Chapter 125

The cab of the truck is empty now. The front of the truck is facing outside. While no one runs to the front of the truck, I fixed g36c on my body to avoid hitting anything and making a noise. I took out Glock with threaded muzzle, screwed on the muffler and crept to the top of the car. The roof has been exposed to the sun and can spread eggs, but no matter how hot it is, I dare not raise my head. I lie close to the roof and climb to one side like a four legged lizard to check the situation.

Now I'm in this position. Although it's a little hot like beef willow on an iron plate, my sight is too good to say. You can see the distribution of rooms here. In the middle of the warehouse and lounge is the computer room. It is not computers, but diesel generators and other things working. There are sofas and televisions in the room on the left side of the mechanical and electrical room. Several gangsters like small heads are drinking cold beer and watching the ball game. Fans with a diameter as large as the manhole cover are standing in several corners, blowing wildly at several people on the sofa, and the air conditioner is also buzzing. Compared with the hot weather outside, I believe people in the house should feel like they are in heaven.

The two strong men who carried the bodies below threw the bodies into the car like sacks, saying something in Spanish. From time to time, they looked at several guys in the room who talked and drank without working with envy, jealousy and hatred.

I don't know how many they had moved before I came. Anyway, after I came, I heard four "Gudong" and "Gudong" in the carriage. One of them walked like a cab. The other one threw two long shovel up, and then closed the door of the trumpet van. Suddenly, the ball broke out in the room. Then the people clapped or clapped their glasses to celebrate the love. It seemed that their favorite team scored.

The one who was about to close the door looked like a fan. I turned back and stared at the TV to watch the slow motion replay. I took this opportunity to grab the upper edge of the car door with both hands, slide and drill, use a horizontal bar to turn over into the bloody car, and then hide in a dark corner and cover myself with a body. My action can be said to be very risky, not to mention the watchman with a shotgun in front of the yard, but these two guys carrying goods have pistols pinned to their waists. But my intuition told me that there must be something wrong with these bodies, so I ventured in to have a look.

Looking out from the crack of the body, I could see a guy on the sofa in the room. Looking back, I saw a man staring at the screen and not working outside the window. He waved and said a few words of Spanish. The man outside the window turned around and closed the door of the carriage while the boss couldn't see it.

After more than ten seconds of darkness, the car was started and rocked out. Holding the radio, I whispered to Lao Hei that I would leave with the car and let him continue to monitor the gang's stronghold. Take out the BT army knife. I poked several holes in the inconspicuous place at the bottom of the carriage, so I don't have to worry about suffocating from lack of oxygen.

After ventilating the car, I turned on the flashlight and began to check the bodies. There were 10 bodies, male and female, aged between 20 and 50. And sure enough, as I expected, the first two bodies had holes in their heads. If you shine a tactical flashlight inside, you can see that only a small piece of the brain is sucked. However, the latter several were shot dead, and most of the troops shot were heart.

I thought all the corpses were in these two situations. Who knows, when I checked the last one, the flashlight showed that the head was complete, the hair was long and had a smell. It smelled particularly good in the blood smell. It looked like a girl. She was wearing a wear-resistant denim suit, and her chest was pierced by a bullet. I stretched out to examine her fatal wound. The tentacles were soft, and then I heard a frightened voice from the darkness not far from my head: "don't kill me, please"

It was scary enough to drill into a closed carriage full of dead people. The sudden sound squared the terror index directly.

Step back and point to the direction of the voice with a flashlight. In the light, there is a bloody young asian woman's face. The first feeling when I saw this face was that I was so frightened that I forgot my fear. It's not that her face is so scary that a little blood on her face can't scare me; It's not that she looks ugly. If she washes her face and puts on clean clothes, this woman is definitely a first-class beauty in the street. At least she is a school flower in a comprehensive university. Of course, it's not a school where there are many beauties like ants, but even in that school, she can take advantage of her appearance.

The key problem is that she looks too much like an acquaintance of mine, that is, Monica, whom shopkeeper Qian has always been obsessed with, but she is much younger. She looks at least 4 or 5 years younger than Monica. Whether it is a round apple face, or a small dimple on the face, or a wide forehead, fine eyebrows and small mouth, it looks like a full ten. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine two people who look so alike on the same earth.

Seeing me staring at her in amazement and being "chest attacked" by me as a corpse just now, she may guess that I have some bad ideas. The girl picked up her legs, shrunk up and tilted her red mouth, as if she was scared to cry

I made a silent gesture and whispered, "who are you? Why are you here?" she didn't think I was with those gangsters, so she whispered why she was here.

It turned out that all the bodies on the car were the boss and salesperson of an American jewelry company. They had come to Mexico to purchase crystal raw materials. But on the way, I was attacked by gangsters and caught here, and the girl in front of me was a Singaporean who was studying for a master's degree in finance in the United States. He and his boyfriend are practicing in this jewelry company. This time, they accompanied the boss on a business trip here. Unexpectedly, they met this bad luck.

"How did you get shot and not die?" I asked strangely. At the same time, I looked at her curvy figure with a flashlight. It didn't look like wearing a bulletproof vest.

