Outside the motel, a black van parked in the shadows.
It was also dark inside the car. The man sitting in the passenger seat took out a small radar. After seeing the red light spot coincide with the center point, he looked up at the motel.
"The target is inside! Be careful and don't make too much noise. Remember, all we want is goods. We can't kill anyone. Try not to kill anyone. Do you understand?"
Behind them, five guys wearing black suits and holding weapons nodded simultaneously.
"Very good! Action! Will, don't turn off the car. If you see a police officer or suspicious person approaching, sound the siren!"
"Understood!" The man sitting in the driver's seat, whose face was obviously slightly older, nodded with a determined expression.
After receiving a satisfactory answer, the man in the passenger seat pushed open the door and got out of the car, looked at the motel door, took out the pistol from the inner holster, and loaded it with a click.
He lowered the muzzle of the gun, held the handle of the gun with both hands, and stretched his fingers flat without touching the trigger port.
This is a standard gun-holding action to prevent misfire.
He had everything prepared and was waiting for the others to get off the car and walk to the motel together.
But after waiting for seven or eight seconds, the rear door never opened.
The man was a little angry. He turned around and stuck his head into the car, cursing in a low voice: "Are you all deaf? I told you to go..."
His voice stopped suddenly, his eyes widened, and he took a step back suddenly as if he was frightened. He quickly raised his hands holding the gun and pointed it at the van.
The six people in the car and the cab disappeared silently at this time.
There was no sound or any warning. The man just got off the bus. When he turned back, his companions were gone.
This frightened the man so much that his whole nerves were tense. He kept swallowing his saliva and raised his pistol to be wary of his surroundings.
Any slightest movement can make him jump with fear.
How is this going?
Where did the person go? Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye? Did I encounter something unclean?
His mind was constantly churning, and all kinds of miscellaneous, related and unrelated thoughts kept coming and going, making his mind particularly chaotic.
At this moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder without any warning.
He reflexively turned around and squatted down, pointed the muzzle upward and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
But although the gun fired, the bullets were empty. There was no one behind him, but the hand on his shoulder was still firmly on it.
The man's whole body felt bad. Just when he was about to grit his teeth and pull the hand off his shoulder, the hand suddenly grabbed his neck and pulled it back hard.
As soon as it reached the black space door, it flashed away and swallowed it up smoothly. The entire process did not make a single noise.
At this time, the motel manager, wearing flip-flops and nervously holding a shotgun, rushed out.
The first thing he saw was the car parked opposite, and he immediately raised his gun.
He approached cautiously, his whole body tense.
At this moment, a young man wearing a jacket and hat came out of the van.
At this time, he was lowering his head, holding a box and beating it constantly.
"It's so unlucky that the tire got a puncture!"
The young man muttered and raised his head, just in time to see the black muzzle of the gun. He raised his hands with great deftness and dropped the box to the ground again.
"Hey, man, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, I'm just an errand boy!"
The administrator was a little suspicious, "Why are you running errands so late at night?"
The young man was a little helpless: "It's urgent. It's a car part. The receipt on the surface of the box has the recipient. You can take a look for yourself. He should be your resident tonight!"
The administrator did not believe it easily. He took two steps back, keeping his gun pointed at the young man, but glanced at the four tires with unusual caution, "Did you just say a puncture?"
"That's right, but instead of the four tires, the spare tire in the trunk suddenly burst. It almost scared me to death just now!"
The young man explained, then slowed down his movements, opened the rear door bit by bit, pulled out a punctured tire and threw it on the ground.
The administrator was speechless when he saw the morning glory on the outside stage.
He put away the gun quickly: "Man, I deeply sympathize!"
The young man was helpless and said, "You don't know, you almost scared me to death just now!"
He was about to pick up the package, glanced at the list on it, and said, "The recipient is David Maitreya, are you familiar with it?"
"Maitreya! I know! It seems that what you just said is true. Sorry, I was a little too nervous just now!"
"It's okay, I'm not hurt anyway! Can you please hand over the package? I have an urgent order waiting for me!"
"No problem!" The administrator readily agreed and reached out to take the box. The young man said goodbye and left quickly.
But the young man didn't stop. After getting in the car, he walked away, turned a corner, and disappeared.
Inside the yard, beside the bonfire, Gao Ning withdrew part of his attention and watched a group of people happily playing the I-draw-you-guess game, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Six people, good harvest tonight!
Although they are all low-class criminals, it is still okay for them to still open up wasteland on a wild planet.
Although there is no requirement for the number of people to upgrade.
However, Gao Ning’s portable prison faces development difficulties and shortage of manpower.
When upgrading the wild planet, the horror cruise ship Aiolos was sucked in by magical power and torn into pieces on the spot.
Now Gao Ning no longer has any bugs.
There are only more than 12,000 people on the entire wild planet. Such a small number of people, scattered over a land as large as two Asian continents, is like spreading a handful of salt on the desert and disappearing in an instant.
Fortunately, the system still recognizes their identities as prisoners. As long as Gao Ning is willing, he can teleport them to Alcatraz Island with just a thought.
Having a full meal once in three days will prevent them from starving to death.
But if you want to eat well every time, you have to find a way to open up wasteland and work hard.
But if we want to continue civilization, just these 10,000 people are not enough. Gao Ning’s wild planet is so hungry and thirsty!
He glanced at David Miller who was actively answering questions calmly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
This is a good bait.
I wonder how many desperate vendors can be attracted by two tons of hemp leaves?
"Miller! David Miles!"
The administrator suddenly appeared and shouted David's name.
David was a little confused and stood up.
"There's a delivery for you!"
The administrator came over, threw the box to David, and turned and left without saying a word.
David was a little confused. He looked at his wife, then at the administrator who left, and scratched his head: "What is going on?"
