On the dark long road, two bright yellow headlights swayed in. As the engine stopped, a large jeep parked at the school gate.
Jackal, who was wearing a suit and collar, opened the door and got out of the car. He looked around, then looked up at the looming outline of the building in the darkness, and sneered: "I'll choose a place for myself!"
His mood has been extremely bad these two days. He asked someone to check Mazilian's bank account information, but he didn't know the result. He couldn't check the card number, and he didn't dare to check it, which meant 25 million
It's wasted and there's no chance of getting it back!
For a moment, Jackal had to wonder if Pockmarked Face had already been prepared to take it for himself.
The words just fell.
But I saw the outline of a figure appearing in the darkness. It turned out to be Xiaolang. Wearing a dark blue vest and carrying a saber in his hand, he came straight to the Jackal and whispered: "Fifth brother, Mazi and the others are not here."
came."
In the past two days, Xiaolang and his brothers came to Hope Elementary School early to set up an ambush, but they never expected to find any trace of Mazi.
"Brother, this guy won't just take the money and run away with the blood jade, right?"
Xiaolang's tone couldn't help but be a little worried.
This kind of thing is not impossible. If it is true, not to mention losing his wife and losing troops, how should the boss, One-Eyed Owl, explain it.
"No, he doesn't dare!"
Jackal shook his head slightly and said firmly:
"Mazi has the blood jade in his hand now, and he is still qualified to trade with me. Once he runs away incognito and waits for the boss to find him, he may not be able to survive or die."
The little wolf was startled, then nodded vigorously.
He didn't believe in Mazi's courage, but he believed in the methods of the boss, the One-Eyed Owl. This was definitely not the first time for them to steal treasures, but no one had ever been able to truly swallow something.
That's why the brothers feared the one-eyed owl more than they respected him.
As the saying goes, evil people will be punished by evil people!
"Let's go in and wait."
Jackal raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.
Seven fifty.
There are still ten minutes left before the appointed time.
Jackal adjusted his collar and walked towards the teaching building. He wanted to see what the pockmarked face could do!
His money is not that easy to get!
…
The walls of the building are covered with vines, and there are faint traces of cracks after the fire burned.
A huge bonfire was burning on the first floor.
"Fifth brother, sixth brother."
"Fifth brother, sixth brother."
When a dozen men with fierce faces saw the jackal and the cub coming in together, they all stood up from the worn-out wooden blocks.
Jackal nodded slightly and asked directly: "Is there a problem here?"
"We found that there were not only traces of fighting on the third and fourth floors, but also many bomb craters." One of his subordinates replied.
Hearing this, Jackal couldn't help but frown.
His suspicious temper made him want to think more.
How can there be so many coincidences in the world? There must be a deep meaning in choosing this place for pockmarked face to trade. Could it be...
There are other people behind him, are they cooperating or manipulating?
"Is there Brother Pai upstairs?" Jackal said.
"Yes, they all have guns in their hands!"
Xiaolang immediately replied: "There is also a sniper rifle, specifically aimed at the outside. If they come, we will know it immediately."
Jackal nodded and looked at his phone again.
Seven fifty-five.
I don't know why, but suddenly, I had a bad feeling in my heart.
His preparation still seemed insufficient.
When this thought arose, Jackal subconsciously glanced at the brothers standing around him. In front of these people, ordinary criminals were just insignificant and not worth mentioning at all.
'Mazi, what can the two of them do!' Jackal thought to himself.
"Have a cigarette."
Jackal came to the door, blocked the wind, lit the tobacco, took a deep breath, raised his eyes and looked forward.
The soft moonlight shines on the dirt road covered with long grass, and the silhouette in the distance is vaguely visible.
"The moonlight is so bright tonight."
He couldn't help but think.
Subconsciously he looked up.
In front of the silver-gray moon disk.
A man in jet black armor was standing on the edge of the top floor of the teaching building.
He looked down at the sparks that ignited from time to time below, with a ferocious smile on his lips.
Fallen leaves swirled and drifted down.
But there was no trace of anyone.
…
A room located in the corner of the fourth floor.
Two murderers stay here.
One of them held a sniper rifle in his hand, leaning against the window edge with his eyes against the scope to observe the situation outside.
"How's it going? Are the pockmarked people here?"
Another person held melon seeds in his palm, spat out the shells, and asked casually.
"There's not even a single figure, but counting the time, it should be almost eight o'clock." the sniper replied.
"He is good at choosing a place. There is a musty smell everywhere here. After eating a few melon seeds, he ate a mouthful of ashes."
The man complained with an unhappy expression.
"Who told you to carry those melon seeds with you no matter what?"
The sniper complained speechlessly, and then couldn't help but asked curiously: "What do you think the pockmark is for? Money?"
suddenly.
The sound of eating melon seeds behind him disappeared, and all he could hear quietly was his gradually heavier breathing.
The sniper swallowed and moved his eyes slightly, but when he saw a figure on the window sill in front of him, the muscles in his arms tightened suddenly, and he reached out to pull out the pistol from his waist.
Phew~
The slender and sharp spearhead penetrated the heart and passed through the chest.
Without even having a chance to lower his head and take one last look, his consciousness dissipated in an instant.
in the house.
A ferocious ghost's face emerged from the shadow, and he was holding another man's neck in his hand. The murderer's face was red, and he beat the arm desperately, but in vain. He heard a crunching sound, and his throat was suddenly cut off.
"Two on the third floor and one on the second floor."
Yang Chao passed through the wall, looked at Li Kui's armor with envy, and said softly.
armor,
That’s a man’s romance!
Li Kui nodded, stepped back, and disappeared instantly.
…
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8:05.
Jackal stared at the hands on his watch, his expression so gloomy that he could drop water.
No one came!
Did he really take the money and run away?
Many speculations ran through my mind.
Suddenly, as if something had occurred to him, Jackal turned around and asked Xiaolang: "How many minutes has it been since the brother upstairs reported the situation?"
"five minutes."
Xiaolang replied immediately.
As soon as this conversation came out, the dozen or so people in the building stood up one after another as if they had been stimulated, and they all looked a little surprised.
"ask!"
Jackal opened and closed his palms nervously and shouted directly: "Let's see what's going on."
Just when Xiaolang was about to pick up the walkie-talkie.
A shrill scream rang in everyone's ears, and they all turned their heads to look.
Immediately, he saw slender and dark tentacles piercing a person's chest, dragging him deeper into the darkness.
The fire was extinguished.
"Hold!"
After cursing briefly, Jackal picked up his pistol and fired several shots!
Bang bang bang.
The firelight that lights up from time to time reveals the Jackal's uncertain face.
When the rabbit rises and the falcon falls.
The sound disappeared.
Until someone turned on a flashlight and looked into the corridor, they saw a body covered in bullet holes, vomiting blood, and looking straight at them.