He also pushed the door open, but Huang Xiaokang's demeanor and movements at this time were a bit obscene. His lower body was hidden behind the door, and his upper body was slightly leaning in. He was holding a fire ax tightly in his hand. He didn't know which floor it was temporarily removed from.
He held it in front of his chest, with the ax blade pointing outwards, showing a funny attitude of rising up to fight at any time, and then escaping at any time.
But this action can only be done to a blind man.
The room was dark, and nothing unusual could be seen. Except for the old-fashioned record player with a shimmering light running slowly next to the TV in the hall, bursts of sweet melodies were heard, melodiously hovering over the hall and echoing in every corner of the house.
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After a while, bang, Huang Xiaokang gritted his teeth and pressed the light switch next to the door, and at the same time, his figure flashed behind the door.
The room is bright, Nordic style, luxuriously decorated, and it looks majestic at first glance. Just as someone who sneaked in in the afternoon commented that it was really good, there is really no need to do any more killers...
Of course, Huang Xiaokang didn't know this. He was shuttling back and forth in various rooms at this time, fast in and out, like a ghost. When he finally returned to the center of the hall, the fire ax was missing from his hand, and there was a laptop instead, with an expression on his face.
Confuse,
"gone?"
The picture on the laptop screen is exactly the surveillance video in the house. After all, he is a killer with special powers. Although he basically spends three days fishing and three days surfing the Internet, he still needs to be vigilant. It makes sense to install surveillance cameras wherever he stays.
things among them.
Fast-forward playback at the highest speed, and soon, bang, Huang Xiaokang pressed the pause button. At this moment, the screen was completely black, and the time marked in the upper left corner was 4:58 pm.
He frowned and turned to look at the corner of the hall. There was originally a high stool decorated with vases, but now it was used as a clothes rack, covered with a gray and white robe and pajamas.
Those are Huang Xiaokang's own pajamas. If I remember correctly, they were just washed out and hung on the balcony to dry before going to work this morning.
Slow down, go backwards, and squint closer to the screen. At 58 minutes and 30 seconds, the balcony floor-to-ceiling window suddenly opened a gap, and then a black shadow floated in like a bat. It was the robe and pajamas, and then the screen appeared again.
Plunged into darkness.
Repeated playback several times, it is the same.
Yes, the high stool vase in the corner that looks like a decorative vase is actually a surveillance device equipped with a camera, and the angle is just right to cover the entire hall.
But now it seems that he has obviously been seen through...
Not finding anything, Huang Xiaokang reluctantly closed his laptop and went to the record player that was still spinning.
It was an old-fashioned record player, with a dark brown log base, a gilt frame, and a metallic trumpet-flower microphone. The overall shape was full of ancient charm, and it didn't look like a high-end imitation.
"Yanni... his taste is quite good..."
Looking at the slowly rotating vinyl record under the stylus, Huang Xiaokang's eyes twitched. He took away the tone arm, and the melodious melody suddenly disappeared silently. He leaned over and groped behind the record player, and picked up two unplugged pieces.
The copper wires, one thick and one thin, have a sudden and dignified expression.
This is also a mechanical device. If the slightly thinner copper wire is not unplugged, the record player will detonate the mechanism in the wall after running for half a minute. At that time, not only this hall, but also this luxurious house will be destroyed.
Disintegrated into nothing in an instant.
This is the reason why Huang Xiaokang was suddenly covered in cold sweat when he heard the melody coming from outside the door, and quickly dismissed his beautiful encounter!
Don't be surprised, it's purely a normal operation. Many people in the underground world have this back-up device where they live. One is to prevent intrusions, and the other is to instantly destroy traces when running away in an emergency, which is convenient and fast.
Naturally, there are other reasons for such a solemn arrangement. After hesitating for a moment, Huang Xiaokang plugged in another slightly thicker copper wire, put down the tone arm again, and the melodious melody with rich texture sounded again. Immediately,
There was a soft click, and next to the TV, a small wall of about three square meters flipped over. On it were knives, pistols, submachine guns, bulletproof vests, several hanging American grenades, and various bullet boxes piled up, etc.
There is everything you need, a dazzling array of items.
No doubt, they are all real guys.
It is no exaggeration to say that if these equipments are distributed properly, it will not be a problem to take down a government building.
