Chapter 13 Ah? Change the play without authorization?
[The gambler is dead]
On the first floor, in the servants' accommodation area, Feng Lang and others were stunned when they saw the ink-like writing that suddenly appeared on the wall.
After that, several people suddenly turned around and found that the gambler who was supposed to be at the back of the palace had disappeared without knowing it.
Wangchuan shuddered and broke into a cold sweat.
"Brother Feng..."
He wanted to talk to Feng Lang to comfort him, but he saw Feng Lang and the others frowning, and they seemed to have cold sweat on their foreheads.
"What's wrong?" Wang Quan scratched his cheek with a puzzled expression.
He turned around and raised his eyebrows, "Where are the others? They won't be timid and sneak back to sleep, right?"
His behavior is very consistent with his self-made character of "not dealing with gamblers".
If I think about it now, that foul-mouthed gambler is probably being frightened by all kinds of tricks.
Hehe, it makes your mouth smell bad!
Feng Lang looked ugly, "I bet...he may be in trouble."
He also understands the urinary nature of "hell".
Sometimes he also wondered why "Hell" allowed them to enter the dungeon world to do tasks.
But the bait of "realizing obsession" was too tempting, and it took a long time... there were too many sunk costs, so he stopped thinking about it.
After hearing his words and vaguely seeing his expression, Wang Quan was startled.
Seeing how serious they looked, it seemed they had some way of receiving news from gamblers.
But after this day's observation, they didn't have any means of transmitting sound. They did have a radio, but they just made it in the room, and they also had it on themselves.
According to Feng Lang, "This is a high-end Western toy." Anyway, he followed the trend and "believed it."
But they didn't call the gamblers.
This shows that they have a way to know the situation on the gambler's side.
And look at this reaction...
Wang Quan remained calm and put his hand on the headset, "That one didn't say a word."
This fits his "personality" very well.
There was silence over there.
Wang Quan frowned and wanted to call out, but Feng Lang held his shoulders.
"Don't worry about him, let's do our thing."
Feng Lang whispered something and then made a gesture.
Liuying, Shiye and Goutu immediately took out their night vision goggles and put them on, while Feng Lang took out a portable military infrared thermal imager.
Looking at Wang Quan and Wang Chuan who were still standing there, he whispered: "Prepare your weapons, be careful...don't die."
Wangchuan shuddered and hurriedly took out the M9 pistol Feng Lang had given him before.
Wang Quan also took out the black M1911A1 he had cheated from a gambler and stood behind a few people.
There are three rooms on each side of the corridor, and they are now at the door of the innermost room on the right.
Feng Lang looked at the thermal imaging camera, which showed that there was no heat induction source in the room.
Making a gesture, he gently placed his hand on the door, slowly applying pressure.
squeak--
The rusty hinges made a slight noise, which was particularly jarring in this quiet night.
Feng Lang pushed open a gap of about twenty centimeters, and then leaned against the door to be careful.
Looking through the gap, it was pitch black and there was no movement inside.
Feng Lang looked at the thermal imaging camera again and saw no heat source reaction in the room.
He put away the thermal imaging camera and made a few gestures that Wang Quan didn't realize were powerful. Goutu and the other two took off their night vision goggles and stuffed them somewhere, then turned on the bright flashlights mounted on their guns.
Feng Lang took out an M84 shock bomb, nodded to a few people, held the bomb body with his right hand, pressed the tiger's mouth with the palm of his hand on the spring, and at the same time pulled off the pull ring with his left hand.
Then he took a deep breath and threw the shock bomb through the crack in the door.
With a crisp sound, the reed bounced open and the firing pin struck the primer. Two seconds later, a huge explosion equivalent to ten billion earphones turned on at full volume at the same time erupted with the brightness of six million candles burning at the same time.
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Also emitted is a moderate amount of smoke that is not enough to interfere with vision.
The next moment, Feng Lang kicked open the door, raised the TAR-21 and rolled forward, then knelt on one knee and took aim.
Behind them, Goutu and Shiye slid into the house simultaneously and aimed their guns at both sides. Nightingale was on guard outside the door.
Wang Quan and Wang Chuan stood in a daze outside the house.
In just a few seconds, before the two of them could react, these people rushed in.
Wang Quan's ears are still buzzing from the shock bomb just now.
"Safety."
Feng Lang stood up and called Wang Quan and others to come in.
After everyone arrived, everyone began to observe the inside of the house with the help of bright flashlights.
The walls peeled off to reveal the blue and black stone brick walls, the dilapidated and old floors without dust, and the ceiling also peeled off.
Apart from these, there is nothing in the house.
"There is indeed a problem here." Feng Lang looked solemn and said with caution, "This place is said to be a servant's residence, but there is no trace of habitation at all, and there is no furniture or anything. Could it be that no one lives here in the first place?
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Wang Quan looked strange and said nothing.
This is different from what was promised!
According to the script of "hooking up" with Miss An, the old housekeeper should be in this room, and then Wang Quan came on the stage and knocked him to the ground with a bastard punch, and then forced him into the palace. He immediately made a move, and then made up a "
The script of "The Romance of a Rich Family".
The father-in-law raped his daughter-in-law and was discovered by his son. In fact, the two of them were in cahoots.
Then the son went crazy and killed his adulterous husband. He went crazy and killed his mother. Finally, when he wanted to kill his sister, he was killed by his sister.
But what kind of person?
Wang Quan called sincerely in his heart, "Is Miss An here? Is Miss An here?"
No response.
Wang Quan chewed his teeth. He was taking a shower, right?
This late at night...
It shouldn’t be! It was clearly promised that we would have long-distance spiritual communication all the time.
Has she changed her mind?
The bad woman wants to kill herself?
I didn’t make any mistakes when I went on a blind date!
If I can go back alive this time, I must file a complaint and report it until the Taoist Aunt’s company goes bankrupt!
It’s so harmful!
A blind date is a blind date, why do you have to risk your life?
Here Wang Quan was secretly depressed and regretful, but over there Feng Lang and the others were indeed not responsible.
Soon they discovered something was wrong with the house.
Standing in the southeast corner of the room, Feng Lang tapped the worn wooden floor with his military boots and whispered: "It's empty below here, and there is a secret passage."
After saying that, he took out the thermal imaging camera and pointed it at the ground - he just looked inside the room and never thought about looking below.
After taking a look at the result, he looked serious.
I saw a large heat source underground, extending in a rectangular shape hundreds of meters away.
Sure enough, there is a huge space underground here!
He made a gesture, then raised the TAR-21 on alert.
Without saying a word, Gou Tu walked over to find the gap between the two wooden floors and pierced the floor with two fingers.
Then she stepped aside, and the master came over and stuck two fingers in.
Then the muscles in his arm tightened and he pulled hard!
His arm muscles stretched the sleeves of his Chinese tunic suit into tight clothes, and the next moment, the entire floor was lifted up.
Below is a dark square opening, and connecting the edge of the ground are stone steps diagonally downwards.
Feng Lang pulled out a cold firework and threw it down the stairs.
He squinted and observed carefully until the fireworks went out, then he threw three more green fluorescent sticks down, then raised his gun and walked down the stairs, "Follow me."
Several people filed in, but Wang Quan was still standing on top, muttering Miss An's name in his heart.
But still no reply.
I don't know if it's a psychological effect or a real cold wind blowing.
Anyway, Wang Quan looked around, shuddered, and quickly followed.