I gritted my teeth, stepped on the accelerator, and sped towards the address Ling Kong gave me.
When we were almost driving to the place, the scenery on both sides had gradually faded away. There were no tall buildings, only dilapidated factories. The dark night was eroding the weeds illuminated by the dim street lights, as if they were randomly smeared with poor quality paint.
The oil painting adds a terrifying setting to this road.
I turned into a sloping alley. This place is called Shanghai TV No. 13 Factory. It used to be a place where big trucks frequently came in and out to pull goods. People who had taken orders crowded around and looked at the door. But today
, this factory has withdrawn from the stage of history together with cathode ray tube televisions. Only an abandoned factory building is left, and a large area of no man's land next to it is waiting for demolition.
The factory door is wide open, which is sad.
With an uneasy mood, I entered the factory gate. The car bumped violently on the dirt road and slowly stopped against the wall. I took out the pistol, which Tian Xingyang gave me when I said goodbye to Dong Hao's father early this morning.
.Without the gun number, it cannot be traced.
Is Ling Kong hiding in a corner? Is there any trap here, just waiting for me to dig into it?
Huang Dingpeng should not be here. I remember that opposite the window of the special ward where Mingying and Xin Xiaoxin lived, there was a taller building. On the top of that building, you could overlook the entire ward. Ling Kong must have arranged for Huang Dingpeng to threaten me with such confidence.
There, he held the M40A3, which could be fatal at any time, and pointed at the three lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the ward.
I opened the car door and waited for a few seconds before getting out of the car. I quickly ducked into the corner and saw no movement. I entered a factory building first. The complete darkness made me almost blind. I hid behind a pillar and waited for a while before turning on my phone.
I put on the flashlight and reached out my hand to shake it twice.
If Ling Kong was waiting for me with a gun, he would probably shoot when he saw the light. After shaking the phone a few times, I found no danger, so I returned along the original path, exited the factory, and walked lightly against the wall.
Before entering the next building, I smelled a faint fragrance in the air, which seemed to be the smell of soap or body wash.
Three taboos in hunting: light, sound, and smell. Leaving a shadow, making sounds, and smelling will make the prey discover you and lose the initiative. Therefore, hunters generally stand downwind of the prey. Ling Kong escapes from the iron prison
, the body must be extremely stinky. No matter who it is, the first thing is to wash and rinse well. But after using too much body wash, the smell becomes extremely strong.
Ling Kong was probably in this factory.
I didn't rush in, but walked around and looked up. The factory building has about three floors. In addition to the front door, there is also a back door in a hidden place. It must have been for the convenience of the workers.
It was opened to go to the toilet. This door does not have the smell of shower gel. I guess Ling Kong didn't notice this door. In this case, I will catch him off guard from here.
I walked in quietly, keeping my body as low as possible and walking close to the wall. The factory was completely dark and I couldn't see my fingers. If I turned on the light at this time and exposed my location to the killer in the dark, it would be no different from committing suicide.
After finally reaching the corner, I discovered that there was a staircase next to it. I hid in the corner of the stairs, turned on the flashlight of my mobile phone and took a few quick photos of the first floor, but there was no movement.
Could it be that Ling Kong is on the second floor?
I had no choice but to touch up. At this time, I relaxed my nerves a little. Unexpectedly, I just took two steps, and suddenly my ankle tightened when I stepped up the step, as if it was trapped by a rope. My whole body shook violently, and the trapped foot
has been lifted up.
It's a trap!
I was so shocked that I was lifted up like a chicken. Seeing that my back was about to leave the ground, I had no choice but to raise my gun and shoot at the noose on my feet.
Shot twice.
Fortunately, a shot hit the noose. The rope broke and I fell heavily on the stairs. My spine was painful. If I hadn't reacted quickly and been lifted higher, I might not have had to take action.
He was also crippled from the fall. After landing, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground soon came from not far away.
I suddenly realized that what caught me just now was a fixed pulley lasso. What fell to the ground was the weight on the other end of the rope.
There was no time to hesitate. The sound of gunfire had already exposed my whereabouts. At this time, I could only quickly roll down the steps and stick to the wall next to me, pointing my gun upward, for fear that Ling Kong would take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
The entire factory was still quiet, with no movement at all.
The darkness, the killer in the darkness and the death-like silence drove me almost crazy.
Seeing that there was no danger for the time being, I took out my mobile phone, operated it a few times, and put it in my pocket.
I didn't know if there were any traps ahead, so I was walking extremely carefully, wary of any hidden lines on the ground. Suddenly, I saw some light coming from the second floor window, and a dark shadow flashed.
I didn't panic, I slowly lowered my body and groped forward. At this moment, I couldn't mess up my rhythm. If I caught up with him and stepped into a trap, I would be courting death.
Seeing that I was still silent and unfazed by his temptation, the black figure seemed a little anxious and dodged again, but not quickly. I was waiting for this moment. I shot him immediately.
The black shadow swayed and fell to the ground. It seemed that he had been hit, but no shouts were heard.
Is this just a fake bait?
I hurriedly leaned down on the steps, and soon after I said that, there was a gunshot, and my hair flew up. This was the air flow caused by the spiral advancement of the bullet. Fortunately, I leaned down in time, otherwise he would be dead by now.
I couldn't be polite, so I fired another shot, hitting the spot where the opponent had been shining brightly when he fired. However, I heard the bullet hit the wall.