Anyway, after someone saw this, he was stunned for a while and kept muttering: Are all foreign doctors so insecure now? He is still a forensic doctor...
"Um?"
Subconsciously, I reached out and grabbed the post-it note in mid-air. It floated down with the flipping wall. I looked down and saw the crooked handwriting of an elementary school student. Please help me by borrowing a gun. Return it after use, credit guaranteed!
Finally, I drew a smiley face symbol with just a few strokes, which roughly looks like this ^-^!
Huang Xiaokang's expression suddenly changed when he saw this, and he rushed forward to check the equipment. Well, there were indeed a few things missing, a Glock 23 pistol, a matching silencer, two magazines, and a box of ammunition.
"Old Mother Diurei!!!"
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Ignoring the grief and indignation of the owner of the stolen household, let us turn the camera back.
"Oh!"
Who the hell is scolding me behind my back... Tang Chao put down his pistol and sniffed. The strong smell of blood lingered in his nose and mouth. In the room in front of him, there were more than ten men and women lying around, most of them looking confused and confused, as if they were dead.
I don't even know what happened.
The fact is almost the same, the battle started suddenly and ended even faster.
Given that they were calculating mentally but not intentionally, they were basically unprepared, and they were in an empty room with no shelter, and the door of the only escape route was blocked, so the results of these "elites" can be imagined.
The only variable that can be called a variable is the issue of hit rate.
But unfortunately, this is exactly what the Tang Dynasty was good at. Well, once...
Well, although I haven’t touched a firearm in three years, it is impossible for me to have the superlative state and miraculous marksmanship in my previous life, but how can I put it, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and your uncle is still your uncle after all. Let’s settle the matter now.
There is no problem in such small scenes.
His ears twitched slightly, and he turned around to open the door. A rather imposing door at the end of the corridor opened almost at the same time, and a head with a tuft of yellow hair poked out. He probably didn't see Tang Chao's face clearly, so he cursed: "
What are you doing? So noisy...who are you?"
Tang Chao tilted his head and looked up, raised his pistol, and admired the other party's expression that instantly changed from anger to fear. He pulled the trigger, and bang, bang, his retracted figure hit the door hard, and with an eyebrow
The bullet holes slowly slid to the ground.
There were a few faint shouts of uncontrollable exclamation, and then the light behind the door dimmed instantly.
A good crisis response... Nodding, Tang Chao easily removed the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one. Glock 23, produced in Austria, has a standard magazine of 13 rounds. I think it is enough, no need to reload. That's right.
When he was ready to kill, he thought about it, then turned back and walked back...
In the room at the end of the corridor, although the lights were turned off, it was not completely dark due to the flickering light of some powered appliances. After a short period of adaptation, you could still vaguely see a few figures hiding behind the bunker, breathing heavily and rapidly.
, all kinds of firearms in his hands were pointed at the half-open door, motionless.
The wax snake I saw outside the bar in the afternoon was also among them. He was quite calm, hiding behind a table and loading bullets into the revolver in his hand one by one.
After waiting for a moment, there was no movement in the corridor outside the door. A figure near the door lowered his voice and tried to shout,
"Xiao Cai, Xiao Cai...fuck it, Xiao Cai is dead!"
"Dead with one shot?"
"Fake, what are the Vultures and the others doing? The enemy doesn't even know when they are coming in?"
"Gang is the one who fired the gun, and the vultures are not deaf... Uh, no, they can't be..."
"It must have been done by the mourning dogs. We must kill them when we go out this time!"
"Shut up, there's something going on outside!"
The figure near the door raised his arms, and the sound in the room suddenly became silent, and even his breath was held. Quietly, there was indeed some noise in the corridor outside the door, very slight, from far to near, like feet stepping on fallen leaves.
Sound effects.
Rustling... rustling...
Suddenly, bang, the door opened wide, and a black shadow was seen slamming in in the dim light.
"Fire!"
bang bang bang
In an instant, there was a loud sound of gunfire and flames. Repeating pistols, revolvers, and shotguns mixed with powerful explosions, the whole underground secret room was like thunder, shaking everyone's brains and making them dizzy. It should have been
Where the door is now, there is almost no trace of the door. Wood chips are flying everywhere, and only the bare door frames on both sides are still standing.
