Chapter 89
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What happened today seems to tell Qingchen a truth: the outcome of the battle is determined by the "future". Never use the information of the "past" to calculate, or you will be doomed.
It is clear that five gangsters are wanted in Kunlun. Qingchen only saw five gangsters on the bus, but now there are eight people on the intercom.
No wonder the other side so easily controlled the two Kunlun members, the original team of the other side is also growing.
There are so many people in the world who are willing to take risks for money.
Yesterday, Lin Xiaoxiao once talked to him, and the other party squatted on the chair and said with a smile: "Qingchen, when you go back to the world, you must remember not to trust anyone, because interests will change too many relationships. Human beings are profit oriented. Never underestimate human greed. Guess who invented the base station communication equipment you and Liu Dezhu used? "
Qingchen guessed: "spy?"
Lin Xiaohe shook his head with a smile: "no, it was invented secretly by securities traders in two No.1 cities in order to avoid being caught with 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 feels that there may be more and more people in the world, who will walk into the dark side of the world for their interests.
Because too many people need this opportunity to change their lives.
He put the walkie talkie into his pocket, then waved with Jiang Xue and walked into the night.
Jiang Xue squatted down and hugged Li Tongyun: "were you scared just now? Are you still afraid? "
Li Tongyun thought: "I was afraid, but brother Qingchen was not afraid to touch my head."
The little girl recalled that just after Qingchen's calculation and action in the dark, the young man seemed to be performing an art in front of the gangster.
The art of harvesting life.
……
The soles of human feet should be the softest of most animals.
If you want to fight barefoot, it is more difficult than you think. A small stone on the ground can make people show their teeth in pain.
Whenever there are other possibilities, Qingchen doesn't want to fight barefoot.
But he had no choice.
Qingchen squats quietly on a loquat tree beside the road, conceals his body shape through the thick crown of the tree, and minimizes the sound of the walkie talkie.
The swaying bonfire in the yard will shine through the cracks of the leaves from time to time, mottled on him.
It was the best place he could find in his memory. The tree was high and a distance from the inn on the cloud.
"There are six people in the yard, and there should be one outside the yard guarding at the back door," Qingchen says in her heart. It's unrealistic for her to solve seven people, especially when the gangsters are all together.
He looked down at the bloodstains on the soles of his feet. He didn't know what his feet would look like after tonight.
In the courtyard, Liu Dezhu was sitting on the ground in fear, while the person headed by the gangster was squatting in front of him, holding the muzzle of his head with a gun, and he didn't know what he was asking.
More than 40 hostages gathered together to form a group, while six gangsters in the hospital firmly held around them, and no one had a chance to escape.
To Qingchen's surprise, he saw a member of Kunlun lying on the ground, his forehead wet with sweat.
The muzzle on Kunlun members' calves is particularly eye-catching, and blood is slowly flowing out from inside, which has dyed the cement floor dark purple.
However, in such a painful moment, the other side still quietly put his right hand next to his pants pocket, and the index finger and middle finger beat rhythmically alternately, as if to convey information to the outside world.
Dada, dada.
Da, Da, Da
The index finger represents the short tone and the middle finger represents the long tone.
It's like Morse code, but Qingchen doesn't know who the other party is passing the message to.
His other companion?
Qingchen recorded the other party's knocking frequency, and turned his eyes to the courtyard.
At this time, but see a gangster in the crowd looking for, and then smile on the side of the companion do not know what to say.
Then he pulled Wang Yun's hair and pulled her out of the crowd.
Wang Yun was dragged on the ground, struggling with her legs, but eventually she was dragged into the inn.
The students looked at this scene in fear. Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tiantian wanted to stand up several times, but they were squatted by the dark and cold muzzle of the gun.
The uninjured member of Kunlun was angry, but he was beaten in the abdomen by a gangster. He lay on the ground like shrimps, with cold breath in his mouth and no sound.
Apart from that, no one dares to resist.
But at this time, no one can use morality to kidnap. It is an instinct for human beings to save themselves when danger comes. Students have not received professional training. Fear is their proper emotion.
But they didn't know that the gangster didn't intend to leave an ordinary person in the beginning.
Qingchen looks at all this without expression, but doesn't start.
He thought it was illogical because the gangsters were well-trained soldiers.
It seems too stupid to do such a thing at such a time.
But they 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."
When the students heard this, they immediately recoiled in fear.
I saw the gangster's eyes wandering in the crowd with a smile. The girls bowed their heads and did not dare to look directly at him, as if they would not be found.
However, the next moment, the other side's eyes actually... Stay on Nan Geng Chen!
The gangster pushed out the crowd and pulled out the thin nangengchen to take him to the room.
