In these days, there were only a few people who could still do business. Wanting to make new friends, Wu Zhongchang quickly greeted several other gamblers and led the two scouts directly to the roof.
The security guards on the roof didn't take it seriously at all: "Wu Zhongchang, this kid, I guess he can make a lot of money this time."
"This guy doesn't abide by the rules of the group leader. He makes money by selling cigarettes privately and keeping a prostitute. Hehe, it would be strange if the group leader catches him one day and doesn't skin him."
"Don't dare to say this nonsense. By tomorrow night, the money in his pocket...isn't it just the money of my brothers?"
"Hahaha... That's right, even if something happens to him one day, it has nothing to do with us..."
Several people around him immediately nodded in agreement.
A dark figure suddenly shouted: "No, I remembered. We were busy coming out to see the situation just now. Those two guys seemed to have won a lot of money from our brothers!"
The scene immediately became quiet, and another dark figure was a little confused: "I noticed it too, damn, where did these two egg-laying guys come from? How many brothers can I win money from?"
"Is it possible that he and Wu Zhongchang are in the same group?"
"No, I've noticed it a long time ago, but there's something wrong with the way they place bets..."
"What's the problem? We've always been in charge! What tricks can he play?"
"When I went to the mountains to collect goods in the early years, I once met a master at the foot of the mountain..."
The person next to him immediately interrupted the storyteller: "Hahaha, why don't you tell me that you met an old man with a white beard and white eyebrows?"
Another person continued: "I think he probably met a white snake spirit..."
Another person joined the conversation with a serious voice: "It's not the white snake spirit..."
Someone next to me immediately made a joke: "What is that?"
"It's a white fox! I just don't know if it's a male or a female." The guy who originally spoke very seriously started laughing after saying this.
"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter.
One laughed so hard that he was out of breath: "Male fox, how did you get into this... Tell me now..."
"Go away, that guy opened a gambling house..."
...
Wu Zhongchang and two scouts took advantage of the weak moonlight to walk down from the roof to the courtyard in the dark. He did not forget to scream at the window of the wing: "Master Zeng, get up and pee..."
Immediately a curse came from the room: "Wu Zhongchang, you short-lived ghost, you come to my courtyard in the middle of the night and scream, be careful, I will spread your bad things to the whole town!"
The three of them left the yard and went directly to the street.
The courtyard is located near the south gate. At this time, the broken gate in the south of the town is closed.
The night watch was composed of old and weak security forces who stayed in the town. After Wu Zhongchang said hello to the man who was standing in the simple sentry shed on the roof of the opposite building, the three of them walked north along the narrow street.
Not far away, the three of them turned into a small alley.
Outside the south gate.
The two black figures were panting as they ran, their dull footsteps messy under the moonlight, and they quickly passed through the houses outside the town.
When approaching the south gate of the town, a dark figure shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's not good... hurry up and open the door... Fourth brother has been hit... the guerrillas are ambushing..."
Hearing the confused shouting of a familiar voice, the security forces guarding the south gate immediately became nervous. One of the people on the roof asked: "Hey, I said...what's going on?"
The voice outside the gate was panicked: "I'll fuck you... open the door quickly... Fourth brother is surrounded by guerrillas! We have to go to the town office quickly... call the county for help!"
Phone calls in the small town cannot be made directly to Baliying, and must be manually transferred in the county!
Two scouts had just come out of the alley. They were standing at the entrance of the alley when they heard the shouts of the security forces coming back from outside the gate, and they immediately became nervous.
The old scout pulled back the one who was looking out: "It's broken. According to Captain Li's previous deployment, there should be no one to destroy the town's telephone lines!"
Holding the shell gun he just got in his hand, he was happily replying: "Then...if we take a detour now to destroy the phone line...it should still be too late..."
"Do you know where the phone line is?"
"Isn't there a telephone pole outside the town hall?"
"I think I saw another one to the north!"
"what is it now?"
"let me see..."
"How about... let's go back and report the news first?"
"Don't interrupt. Now I can only send a message to the camp when I go back. It's useless!"
"Just now... I saw a lot of people running out of the town office on the roof of the other courtyard in the south. Isn't the town office empty? Why don't we go in first and take a look?"
"Uh... Such a good idea... Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Hey, whether the idea is good or not depends on how many people are in the town hall."
"Damn it, it looks like... we have to fight hard this time, yes! Since he wants to call for help, he has to explain the situation in person. Let's just follow the guy outside who reported that he wants to call for help. Go to the town office and steal the town’s phone number!”
