It was getting dark, everyone returned to the prison cell, and the ventilation hall was closed.
Kunchai returned to his corner near the toilet. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he carefully took out a small crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
spread out.
There was a crooked line of words written on it: Ten o'clock tonight.
He immediately rolled up the note, pretended to go to the toilet, threw the note into the squat toilet, and flushed it away with water.
Returning to the original place and leaning against the wall, Kunchai heard his heart begin to beat wildly.
Two o'clock in the morning...two o'clock in the morning...
The desire to regain his freedom made him excited and even a little restless.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
The iron door of the prison cell opened and Qin Fei appeared at the door.
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S city.
Eight o'clock at night.
On the outskirts of the city, inside a residential building.
This place used to be the dormitory area of a state-owned electronics factory. It was filled with old-style four-story buildings built in the late 1960s. Later, the company closed down and the place fell into decline.
Later, most of the company's employees had moved away, leaving some who were not financially well-off still living in it. Most of the other houses were rented out to migrant workers who came to the city to work.
This year the city government announced a new urban development plan. This area has been listed as a demolition area. Many tenants have not renewed their leases. Many houses are no longer occupied. They are in darkness and have little popularity.
Master Li's family lives on the third floor of Building 5. They are migrant workers. He works in a furniture factory, his wife works as a cleaner in a joint venture, and their two children study in a nearby private school.
Eight o'clock is a good time to watch soap operas.
Master Li and his fat wife had a small friction because they were fighting for control of the remote control.
Master Li wants to watch an anti-Japanese drama, and his fat wife wants to watch a romantic drama.
"I don't understand what's so good about watching those anti-Japanese dramas about fighting and killing people all day long. If you tear up Japanese people with your hands all day long, I'll puke if you don't get tired of me, Lao Li!"
"It's better than you, watching those boring dramas every day, or some Qing palace drama, and dying early in the morning!"
The two children saw their parents quarreling with each other, shook their heads, sighed, and went into their rooms to do their homework.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
There was a knock on the door, and Mr. and Mrs. Li finally stopped fighting.
"Mother, open the door!"
"Why don't you go! Are you lame!?"
Lao Li was stunned for a moment, then sighed, muttering "A good man doesn't fight with a woman", pulled up his slippers and went to open the door.
Through the door panel, Lao Li asked cautiously: "Who is it?"
This is an old-fashioned building with no peepholes installed, and the security is not very good. A few days ago, Mrs. Li's red underwear was hanging on the corridor, and some damn pervert stole it.
"Neighborhood committee, floating population registration."
What Lao Li heard was the voice of a middle-aged woman.
It seemed that he was really from the neighborhood committee. Lao Li was full of anger and registered. He was registering this year and he had to register in the middle of the year. Didn't he apply for a temporary residence permit earlier?
With this thought in mind, he opened the door with his hand.
"I said you..."
He was just about to say a few words, but when he saw the scene outside the door clearly, the half of the words he didn't say were swallowed back in his stomach.
Lao Li's eyes became round.
There were several people standing outside, and the one at the front was indeed a cadre from the neighborhood committee. Old Li recognized her as the person in charge of this area, she seemed to be the deputy director or something.
What surprised Lao Li the most was the person behind the deputy director.
Holy shit!
Lao Li was used to watching anti-Japanese dramas, but this was the first time he saw a real person appear in front of him.
Several young men, loaded with ammunition, wearing helmets and body armor, holding Type 95 automatic rifles and Type 79 submachine guns on their chests, and wearing blue and black police uniforms, stood behind the deputy director of the neighborhood committee.
All these people have two big white letters printed on their chests - SWAT.
"Shh-"
The leading SWAT officer raised his index finger and made a silencing gesture on his lips.
"Comrade, how many people are here in your family?"
"Four...four..." Lao Li felt that his tongue was curling up and his teeth began to chatter together, making it difficult for him to speak.
"Now, quietly and without making any noise, follow this neighborhood committee cadre." The leading special police officer was afraid that Lao Li would not be clear about it, so he emphasized again: "Keep your voice down and leave immediately without delay."
Lao Li felt that his scalp was numb, the skin on his face was crispy and hot, and blood was rushing to his face.
He knew something was wrong, but he didn't know how bad it was.
"What the hell is going on..."
"Don't ask, it has nothing to do with you."
Lao Li was relieved to hear that it had nothing to do with him.
"The things at home..."
"Don't take it. If there is any loss, we will pay for it." The special policeman became impatient and urged in a low voice: "Hurry!"
Lao Li quickly entered the house, spoke to his fat wife, then knocked on the children's room and brought out a pair of children.
At first, Lao Li's mother-in-law thought Lao Li was bragging because Lao Li drank two ounces of Baigan himself during dinner, and this guy had a habit of bragging after drinking a little wine.
"Is it that serious..."
Old Mrs. Li went out chattering, and when she got to the door she was almost frightened and went back to her room.
She looked at the door in horror. Her enemy was indeed not bragging. There were really special police outside.
Slowly leaving the corridor, the further down they went, the more surprised Mr. and Mrs. Li were. Unexpectedly, the stairwell was already filled with special police officers, all wearing body armor and loaded with ammunition, as if they were ready for battle.
When they arrived downstairs, several police officers from the local police station quickly guided the residents through the small passage in the building's room and out of the woods behind.
Soon, the entire dormitory area of the electronics factory fell into a dead silence, which was very eerie.
"The attack team reports that the residents have been evacuated. Are you launching an attack?" The SWAT captain stood downstairs and pressed the call button on the communicator to report to the combat command center.
"Have you confirmed that all residents have been evacuated?"
"Confirmation, the local neighborhood committee cadres have checked against the list and there is no problem."
"Okay! Just go ahead and do it!" came the voice of the Deputy Director of Criminal Investigation who was responsible for commanding the operation.
The SWAT captain turned around, looked at a middle-aged man behind him who was wearing a helmet and body armor but without any weapons and said, "Old He, it's up to you to open the iron door outside later."
The middle-aged man known as "Lao He" nodded nervously. Although it was already late autumn, his face, forehead and neck were covered with sweat.
The SWAT captain saw Lao He's appearance and patted him on the shoulder to reassure him: "Don't worry, I'm right next to you. I'll unlock the iron door and leave immediately. Leave the rest to us. No.
Something will happen!"
"Well..." Lao He nodded and wiped his face, his hands were covered with cold sweat.