On the side of the roadside of the Xinxin Newspaper office, Zhang Tianhao looked at the entire street. It was already silent at this time, and there was not even a pedestrian in sight. The street, which did not even have street lights, seemed extremely quiet.
There wasn't even a pedestrian in sight. Almost all the lights were turned off, and there wasn't even a trace of light. Zhang Tianhao felt that it was quiet, too quiet.
Standing in the shadow under a house, Zhang Tianhao felt an inexplicable depressing atmosphere, as if this place was a place of death.
How could this be?
He was also a little strange, how could he have such an idea? After all, no matter where he was, he never had this inexplicable feeling, and this feeling became even more dull.
Taking a deep breath, and then slowly letting out the uneasy feeling in his heart, he looked around, and then did not walk towards the Xinxin Newspaper office.
Instead, he huddled directly in the shadows below, like a ghost, walking through the darkest shadows, and he was getting closer and closer to the Xinxin newspaper office.
Three hundred meters was a relatively safe distance, but his footsteps suddenly stopped and he looked up at the teahouse where he had been drinking tea that morning.
He sniffed slightly, and his face became a little gloomy.
Because he smelled a very faint smell of smoke in the air. If he were an ordinary person, he wouldn't be able to smell it without Zhang Tianhao's sensitive sense of smell.
The smell of smoke seemed to be coming from the window, and even Zhang Tianhao didn't expect it.
He raised his head and looked around, looking at one window after another. With his eyesight, within a distance of nearly a hundred meters, even if the surroundings were pitch black, he could still make out an outline.
He stood there and looked around, and something unexpected happened to him.
"They're all locked up. So which window is the smell of cigarettes coming from?"
He couldn't help but follow the smell of smoke and slowly walked towards the direction where the smell of smoke was coming from.
It's just that there are shops on both sides, and they are lined up in rows, and some are even two-story buildings.
At first glance, you may not really see anything.
He calmed down and walked over. As he got closer and closer, he became more and more careful.
He almost always walked close to the wall, with not much change on his face. When he walked from one side to the opposite tea house, the corner of his mouth still twitched.
It turns out that a window on the first floor of the teahouse is slightly opened. If people sit inside, they can directly notice the Xinxin Newspaper office opposite.
The smell of cigarettes wafted directly from the window. As he approached, he slowly heard faint movement inside.
When he came to the window, he tried his best to listen to what was going on inside.
My heart slowly sank, and the sounds inside became clearer and clearer.
Three, three people's breathing slowly entered his ears.
"There is really something wrong with the teahouse. No wonder when we were drinking tea this morning, both the shopkeeper and the waiters had a bad feeling."
He carefully took out a smoke blower, then took out a small pipe, slowly came to the window, and slowly blew the smoke inside.
Anyway, it was pitch dark all around at this time, and there was no way to see what was going on outside. Even if he blew the smoke over, no one would notice.
It stands to reason that if there is a line of sight, then the smoke can definitely be seen.
But the people inside didn't notice it, not to mention that the people inside were still sleeping, their breathing was weak, and they were obviously asleep.
Being on duty alone is definitely a good thing for Zhang Tianhao.
After about three minutes, I heard a slight noise coming from inside, as if something had fallen on the table.
"It's done!"
A proud smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Tianhao's lips, and then he carefully opened the window without making any sound. After another pause, he raised his head and looked inside.
On the table near the window, all three people were lying there, as if they were all sleeping.
As the air outside communicates with the air inside, the smoky smell inside quickly disappears.
He turned over and went straight in, then looked at the three people, namely the clerk and the shopkeeper during the day.
He stretched out his hand and pinched it gently, and heard a click, and the shopkeeper immediately became the soul of his subordinates.
Then he followed the same pattern, and the other two guys also became dead souls in his hands. Then he found three pistols and three magazines from the three people.
"It's done!"
He looked at the three dead shopkeepers and waiters, then looked outside, and quietly sneaked upstairs to the second floor. He continued to check here, but found no one.
He breathed a sigh of relief and went back downstairs.
He took out some wine and sprinkled it directly around the three bodies, then carefully closed the window and came outside again. But he was even more careful.
He continued to dive forward, like a cat, not very fast, but he landed silently.
Just when he was about to reach the opposite side of a new newspaper office, a voice suddenly reached his ears.
"Captain, let me relieve myself and go out for a while."
"What the hell, why are there so many things going on? Don't you know it's a mission period now?"
Although both of them spoke in a lowered voice, Zhang Tianhao could still pick up on each other's conversation with his hearing, which made Zhang Tianhao stunned.
Zhang Tianhao immediately shrank his body upwards and grasped a beam on the top with both hands. Then he saw a young man walking out from five or six meters away from him, and then turned to a small alley on the side.
He went straight to urinating, but he also didn't forget to look around. It was obvious that he was quite concerned about the safety of the surroundings.
"Damn it, waiting like this won't be in vain again, will it? This is already the third night!"
Along with the sound of "squeaking" drainage, I heard the man complaining softly. Although the voice was small, it was still so eye-catching in the quiet environment.
Zhang Tianhao put down his body again, carefully landed on the ground, then took two steps and came directly behind that person.
Before the team member could react, Zhang Tianhao covered his mouth with one hand and turned the man's neck with the other.
"Crack!"
There was another soft sound, and the young man who was still draining the water began to slowly fall down, as if his whole body had completely lost all strength.
Zhang Tianhao held the body in one hand, then grabbed the black hat with the other hand and brought it directly to his head. Then he took out a pistol and a magazine from his body and put it away.
"Haha, congratulations, you have to act like a dog."
Zhang Tianhao muttered something for him in his heart, and even missed Amitabha Buddha, but time did not allow him to think too much, so he slowly put the body down.
Zhang Tianhao came to the front door of the store with his hat on, opened the door and walked in.
After all, no one suspected that the person who came in was not one of theirs, but a god of death, a god of death who could kill the enemy without blinking an eye.
Although it is dark here and there is no light, the smell of smoke here is still quite strong. However, the doors and windows here are well placed, so there is almost no smell of smoke outside.
This chapter has been completed!