Chapter three hundred and seventy-eight start heavy
I held the brick tightly in my hand and ran towards the target with all my strength.
A distance of more than 20 meters, I ran hard, my heart began to beat violently due to overload, and I began to feel faint pain.
Maybe the actual time was only three or four seconds. In short, when I stood in front of the strong man with long hair and tattoos, my arms began to tremble slightly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Chujiu jumping up and hitting the target's head with his fist.
Zhang Xuan had already moved behind her target, raised the heel of her palm and aimed it at the back of the strong man's neck.
The strong man with long hair and tattoos in front of me was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed slightly, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed. His eyelids were beating slightly, as if he could wake up at any time.
"Guo Guo."
"Qin Feng."
Zhang Xuan and Chujiu urged at the same time. They had already solved their target and ran towards me anxiously.
The eyelids of the strong man in front of him trembled more and more frequently. He yawned and opened his eyes in a daze.
I stood a foot away from the strong man. The pupils in the strong man's eyes gradually shrank, then returned to normal and became clear. While showing an expression of surprise, his right hand reached for the gun stuck in the waistband of his trousers.
Chujiu and Zhang Xuan saw that I was still standing there, shouting my name. Zhang Xuan, who was less than ten meters away from me, reached out and pulled out the pistol in the holster.
The moment the strong man drew his gun, he turned sideways to hide, and at the same time raised his foot and kicked me towards me.
I was completely confused and instinctively raised my arm to hit the strong man on the head.
At this moment, my mind went blank, and I didn't have any extra thoughts to think about how much strength I needed to use.
"Pa~"
There was a loud noise, and I felt severe pain in my palm, and the brick in my hand instantly broke into countless small pieces.
Zhang Xuan had a look of surprise on her face, Chujiu frowned, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching, as if she had seen something incredible.
The strong man in front of him fell back together with the seat, and the chair made a faint sound when it touched the ground.
Looking at the strong man again, deep red blood seeped out from between his long hair, and within a short while a thick black-red pool appeared on the ground.
"Guo Guo, I didn't expect you to be so fierce."
Chujiu stood next to me and glanced at the strong man who had passed out underground. He must have been peeing in the corner in the middle of the night.
Zhang Xuan squatted down and touched the carotid artery of the strong man. The bleeding in his head had stopped and he would not die for the time being. Hearing Chujiu's words, he asked doubtfully what this had to do with where he peeed.
Chujiu grinned. There was a strong smell of urine on the bricks he threw to me. This was cause and effect.
"Maybe other people are peeing in that corner too."
"Then this one must be sprinkled the most often."
The nonsensical conversation between the two made me feel completely relaxed, and I casually wiped off the brick powder remaining on my palms on my pants.
"What's next?"
Chujiu's eyes signaled him to look behind the shelves deep in the warehouse. Zhang Xuan pulled out the pistol from the strong man's waist and took a look. Then he rummaged around in the strong man's trouser pocket for a long time and found another magazine.
"Here, here it is for you. Now it's time to ask Mr. Xu."
Zhang Xuan recognized at a glance that this was an overseas standard pistol, a model used by the army. She muttered that she did not expect the power of Hongmei to be so powerful. She originally thought it was just a smuggled gun from a black workshop.
"Ah? Can you really give it to us?"
After putting away the other three pistols, Zhang Xuan pinned two of them to her body and forced a pistol and a magazine into the hands of Chujiu and I.
"I'll defend you first. As for whether I can take him away for you, you still need to tell the deputy commander."
Zhang Xuan told us that in fact, she could have told her superiors and confiscated two handfuls, but she was worried that we would have other troubles later, so it would be better to tell Wan Li.
Even if these stolen goods were collected, they would be registered and then thrown into the army's warehouse. In the end, they would just end up as a pile of scrap metal.
"Can't you use it as our resource for the soldiers to use?"
Zhang Xuan looked at me as if I was mentally retarded. Our soldiers can only use the types of weapons specified by us, except in critical moments of life and death on the battlefield.
The gun numbers of these four pistols are all worn away, and it can only be seen that they are standard weapons commonly used by Southeast Asian armies. As for the specific countries and units, there is no way to find out.
Zhang Xuan put away his pistol and loaded the newly captured pistol. This way, even if he shot the opponent, he would save himself some trouble. The thought of writing a report has given him a headache over the years.
Chujiu and I stared at Zhang Xuan in surprise. King Bing's behavior was really shocking.
Zhang Xuan said with some embarrassment that in fact, there were times when she did not write reports. She told her superiors that during the fierce battle, she only thought about the mission and forgot about other things. Anyway, all the bullets were given to the enemy.
We chatted and followed Zhang Xuan to the shelves in the center of the warehouse. After entering the warehouse, Zhang Xuan took a look at the internal structure and had a detailed attack route.
In the middle part of the warehouse, which is covered by shelves, there are only some normal goods placed, and no abnormalities were found.
The innermost part of the warehouse was still like this. The three of us were puzzled. Do we need to send four people with guns to protect these groceries?
At first glance, they are basically large pieces of fabric. Even if someone comes to steal it, a few more people probably won't be able to carry it.
Chujiu looked at me instinctively, thinking that such a brain-consuming thing still needs to be done.
Zhang Xuan also looked at me. When someone was thinking, she was too lazy to think.
What a little Taoist Ivan said with great potential, what a great soldier in the reconnaissance company after 10,000 miles.
I didn’t hold anyone back in this attack, okay?
The two of them sat on the cloth on the ground with idle expressions. Zhang Xuan turned her head and stared at the exhaust vent in a daze. Chujiu stared at the gun in his hand and asked Zhang Xuan what to do if the bullets ran out.
I had no choice but to close my eyes and recall all the useful clues over and over again. According to the results shown in the hexagrams, there was no way I would gain nothing today.
"Chujiu, do you remember how much fried rice Hongmei took with her when she left the food stall?"
On the ninth day of the lunar month, Zhang Xuan answered seven questions in one go while he was thinking about it.
"Go to the table where they eat."
When Zhang Xuan confiscated the pistols from the four people, I noticed a long cabinet-style table near the entrance of the warehouse. On the table were many disposable lunch boxes and beer bottles staggered here and there.
Many of the lunch boxes on the long cabinet table looked like they were from before. These lazy people even threw the trash out the door.
Chu Jiu stared at the long table for a long time. There were only three lunch boxes containing fried rice.
There are three fried rice lunch boxes for four people, which means Hongmei’s driver has not eaten since he came back, so where did the other four portions of fried rice go?