The other party said loudly: "Ling Kong, Ling Kong, are you okay?" This was not Ling Kong's voice, it was a bit sharp and I had never heard it before.
A low and hoarse voice sounded, saying: "It's okay. Ah..." The voice behind sounded quite painful.
This is exactly the voice of Ling Kong.
I gritted my teeth.
To be honest, the voice that came from the disposable phone did not sound like Ling Kong’s. I was still doubting whether it was Ling Kong himself. Now it seems that Ling Kong must have used some kind of voice changer, or a disposable
The phone signal was forced in and the call quality was very poor.
Listening to his painful groan just now, could it be that the black figure I just hit was Ling Kong?
However, the person who asked about Ling Kong's injuries after shooting me seemed to be another person. So, Ling Kong also brought helpers to surround and annihilate me? Thanks to me just hitting Ling Kong, we are basically in balance now.
Suddenly, a gentle "ding" sound sounded.
I was shocked.
This is the sound of pulling off a grenade fuse! Anyone who is used to playing CS will remember this weapon that leaves the enemy nowhere to hide in melee combat. I quickly used my hands and feet to climb up the steps. As soon as I got out of the steps, I rolled to the right a few times.
Lying in the corner.
Sure enough, it was a grenade! I could only hear a few ping-pong-pang sounds of metal objects rolling down the steps, coming from where I had just been hiding, followed by a loud, deafening sound, and fragments of the grenade flew everywhere, searching for the target like a rain of flowers in the sky.
The explosive power of the grenade is not the most lethal, these fragments are the real killers. If I had been a few seconds late, I would have turned into a hornet's nest like black coal by now.
Damn! The opponent even used grenades, what other tricks are there?
Just listen to the sharp voice from under the window: "Lingkong, are you okay?"
"Go and see how that guy is doing?" Ling Kong said in a hoarse voice.
It seems that Ling Kong was indeed hit by me and his injuries were not serious.
I took advantage of this opportunity and shouted: "Lingkong! Why do you need to lose both sides? Why don't we each take a step back, and we won't offend each other in the future!"
Ling Kong gritted his teeth and snorted angrily, but did not answer.
As I spoke, I shifted my position and continued: "As long as you let Mrs. Yin come up with the antidote to revive Dong Hao, you still have a way to survive!"
"Don't even think about it! I must... I'm incompatible with you!" Ling Kong gasped in pain.
When he said this, I was walking quickly with my waist bent, and quietly touched Lingkong.
The sharp voice suddenly shouted: "Ling Kong! Ling Kong!"
Ling Kong did not answer.
I suddenly had a strange feeling. Could it be that I shot him to death with just one shot? Isn't it a bit too easy? Could it be that this guy has done many evil things and he deserved to be hit like this?
Suddenly, Ling Kong's voice sounded again, saying in a more painful and feeble tone: "That's it! Let him do it! Fuck...fuck your mother..."
After that, there was no more movement.
The sharp voice didn't speak anymore. I heard the sound of him pressing the keyboard of the mobile phone. He wanted to follow Ling Kong's last words and call Huang Dingpeng who was guarding Yueyang Hospital and ask him to kill Mingying!
How could I let you succeed! At this time, I was already close to behind the pillar where Ling Kong was. I rolled on the spot, pointed towards the bright light of the mobile phone screen behind the pillar, raised my gun and shot.
The man's reaction was also very fast. He dodged when he saw what happened, and hid around the pillar with me.
I leapt up, swept my legs with a short body, and attacked the man's lower body. The man took a step back and raised his gun at me. At this time, my gun was also pointed at him.
With the help of a little light from my cell phone, I saw that this man was wearing a heavy hood, and I didn't know who he really was.
I said coldly: "Throw the phone over."
The man sneered and didn't answer me. He and I were just confronting each other, both trying to figure out how to kill the other person and save ourselves. At this moment, the competition was about psychological quality, to see who would collapse first under the threat of the other person's gun.
I continued: "You have three lives in your hands, plus you have four, I only have one life. If you want to shoot or make a phone call, I will accompany you."
The man did not continue to press the button, but only took a step back. I stared at him without blinking, with no intention of giving in. The man took two more steps back, and I said loudly: "If you take one more step back, I will
open……"
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist and threw the phone towards me.
I didn't pick it up, but immediately dodged to the left. He did this in order to shoot me first while I was focused on my phone. Sure enough, just as I hid behind the pillar, there was a gunshot and bullets fired.
It hit the pillar and bounced against the wall, sparks flying everywhere.
After stabilizing my body, I turned around and fired two shots at the shiny mobile phone on the ground, beating it to pieces. Just as I was about to stand up, there was a rush of footsteps that gradually faded away, and the man ran away!
I quickly put my head out, took out my cell phone and took two false photos to confirm that the man had run downstairs, so I chased after him, fearing that if he left the place, Huang Dingpeng would be given an execution order.
As soon as I reached the stairs, the man hid at the corner of the stairs and stretched out his gun to snipe me.
Two bullets flew past my cheek, and I could almost feel their heat.
I stopped chasing rashly and fired back twice, then took out my cell phone and called Mingying.
"Hello? I'm Lin You. Are you and Zhao Chen in the ward now?"
"Yes."
"Where's Xiaoxin?"
"He seems to have gone downstairs to buy something."
"Well, listen to me, there may be a sniper outside your window, upstairs across the street. Ask Zhao Chen to go to the window, suddenly lie down, and then close the curtains. As soon as she lies down, roll off the bed.