"That's a good idea..."
Amidst the creaking sound, the south gate of the town was opened a crack by the left-behind security forces. Two black figures immediately flashed in and ran straight to the north of the town office.
The town is not large and the town hall is not far away.
The two security forces who reported the news had already run a long distance, so they were not running very fast.
He didn't even notice that there were four more figures behind him.
That's right, there are four more. The last two were on duty at the town hall earlier and came out to watch the excitement when they heard the gunshots.
After a while, six people rushed straight to the town hall.
There was a lantern hanging outside the gate of the town hall that was on the phone but not powered, emitting a gloomy and dim light that could not illuminate the dark night at all.
"Who? Stop!" The town hall door was pushed open, and a voice suddenly appeared in the yard.
"It's me, get out of here!"
The voice in the courtyard was a little surprised: "Hey, why are you back..."
Before he could finish asking, two black figures ran past him and ran into a room where the lights were still on.
Immediately afterwards, two more people ran in, and he quickly spoke again: "Hey, stop, I said you are..."
A sinister voice waved the shell gun in his hand: "Get out!"
"Hey, stop, who are you?"
One of the opponents actually stood still, and raised the bayonet in his hand, followed by a sharp squeaking sound... followed by a painful scream.
The other one continued to follow the two people who entered the hospital first, and rushed through the lighted door.
There were two people following at the end... They were probably not ordinary people. Maybe they were not running at full speed on the street because of their status.
As soon as I arrived outside the gate of the town hall, I heard a sudden scream coming from the yard. I was startled, and I quickly slowed down my steps and became vigilant.
"Ouch... You're calling a ball... I staggered my feet..." The scout used his arms to tighten the neck of the black figure who had been stabbed through the abdomen, and dragged him into the door behind the town hall. In the darkness, he was still screaming loudly.
After hearing the strange screams coming from the town hall, the two people outside the gate slowed down their pace again, and quickly rushed into the town hall gate.
The one who was being strangled was kicking his legs desperately.
The two who had just entered the gate immediately turned their heads and looked behind the gate.
Since I had just entered the yard from a bright place, I couldn't see clearly what was going on behind the door.
The voice behind the door was intermittent: "I said... can you be gentle... I... my feet are sprained... why are you touching my... crotch?"
It seems that the scouts trained by Big Dog's gang are quite good. At this time, they not only have to tighten the neck of the one who is struggling, but also have to intermittently pull his throat to pretend...
In order to reduce the amount of bleeding, the scout did not withdraw the bayonet that was still inserted into the abdomen of the person who was being strangled. If the dying person was really a ruthless character, he could stab two grasshoppers with one knife in a row by pushing the bayonet back. ...
After hearing what was said behind the door, one of them immediately spat: "What are you two doing behind the door? Come out quickly!"
After this person finished speaking, this person raised his legs again and walked into the lighted room in the courtyard.
But the other person stopped. He wanted to see who was calling this strange voice!
Of course, he was also a little angry and touched his crotch with his bare feet... How dare these two people play tricks at the gate of the town hall!
In the darkness behind the door, the person who was being strangled finally had his pupils dilated and bulged, his tongue stuck out and his legs straightened, but he could only breathe out but not in.
The person who stopped at the door slowly adjusted his eyes to the darkness behind the door, and subconsciously sniffed: "Why does it smell like blood?"
"Uh, it's on the knife!" After the man on the ground said, a black shadow bounced off the ground and rushed directly towards the man who was about to get closer to see the situation.
When he smelled the smell of blood, the man who stayed behind became wary, and he realized that something seemed not quite right...
Faced with the sudden attack, this person's reaction was not slow. He jumped directly on the spot and even raised his leg to kick him.
With a pop, the sharp bayonet pierced the cloth shoe... directly through the sole of the foot.
It seems that the guy with the hole in his footboard must have practiced before. He didn't fall to the ground, and even screamed: "Ah...".
His painful voice trembled, and he shouted sternly: "Who are you?"
The one who was kicked on the ground held the bayonet he had pulled out from the sole of the opponent's foot tightly in his hand. He didn't answer at all and pounced on him again.
The sole of the foot was stabbed. Although it hurt, it was nothing to a person who had practiced martial arts for many years.
Looking at the dark figure rushing toward him, the man who had been stabbed shouted angrily: "Seeking death!"
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