Chapter 1247 Touching the Whistle

Style: Historical Author: rock hermitWords: 1954Update Time: 24/01/11 09:43:10
After they finished changing their posts, it took a while before Hua Zhang and Hu Zihu sneaked into the back door of the main building of the police station.

Logically speaking, people who stay awake for most of the night can fall asleep in a short time if they lie down in a relatively comfortable environment and on a very comfortable bed.

But they are different. This is in the changing hut. The place is small, with only a small bed and a few chairs. This kind of environment can sleep four people. Except for the captain who was lying on the bed, the remaining three people were all sitting on chairs.

Sleeping in a sitting position is inherently difficult. At the very least, brewing takes time. Even if he fell asleep, it would only be a light sleep for such a short period of time. At this time, as long as you hear some movement, you will wake up.

So when the three agents with Mustache Hu and the others came in, the captain who was lying on the small bed was more alert. He was feeling light and not asleep, so he asked as soon as the door opened.

The mustached man walked at the end and did not answer immediately. He immediately returned and closed the door. He pointed the muzzle of his gun forward and said: "Military Commander, I will kill anyone who dares to call you!"

There are no lights on in the hut, but the general outlines of the three people can be seen clearly. In addition, the pseudo-government sentry inside has adapted to the darkness, so the line of sight will be clearer.

When they saw the three people coming in, they raised their hands directly, holding something in the shape of a pistol. In the light and dark hut, the barrel of the pistol was looming, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at themselves and others. In addition, the other party's tone was cold, and he clearly said that he was an agent of the military command. I couldn't help but feel horrified.

You know, military commanders are still very intimidating to people from either side these days. What scares the little devils or some people in the puppet government most about military rule is their assassination operations.

In the beginning, it was basically all shooting in the street. Or expose the body to the public. The main purpose is to warn everyone that whoever becomes a traitor will suffer the same fate. Based on what the mustache said, and the fact that three guns were pointed at him and others at such close range, if they were not afraid, they would really be haunted.

The three people sitting on the chairs leaned back in fear, their whole bodies stiff. The whistle commander, who had already sat up on the small bed, was trembling all over. He wanted to get out of bed and stand up immediately, but he immediately controlled his movements, for fear that the other party would misunderstand and shoot him again. He said urgently: "Don't... don't shoot. If you have something to say, brothers will never say half of it..."

He wanted to say: Brothers will never say no. But before the sentence was finished, the mustache shouted: "Did you let me speak!? If anyone says another nonsense, I will kill him immediately! Now listen, move slowly! Very slowly. Don't let me Misunderstanding, and then they all lay down on the ground one by one, stretching their hands forward! Start!" After saying that, he gently swung the muzzle of the gun to signal the other party to start.

"Yes..." the whistle commander replied, but remembering the other party's warning, he immediately stopped talking, raised his hands high, slowly got out of the bed, and then lay on the ground, stretching his hands forward.

The other three sentries also made the same move, trembling slightly and lying on the ground one by one.

"Remember my words, if anyone says anything! I will kill him immediately!" The mustache warned the other person again in language, and then tilted his head towards the two agents who came with him.

The three people came behind the sentry, bent down, and swung their arms downwards. After the sound of collision, all three of them were knocked unconscious. There was still a sentry commander left. Hearing something wrong, he said loudly: "You..."

What are you going to do? He only uttered one syllable. After knocking out the person he was responsible for, the mustache rushed directly to the side, hit the other person on the back of the head hard, and made a crashing sound again. The commander of the sentry was knocked unconscious by the blow.

"Kill them all, quickly!" Mustached Hu stood up, came to the window, and looked towards the entrance of the courtyard. Very good, the strategy of myself and others worked, and they didn't make much noise at all. Outside the yard it was as quiet as before.

The two agents drew out their daggers, and each of them immediately struck hard. Then he stood up and said: "Sir, kill them all."

"Okay." The mustache said, "You two will stay here as planned!"

"Yes." Two people replied loudly.

Mustache hid the gun in his arms, opened the door and walked out, returning to the main building of the police station. After entering, it was obvious that the number of agents in the lobby on the first floor had increased. I estimated in my mind that the search on the second floor had been completed and everyone had come down.

But the mustache still asked in a low voice: "Have you finished searching?"

A man came over and replied in a low voice: "The first and second floors have been searched, and no target has been found. Only the basement is left. Sir, there was some very slight movement in the basement just now. There should be someone down there, and there is no one." Go to sleep."

The mustache said: "Prepare to attack as planned! Get some brothers, put on dead people's clothes, and be the vanguard. Hurry!"

Soon, four agents arrived at the room, took the coats of the four people and put them on themselves directly. Although some of the clothes had blood stains on them, the uniforms of the puppet government police station were black, so Even in a lighted environment, if you don't pay attention, you can't tell it's blood.

Then the four agents put their hats on their heads, and as agreed, they put their guns in their coat pockets, putting their hands in their pockets, but actually holding the handle of the gun, keeping ready to shoot at any time.

After coming out, the mustache waved downwards, and the four leading agents, generous and generous, walked downstairs first. Some distance away, there was the mustache and others. Of course, not all people could go down, and six people with mustaches were left guarding the first floor.

Number 1 was wearing the police uniform of the puppet government and walked at the front with another agent. After turning two stairs and corners, they had reached the underground floor.

In fact, the structure of all dungeons, whether Chinese or foreign, is very similar, with yellow light bulbs on both sides emitting dim light. It just looks cold.

After going down the stairs and walking forward for less than five meters, there was a small table. There was also a police officer sitting behind him with no sleeves and a coat. The boy was holding a book and grinning slightly, obviously fascinated by it. The other hand grasped the collar to keep himself warm.

After hearing the footsteps, the man raised his head with a hint of confusion and looked over. But before he could say anything, No. 1 raised his head towards him as if he was familiar with it and asked, "Where are the other brothers?"