Night’s Nomenclature

Everything that happened today seems to be telling Qingchen a truth: the outcome of the battle is determined by the "future". Don't calculate based on the information of the "past", otherwise you will be plunged into eternal disaster.

There were clearly five gangsters wanted in Kunlun, and Qingchen only saw five gangsters on the bus, but now the number on the intercom was eight.

No wonder the other party controlled two Kunlun members so easily. It turned out that the other party's team was also growing.

There are so many people in this world who are willing to take risks for money.

Yesterday, Lin Xiaoxiao chatted with him, and the other person squatted on a chair and said with a smile: "Qingchen, when you return to the outer world, remember not to trust anyone, because interests will change too many relationships. Human beings are always interested in profit. Don’t underestimate human greed. Guess who invented the base station communication equipment you and Liu Dezhu used?"

Qingchen guessed: "Spy?"

Lin Xiaoxiao shook his head cheerfully: "No, this was invented secretly by two securities traders from No. 1 City in order to avoid being caught with evidence of insider trading. You see, this is the power of interests, and even promotes technological progress."

At this time, Qingchen suddenly felt that there might be more and more people in the outside world who would go into the dark side of this world for profit.

Because there are too many people who need this opportunity to change their lives.

He put the walkie-talkie into his pocket, then waved to Jiang Xue and walked into the night.

Jiang Xue knelt down and hugged Li Tongyun: "Were you scared just now? Are you still scared?"

Li Tongyun thought for a while: "I was quite scared at first, but when Brother Qingchen touched my head, I wasn't scared anymore."

The little girl recalled Qingchen's calculations and actions in the dark night. The young man was able to maneuver in front of the gangsters as if he was performing an art.

The art of harvesting life.

…

Human feet are probably the softest of most animals.

Fighting with bare feet is more difficult than imagined. A small stone on the ground can make you grin in pain.

Qingchen didn't want to fight with bare feet if there were other possibilities.

But he had no choice.

Qingchen squatted quietly on a loquat tree by the roadside, using the thick canopy to hide his figure, and turned the volume of the intercom to the minimum.

The swaying bonfire in the yard would occasionally shine light through the gaps in the leaves, shining on him mottledly.

This was the best location he could find in his memory. The tree canopy was high and it was some distance away from the Yunshang Inn.

"There are six people in the yard, and there should be one person outside the yard standing guard at the back door," Qingchen thought to himself. It was simply unrealistic for him to deal with seven people, especially when the gangsters were all gathered together.

He lowered his head and glanced at the blood stains on the soles of his feet, not knowing what his feet would look like after tonight.

In the yard, Liu Dezhu sat on the ground cowering, while the leader of the gangsters was squatting in front of him, putting the muzzle of his gun against his head and asking questions.

More than 40 hostages gathered together and hugged each other, while 6 gangsters in the courtyard were tightly controlled around them. No one had a chance to escape.

To Qingchen's surprise, he saw a Kunlun member lying on his side on the ground, his forehead wet with sweat.

The gun muzzle on the Kunlun member's calf was particularly eye-catching, and blood was slowly flowing out of it, dyeing the cement floor deep purple.

However, at such a painful moment, the other party quietly placed his right hand next to his trouser pocket, tapping his index finger and middle finger rhythmically alternately, as if conveying information to the outside world.

Da da da.

Da da da……

The index finger represents short notes and is played quickly, while the middle finger represents long notes and is played slowly.

It's like Morse code, but Qingchen doesn't know who the other party is passing the message to.

Another of his companions?

Qingchen recorded the other party's tapping frequency and turned his attention to the courtyard.

At this time, I saw a gangster looking for him in the crowd, and then said something to his companions with a smile on his face.

After saying that, he pulled Wang Yun's hair and pulled her out of the crowd.

Wang Yun was dragged on the ground, struggling with her legs, but was eventually dragged into the inn.

The students looked at this scene in fear. Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen tried to stand up several times, but they were forced to squat down by the dark and cold muzzles of the guns.

The uninjured Kunlun member stood up in anger, but was hit hard in the abdomen by the gangster on the side. He lay on the ground like a shrimp, gasping for air and unable to make a sound.

Apart from this, no one dared to resist.

But at this time, no one can use morality to kidnap. It is an instinct for human beings to protect themselves when danger comes. The students have not received professional training, and fear is their proper emotion.

But they didn't know that the gangster had no intention of leaving an ordinary person behind in the first place.

Qingchen watched all this with an expressionless face, but did not take action.

He found this somewhat illogical since the gangsters were highly trained warriors.

It seems too stupid to do such a thing at this time.

But the other party obviously couldn't be that stupid.

After a while, the gangster walked out of the inn. He patted his companion on the shoulder: "It's your turn."

When the students heard this, they immediately shrank back in fear.

The gangster was smiling and looking around the crowd. The girls lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly, as if this way they would not be discovered.

However, the next moment, the other party's eyes actually... stayed on Nan Gengchen!

The gangster pushed through the crowd, pulled out the thin Nan Gengchen, and took him into the house.

Qingchen looked at this scene in confusion: "..."

He was finally sure of something.

Can't wait any longer.

He didn't even know where the gangster at the back door was hiding, but he couldn't wait any longer.

This is the best opportunity.

…

Yunshang Inn is built against a mountain. Behind it is not flat land, but woods and mountains extending diagonally upward.

A gangster was leaning quietly against the back door, smoking a cigarette.

The red color of the cigarette butt flickers in the dark night, and the sizzling sound of burning tobacco can even be heard in the silence.

Unlike the gangster at the front door, he had already taken the Glock 34 equipped with a silencer in his hand, so that he could respond to crises at any time.

Suddenly, there was the sound of stones falling on the ground in the darkness.

However, the gangster's immediate reaction was to look in the opposite direction of the sound, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the source of the sound.

No matter where there is someone, he can respond quickly. This is the most correct way to deal with it.

no one.

His tense muscles slowly relaxed.

The gangster threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, raised his gun and searched with calm eyes, trying to find the source of the sound of pebbles just now.

At this time, a voice came from the intercom: "Count, 1."

"2."

"3."

The gangster pressed the intercom and said: "4."

At this second, his attention was on the intercom, and his attention and hearing were also distracted.

He let go of the walkie-talkie and continued to look around with his eyes.

In an instant, the gangster's pupils suddenly shrank, but his mouth was covered by the palm stretched out from behind. The cold dagger penetrated from the back of his waist like thunder, passed through his spleen, and stayed in the alveoli of his lungs.

The next moment, he heard someone standing behind him, pressing the intercom and saying: "5."

The palm slowly released, but the gangster could only make gasping sounds from his mouth.

The intercom was still reporting numbers.

"6."

"7."

"8."

No one noticed that two of his companions were dead.