Half an hour later, Yu Yang secretly walked slowly from the room towards the door. He first stuck his head out and looked around. After making sure that no one was there, he carefully closed the door and looked at the room with a very guilty conscience.
Looking behind me, I feel like I'm a thief
He crouched, tiptoed, and trotted towards the officer's position. The armored vehicle was still there. Yu Yang immediately trotted over and touched it. The whole movement gave people the feeling of being vulgar, very vulgar, like an old man.
Villains in movies are just average.
Knocking lightly on the car door, there was a soft sound, and then a guard opened the door of the armored car. The officer was eating, and the delicious smell of the hearty meal hit his face.
After seeing Yu Yang, the officer frowned and put down his tableware: "Huh? Hariden? What's the matter?"
Yu Yang looked around, then nodded like a chicken pecking rice. He looked at the other people in the armored vehicle and hesitated to speak. The officer frowned deeper: "If you have anything to say, just tell me!"
"Sir, I found some good things!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he continued to look at the people beside him, unwilling to say anything. The officer was stunned for a moment and wiped his mouth: "Come up and tell me what good things you found.
Something?"
Yu Yang was pulled into the armored vehicle. After getting on the vehicle, Yu Yang seemed a little nervous. Then he took out a large bundle of green U.S. dollars from his pocket. There were at least several thousand U.S. dollars in the pile, mixed with some euros.
The officer picked up the money, tapped it with his hand, and put it directly into his pocket. Yu Yang kept staring at the dollars. The officer may have felt that taking all the money away was a bit awkward.
No, he took out a few from the middle and handed them to Yu Yang: "You found something good!"
"Money, a lot of money, is just under the bed in the room. It's such a big bundle that I can't lift it!" Yu Yang said while gesturing with his hands, as if there really was that much money.
"Really?" The officer's eyes lit up. According to Yu Yang's metaphor, a bundle of money would cost at least several million dollars. If he had millions of dollars, would he still be able to hang out here? Just go abroad and find someone.
It would be great to use the place as an apartment!
"Really, it's under the bed!" Yu Yang nodded repeatedly and looked at the officer: "Sir, can I share some of that money?"
A happy smile appeared on the officer's face, and he patted Yu Yang's shoulder with his hand: "Of course, it's yours, and I'll definitely let you be an officer! Wherever you are, take me there!"
"Okay!" Yu Yang nodded, with a flower-like smile on his face, like a silly son of a landlord.
The officer looked at Yu Yang's expression and smiled slightly. If it was true that Yu Yang said as much as he said, he would definitely not give him a penny. Anyone can do such a thing as a guard, but
There is no time when U.S. dollars will be available.
Yu Yang was like the security chief who led Taijun through the door, nodding and bending all the way towards the room where he was staying, while the officer was looking at the surrounding environment all the way, and the three guards behind him were still following him.
The building is a two-story building. Yu Yang pointed to the stairs: "Sir, it's in the bedroom upstairs!"
The officer nodded, looked at the room, and looked at the guards beside him: "Go up and take a look!"
This officer was very vigilant. After entering the room, he kept his hand on his pistol and kept looking at Yu Yang. If Yu Yang did anything wrong, he would shoot him immediately.
After the two guards heard this, they picked up their weapons and slowly searched upstairs one after the other!
Yu Yang, on the other hand, stood two or three meters away from the officer, reaching for his dagger, his eyes slowly narrowed, ready to take action at any time.
Half an hour ago, Yu Yang entered the room and started calling his comrades.
The first person to come over was Wang Hao. Wang Hao himself had blended into the area not far from Yu Yang. After locating Yu Yang's location, he rushed there within ten minutes.
John came next, and Lao Zhao came last. The four of them gathered together. After Yu Yang briefly explained his situation, he took out all the US dollars.
Wang Hao and Lao Zhao instantly understood what Yu Yang was planning to do, but John was still confused. In terms of tactics, white people were much inferior to yellow people. Sun Tzu's Art of War was thousands of years ahead of white people.
"My plan is to use dollars to lure the officer into the house, then we will kill all the guards around him, and then ask where the hostages are being held!"
"Agreed, but how many guards does this officer usually have around him?"
"Three!"
"Then what if the officer enters the room and asks people to search upstairs?"
After John finished speaking, Yu Yang immediately began to adjust the plan. First, instead of putting all the people upstairs, he would put one person downstairs and two people upstairs. If the officer went directly upstairs, Old Zhao downstairs would be there.
He touched the back of his butt, while John and Wang Hao were hiding upstairs, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
Upstairs, two guards walked up to the second floor cautiously. The body of the first one was just exposed. He stretched out a hand from the door and grabbed the barrel of his gun. Then he stabbed his heart with a dagger, and the one who followed
Before the other guard behind him could react, Wang Hao appeared from the other side, holding a pistol equipped with a suppressor and blew his head off.
The movement upstairs was either big or small. After hearing the strange movement, the officer immediately wanted to pull out his pistol. At this time, Lao Zhao, who had been hiding in the corner, shot the last guard to death with his pistol.
Looking at the man who suddenly appeared from the corner, he wanted to draw his gun, but Yu Yang's dagger was already placed on his neck: "Don't move, otherwise, I will kill you!"
The officer slowly raised his hand and looked around the room, thinking about how to escape: "Who are you? Are you from the Southern Committee?"
Yu Yang and Lao Zhao are both Asians, so the officer's first thought was of the people sent by the Southern Committee to arrest him.
Yu Yang shook his head, took out the pistol from his body, and threw it to Lao Zhao: "Don't worry, we are not from the Southern Committee!"
"So are you from the National Committee? One second at a time? Or are you bounty hunters? Are you going to kill me and go to Saudi Arabia in exchange for money?"
Yu Yang smiled and did not answer. Lao Zhao pointed the gun at the officer's head: "You will know who we are later. Now you'd better cooperate with us and go upstairs first!"
"Oh, by the way, this money is mine!" Yu Yang took out the US dollars that he had put in his pocket before. This was his own private money.
ps: Back pain, I finally suffered from a common problem of other authors, back pain...