Qingchen looked at the scene in a daze
He's finally settled on something.
We can't wait any longer.
He didn't even know where the gangster at the back door was hiding, but he couldn't wait any longer.
This is the best opportunity.
……
Yunshang inn is built close to the mountain. Its back is not the flat ground, but the woods and mountains extending obliquely upward.
A gangster is quietly leaning against the back door, smoking.
The red end of the cigarette flickers in the dark, and the sound of tobacco burning can even be heard in the silence.
Different from the gangster at the front door, he held Glock 34 with muffler in his hand early, so that he could deal with the crisis at any time.
Suddenly, there was the sound of stones falling on the ground in the dark.
However, the gangster's first reaction was to look in the opposite direction of the sound, and the muzzle of the gun pointed to where the sound came from.
No matter who is on either side, he can make a quick response, which is the most correct way to deal with it.
No one.
His tense muscles relaxed slowly.
The gangster threw away the cigarette end in his hand, looked calmly and searched, trying to find out the source of the stone sound just now.
At this time, the voice came from the walkie talkie: "count, 1."
“2.”
“3.”
The gangster pressed the intercom and said, "4."
This second, his attention on the walkie talkie, attention and listening are also distracted.
He released the intercom and continued to look around.
In a flash, the gangster's pupils suddenly contracted, but his mouth was covered by the palm of his back. The cold dagger, like thunder, penetrated his spleen and stayed in his alveoli.
The next moment, he heard someone standing behind him, pressing the intercom and saying, "5."
The palm of his hand was released slowly, but the gangster's mouth could only make a whoosh.
The numbers are still on the intercom.
“6.”
“7.”
“8.”
No one found that two of his companions had died.
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What happened today seems to tell Qingchen a truth: the outcome of the battle is determined by the "future". Never use the information of the "past" to calculate, or you will be doomed.
It is clear that five gangsters are wanted in Kunlun. Qingchen only saw five gangsters on the bus, but now there are eight people on the intercom.
No wonder the other side so easily controlled the two Kunlun members, the original team of the other side is also growing.
There are so many people in the world who are willing to take risks for money.
Yesterday, Lin Xiaoxiao once talked to him, and the other party squatted on the chair and said with a smile: "Qingchen, when you go back to the world, you must remember not to trust anyone, because interests will change too many relationships. Human beings are profit oriented. Never underestimate human greed. Guess who invented the base station communication equipment you and Liu Dezhu used? "
Qingchen guessed: "spy?"
Lin Xiaohe shook his head with a smile: "no, it was invented secretly by securities traders in two No.1 cities in order to avoid being caught with 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 feels that there may be more and more people in the world, who will walk into the dark side of the world for their interests.
Because too many people need this opportunity to change their lives.
He put the walkie talkie into his pocket, then waved with Jiang Xue and walked into the night.
Jiang Xue squatted down and hugged Li Tongyun: "were you scared just now? Are you still afraid? "
Li Tongyun thought: "I was afraid, but brother Qingchen was not afraid to touch my head."
The little girl recalled that just after Qingchen's calculation and action in the dark, the young man seemed to be performing an art in front of the gangster.
The art of harvesting life.
……
The soles of human feet should be the softest of most animals.
If you want to fight barefoot, it is more difficult than you think. A small stone on the ground can make people show their teeth in pain.
Whenever there are other possibilities, Qingchen doesn't want to fight barefoot.
But he had no choice.
Qingchen squats quietly on a loquat tree beside the road, conceals his body shape through the thick crown of the tree, and minimizes the sound of the walkie talkie.
The swaying bonfire in the yard will shine through the cracks of the leaves from time to time, mottled on him.
It was the best place he could find in his memory. The tree was high and a distance from the inn on the cloud.
"There are six people in the yard, and there should be one outside the yard guarding at the back door," Qingchen says in her heart. It's unrealistic for her to solve seven people, especially when the gangsters are all together.
He looked down at the bloodstains on the soles of his feet. He didn't know what his feet would look like after tonight.
In the courtyard, Liu Dezhu was sitting on the ground in fear, while the person headed by the gangster was squatting in front of him, holding the muzzle of his head with a gun, and he didn't know what he was asking.
More than 40 hostages gathered together to form a group, while six gangsters in the hospital firmly held around them, and no one had a chance to escape.
To Qingchen's surprise, he saw a member of Kunlun lying on the ground, his forehead wet with sweat.
The muzzle on Kunlun members' calves is particularly eye-catching, and blood is slowly flowing out from inside, which has dyed the cement floor dark purple.
However, in such a painful moment, the other side still quietly put his right hand next to his pants pocket, and the index finger and middle finger beat rhythmically alternately, as if to convey information to the outside world.
Dada, dada.
