened.
He put his face up and inserted the muzzle of the gun. So that if something happens, you can shoot at any time. But when the door gradually opened, a small bed came into view first. Judging from the situation on the bed, there was a person lying on it, breathing evenly. Apparently asleep. Following it was a large chair leaning against the reception window in front, with a person sitting on it. And he sat very low, as if he was lying on the back of the chair. He was covered with the coat of the police department of the puppet government, and he was obviously staring in confusion. Other than that, there's no one else in this mailroom
Seeing this, the agent who opened the door slowly inserted the gun into his lower back and pulled out a dagger from the other side. The other agent who was working with him understood immediately when he saw this. He also put away the gun and took out the dagger.
The two men bent down and walked in gently. The person who entered first pointed to the person leaning on the back of the chair. Seeing this, the latter immediately nodded to express his understanding. Pointing to his ears.
The agent who went in first came to the side, and the agent behind him stood beside the bed. The two looked at each other again, and started taking action almost at the same time.
The agent who entered first fiercely covered the other person's mouth and nose with his left hand, and cracked off the other person's head to the left. The other party was staring in confusion, unable to resist at all. Then his right hand fell down smoothly, and the dagger was inserted directly into the opponent's ear, and he tilted it up and down twice with force.
The agent next to the bed followed almost the same approach, but after covering the other person's mouth and nose with his left hand, he inserted the knife in his right hand through the other person's eye. When inserting, the tip of the knife was above the top, so the knife penetrated directly into the brain. The other party was also stunned instantly!
After dealing with the agent on the chair, he came to the door again, leaned out and waved in the direction of the corridor on the left side of the hall. Then he shrank back, and with another agent, he first took off the two coats and put them aside. Then he put the two dead bodies together and stuffed them under the bed. He threw the cup on the ground and pulled it under the bed with his feet. A few times, this is to prevent the other person's blood from flowing out. Then the two of them both put on each other's coats and put on their pseudo-government police hats.
On the other side, I saw two agents entering the mail room. After a while, one person came out. After waving his hand, I knew that the two men had done it. The mustachioed left hand stretched out and pointed in the direction of the steps. Then I saw a group of people flash out of the team again, carrying their guns lightly and heading towards the steps. They are the team responsible for cleaning the second floor.
The remaining people immediately started to take action, working in pairs, and started searching the first floor. The mustache also got involved and started searching. This police station is not small. There are many rooms on both sides of the corridor, but most of the rooms are empty. After all, it's already late at night and it's not time to go to work yet. Although some houses cannot be opened and cannot be inspected, one look through the glass windows above shows that no one is hiding.
But after a while, in the corridor on the right side of the first floor, which was also the door of a large office closest to the lobby, two agents squatted at the door but did not go in. They just kept waving their hands. Seeing this, Mustache and several other agents walked over carefully.
When they arrived, one of the agents stretched out his index and middle fingers, pointed at his eyes, and then gestured towards the half-opened door.
The mustachioed man squatted on the ground and looked in sideways. I immediately cursed in my heart. However, several tables inside were made up of several beds, and there was a table next to it with a few chairs scattered around it. On the table, there were unpacked playing cards. It is estimated that these are the guards on duty who were left behind to play cards after their shift. When I got sleepy from playing, I just started sleeping here.
Fortunately, the previous series of actions, including picking the lock, smashing the glass, and going to the mail room and searching the room, were all carried out silently. Otherwise, if the sound was louder, it would probably be very troublesome if the people inside reacted.
These people must not be kept. After all, the thorough search has not been completed yet. If there is any movement somewhere, and anyone among the living gang wants to pee, will the secret be revealed?
Therefore, the mustache thought for a moment, raised one finger of his left hand to make a silent gesture, followed the two fingers to make a walking gesture, then stretched out his thumb and slit his throat.
Seeing this, several people all nodded to express their understanding. They all inserted their guns into their waists and took out their daggers...
