Night’s Nomenclature - Chapter 89
[Eighty-eight, the art of harvesting life]
Everything that happened today seems to be telling Qingchen a truth: the outcome of the battle is determined by the “future”, and don’t use the information of the “past” to calculate, otherwise it will make you fall into danger.
Mingming Kunlun wanted five gangsters, and Qingchen saw only five gangsters 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. It turned out that 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, and the other party squatted on the chair and said with a smile: “Qingchen, when you return to the world, remember not to trust anyone, because interests will change too many relationships. Human beings seek profits and will always be Don’t underestimate human greed. Guess who invented the base station communication equipment you and Liu Dezhu use?”
Qing Chen guessed: “Spy?”
Lin Xiaoxiao shook his head cheerfully: “No, these are two securities traders from City No. 1 who secretly invented them in order to avoid being caught with insider trading evidence. You see, this is the power of interests, and even push advances in technology.”
At this time, Qingchen suddenly felt that there may be more and more people in the world who will enter 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 in his pocket, then waved to Jiang Xue and walked into the night.
Jiang Xue crouched down and hugged Li Tongyun: “Are you scared just now? Are you still scared?”
Li Tongyun thought for a while: “I was quite scared at first, but brother Qingchen is no longer afraid when he touches my head.”
The little girl recalled that Qingchen just made calculations and moves in one go in the dark night, and the teenager seemed to be performing an art with ease in front of the gangsters.
The art of harvesting life.
…
Human feet should be the softest among most animals.
If you want to fight barefoot, it is more difficult than you think. A small pebble on the ground may make people grin in pain.
As long as there are other possibilities, Qingchen doesn’t want to fight with bare feet.
But he had no choice.
Qingchen quietly squatted on a loquat tree by the roadside, using the dense canopy to hide his figure, and kept the voice of the walkie-talkie to a minimum.
The swaying bonfire in the yard would occasionally shine light on him through the gaps in the leaves.
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 6 people in the yard, and there should be 1 person outside the yard who is guarding the back door,” Qingchen muttered in his heart, it was not realistic for him to deal with seven people, especially when the gangsters were all gathered together.
He looked down at the bloodstains on the soles of his feet, not knowing what his feet would look like after tonight.
In the yard, Liu Dezhu was sitting on the ground timidly, and the man headed by the gangster was squatting in front of him, pressing a gun to his forehead, not knowing what he was asking.
More than 40 hostages gathered together and hugged into a group. The six gangsters in the courtyard were firmly around them, and 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 the blood was slowly dripping from it, dyeing the cement floor dark purple.
However, at such a painful moment, the other party quietly placed his right hand beside his trousers pocket, and the index finger and middle finger tapped alternately rhythmically, as if to convey information to the outside world.
Da da da.
Da da da……
The index finger means that the short sound is struck quickly, and the middle finger means that the long sound is struck very slowly.
It’s like Morse code, but Qingchen doesn’t know who the other party is passing the message to.
His other companion?
Qing Chen recorded the frequency of each other’s percussion,
He turned his eyes to the courtyard again.
At this time, I saw a gangster looking for in the crowd, and then he didn’t know what to say to the companion beside him with a smile on his face.
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 she was eventually dragged into the inn.
The classmates watched this scene in fear. Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen tried to stand up several times, but they squatted down by the dark and cold muzzle.
The uninjured Kunlun member glared angrily, but was beaten in the abdomen by the gangster on the side, and he lay on the ground like a shrimp, sucking in the cold air and making no sound.
Other than that, 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. Students have not received professional training, and fear is their due emotion.
It’s just that they didn’t know that the gangster didn’t plan to leave an ordinary person in the first place.
Qing Chen stared blankly at all this, but didn’t do anything.
He thought it was a little illogical, because the gangsters were trained fighters.
To do this kind of thing at such a time is too stupid.
But the other party obviously couldn’t be so stupid.
After a while, the gangster came 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.
I saw the gangster squinting in the crowd with a smile, and the girls lowered their heads and dared not look directly, as if they would not be discovered.
However, the next moment, the other party’s gaze was…staying on Nan Gengchen!
The gangster pushed through the crowd and pulled the thin Nan Gengchen out, and took him into the house.
Qing Chen stared blankly at this scene: “…”
He finally settled on 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 chance.
…
The Yunshang Inn is built on the mountain. The back of it is not the flat land, but the trees and mountains that extend obliquely upwards.
A gangster was quietly leaning against the back door, smoking a cigarette.
The red color of the cigarette butts flickered in the dark night, and even the sizzling sound of tobacco burning could be heard in the silence.
Unlike the gangster at the front door, he took the Glock 34 with the silencer in his hand early so that he could respond to a crisis at any time.
Suddenly, there was the sound of stones falling to the ground in the darkness.
However, the criminal’s first reaction was to look in the opposite direction of the sound, and the muzzle of the gun pointed to the source of the sound.
No matter who is on the side, he can react quickly, which is the most correct way to deal with it.
no one.
His tense muscles slowly loosened.
The gangster threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, raised his gun with calm eyes and searched, trying to find out 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 walkie-talkie and said, “4.”
At this second, his attention was on the walkie-talkie, and his attention and hearing were also scattered.
He let go of the walkie-talkie and continued to look around with his eyes.
In an instant, the gangster’s pupils shrank suddenly, but he had already covered his mouth with the palm stretched out from behind, and the icy dagger pierced from behind his waist like a thunderbolt, passed through his spleen, and stayed in the alveoli.
The next moment, he heard someone standing behind him, pressing the intercom and saying, “5.”
The palm slowly loosened, but the gangster’s mouth could only make a ho-ho-ho gasp.
The walkie-talkie is still reporting numbers.
“6.”
“7.”
“8.”
No one found out that two of his companions had died.
[End of this Chapter]
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