Nomenclature of Night

Everything that happened today seems to tell Qing Chen a truth: the outcome of the battle is determined by the "future", don't use the information of the "past" to calculate it, otherwise it will make you fall into a dead end.

There were five criminals wanted in Kunlun in the Ming and Ming Dynasties. Qing Chen saw only five criminals on the bus, but now there are eight people reporting the number on the walkie-talkie.

No wonder the opponent controlled the two Kunlun members so easily, and the opponent's team was also growing.

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

Yesterday Lin Xiaoxiao asked him to chat. The other party squatted on a chair and said with a smile: "Qing Chen, when you return to the world of watch, please remember not to trust anyone, because interests will change too many relationships. Human beings are profitable forever. Don't underestimate human greed. Guess, who invented the base station communication equipment used by you and Liu Dezhu?"

Qing Chen guessed: "Spy?"

Lin Xiaoxiao shook her head cheerfully: "No, these are securities traders in the two No. 1 cities. They secretly invented them to avoid being caught by insider trading evidence. You see, this is the power of interest, even the promotion The progress of science and technology."

At this time, Qing Chen suddenly felt that there might be more and more people in the world, who would walk into the dark side of this world for the benefit.

Because too many people 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 squatted down and hugged Li Tongyun: "Are you scared just now? Are you still scared?"

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

The little girl recalled that Qing Chen had just done calculations and shots at one go in the dark night, and the young man seemed to be performing a kind of art with ease in front of the gangsters.

The art of harvesting life.

...

The soles of human feet should be the softest among most animals.

Want to fight barefoot, this thing is more difficult than imagined, a small pebble on the ground may make people grin in pain.

Whenever there are other possibilities, Qing Chen doesn't want to fight with people barefoot.

But he had no choice.

Qing Chen squatted quietly on a loquat tree by the side of the road, using the dense canopy to hide his figure, and the voice of the walkie-talkie was minimized.

The swaying bonfire in the yard occasionally shines light on him through the gaps in the leaves.

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

"There are 6 people in the yard, and there should be one person outside the yard who is guarding the back door," Qing Chen muttered in his heart. It is unrealistic to solve the seven people by himself, especially when the gangsters are all together.

He looked down at the blood stains on the soles of his feet, and he didn't know what his feet would look like after tonight.

In the yard, Liu Dezhu cowered and sat on the ground, while the man headed by the gangster was squatting in front of him, holding his gun against his forehead, not knowing what he was asking.

More than forty hostages gathered together and hugged them together, and the six gangsters in the courtyard held them firmly, and no one had a chance to escape.

To Qing Chen's surprise, he saw a Kunlun member lying on his side, his forehead wet with sweat.

The muzzle on the Kunlun member's calf is particularly eye-catching, and blood is slowly dripping out of it, dyeing the concrete floor dark purple.

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

Da, da da.

Da, Da, Da...

The index finger means that the short tone is fast, and the **** means that the long tone is very slow.

It's like a Morse code, but Qing Chen doesn't know who the other party is delivering the message to.

His other companion?

Qing Chen noted the frequency of the opponent's percussion, and then turned his gaze to the courtyard.

At this moment, I saw a gangster looking in the crowd, and then smiled and didn't know what he said to his companion.

After speaking, 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 in the end she was dragged into the inn.

The classmates watched this scene with fear. Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen tried to stand up several times, but they squatted under the dark and cold muzzle.

The uninjured Kunlun member burst into anger, but was severely beaten to the abdomen by the gangster on the side. He lay down on the ground like dried shrimps, sucking in his mouth and making no sound.

Other than that, no one dared to resist.

But at this time, no one can use morality to kidnap. Human beings are instinct to preserve themselves when danger comes. Students have not received professional training, and fear is their proper emotion.

But they didn't know, the gangster did not intend to leave an ordinary person in the beginning.

Qing Chen stared at all this blankly, but didn't do anything.

He thought this was a bit illogical, because the gangsters were well-trained fighters.

It seems too stupid to do this kind of thing at this time.

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

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

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

I saw the gangster patrolling the crowd with a smile, and the girls bowed their heads and dared not look directly, as if they would not be spotted.

However, the next moment, the other party's gaze was...stopped on Nan Gengchen!

The gang squeezed the crowd and pulled out the thin Nan Gengchen, and wanted to take it into the house.

Qing Chen stared at this scene blankly: "..."

He finally decided something.

Can't wait any longer.

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

This is the best opportunity.

...

The Yunshang Inn is built on the mountain, behind it is not a flat ground, but the woods and mountains that extend diagonally upward.

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

The red of the cigarette **** flickered in the dark, and the sizzle of tobacco burning could even be heard in the silence.

Unlike the gangster at the front door, he took Glock 34 with a silencer in his hand early so that he could respond to the crisis 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 was pointed at the source of the sound.

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

No one.

His tight muscles slowly relaxed.

The gangster threw away the cigarette **** in his hand and searched with his gun calmly, trying to find the source of the sound of the stone just now.

At this time, a voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Report the number, 1."

"2."

"3."

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

In this second, his attention was on the walkie-talkie, and his attention and hearing were also distracted.

He released the walkie-talkie and continued to look around with his eyes.

In an instant, the gangster's pupils suddenly shrank, but he was already covered by the palm of his back, and the cold dagger plunged from behind his waist like thunder, passed through his spleen, and stayed in his alveoli.

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

The palm of his hand was slowly loosened, but the gangster could only make a puffy sound of **** ho ho.

Numbers are still being reported on the walkie-talkie.

"6."

"7."

"8."

No one noticed that two of his companions had died.