She reached into the chest pocket of her denim jacket and took out a high-grade all metal lighter with bullets stuck on it. I took it over and saw that what was stuck on it was an ordinary 9mm pistol bullet. The lead warhead had been seriously deformed and was stuck in the middle of the lighter.

"These guys may have used police bullets. They don't have enough charge. Coupled with your smoking habit, they've saved their lives," I said while returning the lighter to her.

"I don't smoke. It's a birthday present for my boyfriend. His birthday is just during his business trip. We're going to ask for leave to go to Copper Canyon to make a campfire camp to celebrate him," she told me.

Unexpectedly, my radio was on, and I was afraid to disturb the gang members driving in front. I was very close to the woman. Lao Hei also heard the girl's words, so Lao Hei's bad laughter came from my headphones: "the sky is on the ground, the bonfire field under the moonlight, I like it. It's exciting enough. I'll call a good friend one day, Hei hei."

I quickly interrupted Lao Hei's nonsense and said, "Oh, your boyfriend? He's here too?" at the same time, I lit a flashlight on the bodies piled at one end of the car after I checked.

She didn't speak, nodded, pointed to a foot wearing men's Nike shoes, signaled that I was her boyfriend's body, and showed a very complex expression of love on her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, people can't come back from death." I don't know what to say, so I can only comfort her casually.

"I'm sorry? Hum, even if he survived, I'd like to kill him myself. Do you know what he said when those bandits wanted to rape me on the day he was kidnapped? He said he asked me not to resist and plead with those bandits after obedience. He said that after a man's sexual desire is satisfied, he might let us live if he is in a good mood. Hum, this is a man, a man who shows his nature in danger "She said gnashing her teeth, with an angry expression that was not commensurate with her age.

I didn't have time to explain to her that "husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they fly respectively in the face of disaster". I quickly asked her what she saw. She tied those people to the warehouse, and then two men came out. They spit out straw like bone spurs in the palm of their hands and killed several colleagues. After that, the remaining gangsters fired a shot each. Then she lay pretending to be dead and smeared a lot of blood on her body and face when there was no one. Then he was thrown into the car and heard someone get into the car and speak in Chinese.

I asked her if she had seen a woman with a bald head or short hair. She said she seemed to have seen it. I felt a burst of ecstasy. I quickly turned on the radio and repeated the situation to Lao Hei on May 1. At the same time, I casually mentioned that the surviving woman looked like Monica.

"Monkey, I don't know what to say." Lao Hei rarely vomited on the radio.

"You've been fooled by the sun. If you have anything to say, fart quickly. Monkey, there are two bad gangsters with guns around me," I whispered impatiently with the radio.

"Don't you think this is an opportunity to help money manager forget Monica and start a new love life?" old black said.

A word woke up the person in my dream. I didn't expect that Lao Hei, a man with five big, three thick, yellow and violent, would be so careful. What can move the kind-hearted shopkeeper Qian who never forgets his old love better than a distressed beauty who has just lost her boyfriend and looks like Monica. Although it's time to hurry to save Sanmei's life, wouldn't it be better to mow the grass and beat the rabbit? Just as I was thinking about it, the truck stopped.

In a low voice, I said to the girl, "keep quiet and hide in the corner. I'll take you to a safe place later."

Then I squinted my eyes and held a round shovel at the door, and the door opened and the strong sunlight came in. Thanks to my early preparation, wearing sunglasses and narrowing my eyes, I was not stabbed and couldn't see clearly. The two thing that opened the door was to grab a shovel, but I was stunned by a head-on blow.

The two round shovel was trying to make a halo, but the man raised his strong arm to block it. The wooden spade with the thick arm of the child broke off. At the same time, his forearm should be broken, otherwise no one would shout so loudly except practicing tenor.

While shouting, the guy stretched out his movable left hand to touch the pistol pinned on the back waist, but I had rushed out of the car and stepped in the air, printing the sole of the shoe on his face. Taking advantage of his bloody nose and being pushed back, he hit the T-shaped end on his head with the remaining half of the spade after landing, and knocked this out.

They took off their belts from the two guys who were stunned and tied their hands. They were about to find something to tie their legs. Two belts were thrown down from the car. When I looked up, it was the Singaporean woman who untied it from the body. I couldn't see that she was very discerning.

After tying up the two gangsters for a long time, I looked around. They should have found a place to deal with the bodies.

Every year, Mexican police can find hundreds of nameless bodies buried under the sand in the desert. More are not found, all thanks to gangs large and small near the desert.

I thought it was really relying on mountains and water conservancy. After killing the hostages, Somali pirates directly tied stones or heavy machine parts and sank the body into the sea.

The bandits here use the desert, but this method is not very scientific. The extremely dry environment will keep the corpse intact. After decades, the identity of the corpse can also be identified according to teeth or other physical characteristics. If so, I may consider treating it with strong acid first and then burying it in the desert.

However, they chose a place where there was no village in the front and no store in the back, which was very beneficial to me. I'm going to try two gang members to see if I can pry open their mouths and pull out something useful. On the contrary, they broke their throats here.

I threw them far away. I kicked the broken guy's forearm with one foot. He immediately woke up with the pain of killing a pig