Da, Da, Da
The index finger represents the short tone and the middle finger represents the long tone.
It's like Morse code, but Qingchen doesn't know who the other party is passing the message to.
His other companion?
Qingchen recorded the other party's knocking frequency, and turned his eyes to the courtyard.
At this time, but see a gangster in the crowd looking for, and then smile on the side of the companion do not know what to say.
Then he pulled Wang Yun's hair and pulled her out of the crowd.
Wang Yun was dragged on the ground, struggling with her legs, but eventually she was dragged into the inn.
The students looked at this scene in fear. Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tiantian wanted to stand up several times, but they were squatted by the dark and cold muzzle of the gun.
The uninjured member of Kunlun was angry, but he was beaten in the abdomen by a gangster. He lay on the ground like shrimps, with cold breath in his mouth and no sound.
Apart from that, no one dares to resist.
But at this time, no one can use morality to kidnap. It is an instinct for human beings to save themselves when danger comes. Students have not received professional training. Fear is their proper emotion.
But they didn't know that the gangster didn't intend to leave an ordinary person in the beginning.
Qingchen looks at all this without expression, but doesn't start.
He thought it was illogical because the gangsters were well-trained soldiers.
It seems too stupid to do such a thing at such a time.
But they 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."
When the students heard this, they immediately recoiled in fear.
I saw the gangster's eyes wandering in the crowd with a smile. The girls bowed their heads and did not dare to look directly at him, as if they would not be found.
However, the next moment, the other side's eyes actually... Stay on Nan Geng Chen!
The gangster pushed out the crowd and pulled out the thin nangengchen to take him to the room.
Qingchen looked at the scene in a daze
He's finally settled on something.
We can't wait any longer.
He didn't even know where the gangster at the back door was hiding, but he couldn't wait any longer.
This is the best opportunity.
……
Yunshang inn is built close to the mountain. Its back is not the flat ground, but the woods and mountains extending obliquely upward.
A gangster is quietly leaning against the back door, smoking.
The red end of the cigarette flickers in the dark, and the sound of tobacco burning can even be heard in the silence.
Different from the gangster at the front door, he held Glock 34 with muffler in his hand early, so that he could deal with the crisis at any time.
Suddenly, there was the sound of stones falling on the ground in the dark.
However, the gangster's first reaction was to look in the opposite direction of the sound, and the muzzle of the gun pointed to where the sound came from.
No matter who is on either side, he can make a quick response, which is the most correct way to deal with it.
No one.
His tense muscles relaxed slowly.
The gangster threw away the cigarette end in his hand, looked calmly and searched, trying to find out the source of the stone sound just now.
At this time, the voice came from the walkie talkie: "count, 1."
“2.”
“3.”
The gangster pressed the intercom and said, "4."
This second, his attention on the walkie talkie, attention and listening are also distracted.
He released the intercom and continued to look around.
In a flash, the gangster's pupils suddenly contracted, but his mouth was covered by the palm of his back. The cold dagger, like thunder, penetrated his spleen and stayed in his alveoli.
The next moment, he heard someone standing behind him, pressing the intercom and saying, "5."
The palm of his hand was released slowly, but the gangster's mouth could only make a whoosh.
The numbers are still on the intercom.
“6.”
“7.”
“8.”
No one found that two of his companions had died.