After a series of clicking sounds of the firing pin hitting the air, the situation was finally brought under control. Everyone looked at the sofa in front of the door in unison. There was a black figure lying on it, motionless, and there was liquid dripping from one side of the sofa.
, falling to the ground and ticking.
"Dead yet?"
"Death! He wanted to hide behind the sofa, but I shot him down from the air, haha!"
"Turn on the lights, turn on the lights!"
"Don't worry, let's take a look first..."
Among the chatter, a glimmer of light suddenly lit up, but the one closest to him couldn't help it. He stood up and turned on his phone to take a photo. He saw a shiny head on the sofa hanging limply, like a light bulb.
Still reflecting light slightly.
"Bald, vulture?!"
"Damn! Be careful"
Before he finished speaking, poof, the tall body holding the mobile phone suddenly shook, his head shook back sharply, and he fell to the ground. The mobile phone with its bright light spun and flew through the air, reflecting several trembling and frightened faces.
It was the last light they saw in their eyes. Puff, puff, puff, the muzzle of the gun under the silencer followed an innate rhythm, harvesting lives one after another beautifully and regularly.
No one is exempt!
Until, with a bang, the light disappeared, and the mobile phone that had been flying half the room finally fell to the ground, and landed next to the wax snake. The latter shivered, kicked away the broken pieces of the mobile phone, and raised the revolver in his hand.
He fired several shots into the dark room.
Bang bang bang, "Come on, bastard! Do you think my wax snake will be afraid of you? Haha, coward! What's the point of hiding and firing cold shots...ah" screamed miserably, but he was lucky enough to get a shot.
He was indeed lucky, because the gun was originally aimed at his eyebrow, but only took away a piece of his left ear.
In the darkness, Tang Chao frowned slightly and sighed silently. This was the first mistake in shooting tonight... It's not that he has an obsessive-compulsive disorder to pursue perfection, but his strength has really declined a lot...
Of course, Wax Snake wouldn't think so. This shot shattered the little courage he had, and he rolled and crawled again and hid behind the table, looking around nervously while trembling to hold down the bullet.
"Old Wu? Daniel? Black Bear... Shete! Trash, a bunch of trash! Ahem..." Wiping the blood on his face randomly, Wax Snake shouted loudly, "Let's talk, how about we talk? You're not
Sent by Sanggou, he can't have a gunman like you! Revenge? Or for money... Haha, I guessed it right, you came for money, right?"
"bingo."
The indifferent voice was right next to the ear, and the hot muzzle of the gun touched the back of the heart through the coat. The wax snake, which was shouting crazily, suddenly froze, like a robot that had the pause button pressed. It did not dare to move, but its expression
But he couldn't help but get excited, and when he was about to open his mouth to say something else,
Poof, gunpowder curled up.
"This is a reward."
He simply fell to the ground. It was dark all around and he couldn't see the wax snake's facial expression clearly, but he could guess it, which must be unbelievable.
This... is a bit unconventional and decisive!
But this was a normal operation for the Tang Dynasty. It can only be said that movies and television kill people. There may be many killers of different styles in the world, but there are basically no stupid professional killers. Although it is true that it is for money, but I think
If you want to impress the killer with more money, then you have really thought about it.
Throwing away the pistol, Tang Chao took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his windbreaker and turned on the night vision camera function. Well, it was not very clear, but it was barely usable. He took two photos of the wax snake's face, stored it, and called it a day.
Returning the way we came, we opened the thick curtain and saw that the kitchen was still busy, no different from when we came in.
I have to admit that the soundproofing of the underground secret room of the Wax Snake is indeed quite good. After all, it is the base camp, and it must have been specially designed. Before, you could barely hear any movement outside.
When Yi Ru came, Tang Chao returned to the front hall of the bar with a normal expression and walked towards the door. He thought of something in the middle of the road and looked at the place where he was before through the crowd of people swinging wildly. He could vaguely see a short-haired beauty still on the sofa.
Sitting, turning his head and looking around from time to time, looking for something...
Shaking his head, he called the waiter passing by, stuffed a bill in his hand, pointed to the wine on the tray, and pointed to the sofa. The latter understood instantly and walked away with a smile... I'll drink the wine you invited.
No, but I can buy you a drink...
After doing this smoothly, Tang Chao strode towards the door without hesitation.
The concert is about to begin, which is a pity for this originally beautiful night...