What happened today seems to tell Qingchen a truth: the outcome of the battle is determined by the "future". Never use the information of the "past" to calculate, or you will be doomed.It is clear that five gangsters are wanted in Kunlun. Qingchen only saw five gangsters on the bus, but now there are eight people on the intercom.No wonder the other side so easily controlled the two Kunlun members, the original team of the other side is also growing.There are so many people in the world who are willing to take risks for money.Yesterday, Lin Xiaoxiao once talked to him, and the other party squatted on the chair and said with a smile: "Qingchen, when you go back to the world, you must remember not to trust anyone, because interests will change too many relationships. Human beings are profit oriented. Never underestimate human greed. Guess who invented the base station communication equipment you and Liu Dezhu used? "Qingchen guessed: "spy?"Lin Xiaohe shook his head with a smile: "no, it was invented secretly by securities traders in two No.1 cities in order to avoid being caught with 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 feels that there may be more and more people in the world, who will walk into the dark side of the world for their interests.Because too many people need this opportunity to change their lives.He put the walkie talkie into his pocket, then waved with Jiang Xue and walked into the night.Jiang Xue squatted down and hugged Li Tongyun: "were you scared just now? Are you still afraid? "Li Tongyun thought: "I was afraid, but brother Qingchen was not afraid to touch my head."The little girl recalled that just after Qingchen's calculation and action in the dark, the young man seemed to be performing an art in front of the gangster.The art of harvesting life.The soles of human feet should be the softest of most animals.If you want to fight barefoot, it is more difficult than you think. A small stone on the ground can make people show their teeth in pain.Whenever there are other possibilities, Qingchen doesn't want to fight barefoot.But he had no choice.Qingchen squats quietly on a loquat tree beside the road, conceals his body shape through the thick crown of the tree, and minimizes the sound of the walkie talkie.The swaying bonfire in the yard will shine through the cracks of the leaves from time to time, mottled on him.It was the best place he could find in his memory. The tree was high and a distance from the inn on the cloud."There are six people in the yard, and there should be one outside the yard guarding at the back door," Qingchen says in her heart. It's unrealistic for her to solve seven people, especially when the gangsters are all together.He looked down at the bloodstains on the soles of his feet. He didn't know what his feet would look like after tonight.In the courtyard, Liu Dezhu was sitting on the ground in fear, while the person headed by the gangster was squatting in front of him, holding the muzzle of his head with a gun, and he didn't know what he was asking.More than 40 hostages gathered together to form a group, while six gangsters in the hospital firmly held around them, and no one had a chance to escape.To Qingchen's surprise, he saw a member of Kunlun lying on the ground, his forehead wet with sweat.The muzzle on Kunlun members' calves is particularly eye-catching, and blood is slowly flowing out from inside, which has dyed the cement floor dark purple.However, in such a painful moment, the other side still quietly put his right hand next to his pants pocket, and the index finger and middle finger beat rhythmically alternately, as if to convey information to the outside world.Dada, dada.Da, Da, DaThe index finger represents the short tone and the middle finger represents the long tone.It's like Morse code, but Qingchen doesn't know who the other party is passing the message to.His other companion?Qingchen recorded the other party's knocking frequency, and turned his eyes to the courtyard.At this time, but see a gangster in the crowd looking for, and then smile on the side of the companion do not know what to say.Then he pulled Wang Yun's hair and pulled her out of the crowd.Wang Yun was dragged on the ground, struggling with her legs, but eventually she was dragged into the inn.The students looked at this scene in fear. Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tiantian wanted to stand up several times, but they were squatted by the dark and cold muzzle of the gun.The uninjured member of Kunlun was angry, but he was beaten in the abdomen by a gangster. He lay on the ground like shrimps, with cold breath in his mouth and no sound.Apart from that, no one dares to resist.But at this time, no one can use morality to kidnap. It is an instinct for human beings to save themselves when danger comes. Students have not received professional training. Fear is their proper emotion.But they didn't know that the gangster didn't intend to leave an ordinary person in the beginning.Qingchen looks at all this without expression, but doesn't start.He thought it was illogical because the gangsters were well-trained soldiers.It seems too stupid to do such a thing at such a time.But they 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."When the students heard this, they immediately recoiled in fear.I saw the gangster's eyes wandering in the crowd with a smile. The girls bowed their heads and did not dare to look directly at him, as if they would not be found.However, the next moment, the other side's eyes actually... Stay on Nan Geng Chen!The gangster pushed out the crowd and pulled out the thin nangengchen to take him to the room.Qingchen looked at the scene in a dazeHe's finally settled on something.We can't wait any longer.He didn't even know where the gangster at the back door was hiding, but he couldn't wait any longer.This is the best opportunity.Yunshang inn is built close to the mountain. Its back is not the flat ground, but the woods and mountains extending obliquely upward.A gangster is quietly leaning against the back door, smoking.The red end of the cigarette flickers in the dark, and the sound of tobacco burning can even be heard in the silence.Different from the gangster at the front door, he held Glock 34 with muffler in his hand early, so that he could deal with the crisis at any time.Suddenly, there was the sound of stones falling on the ground in the dark.However, the gangster's first reaction was to look in the opposite direction of the sound, and the muzzle of the gun pointed to where the sound came from.No matter who is on either side, he can make a quick response, which is the most correct way to deal with it.No one.His tense muscles relaxed slowly.The gangster threw away the cigarette end in his hand, looked calmly and searched, trying to find out the source of the stone sound just now.At this time, the voice came from the walkie talkie: "count, 1."2.3.The gangster pressed the intercom and said, "4."This second, his attention on the walkie talkie, attention and listening are also distracted.He released the intercom and continued to look around.In a flash, the gangster's pupils suddenly contracted, but his mouth was covered by the palm of his back. The cold dagger, like thunder, penetrated his spleen and stayed in his alveoli.The next moment, he heard someone standing behind him, pressing the intercom and saying, "5."The palm of his hand was released slowly, but the gangster's mouth could only make a whoosh.The numbers are still on the intercom.6.7.8.No one found that two of his companions had died.
