Chapter 127

"What are you doing? I heard it on the radio during your interrogation during the day. None of these guys had a lot of lives. How can you grind like shopkeeper Qian? Quickly solve the two in front, and it's important to do business." he whispered. He carried a pistol with a muffler around the building and ran to the front of the house, and I quickly followed him, We cooked the last two with a pistol.

After confirming that there were no other living people, Lao hei and I smashed the front and rear windows of the room where the poison gas had been released, and blew away for a while to get ready to go in.

After waiting for a few minutes, Lao Hei waved to me, startled me and asked, "are you sure you can go in? Isn't that thing very powerful?"

He seemed very sure. "I'm sure, when we distribute the stuff, we say it is in the user manual. It can be safely passed by the fast volatilization. This stuff comes up quickly and spreads quickly, just like drinking Baijiu, you know."

"Cautiously without any noise, Baijiu will be the most headache. If it is not cleaned and sucked up, it will never hurt, or wait." so I waited for a while after my insistence. Then I walked into the room lightly and started to look at it four times.

The furniture in the room is very simple. There are several bedrooms with iron beds up and down. There are some ammunition under the iron bed. A corner was blocked out with a cloth. A double bed was placed in a cubicle. Dozens of family planning supplies were thrown on the head of the bed. It showed that this was the place where the boss occasionally worked with his mistress or prostitute.

After looking for a long time and rolling up the carpet covering the whole house, I found an entrance to the basement. After a few gentle moves, I found that it was bolted from the inside. I was so happy that someone might still be inside. I lay on my stomach and put my headphones close to the floor to listen to the news. Unexpectedly, the first sound that came to my ears along the floor was the frightening sound of the bolt being pulled and reset.

Before I could speak, I lay on the ground and kicked old black to the door. Like a reassuring oil stick rolling on the cream sugar, I tried my best to turn my body on the ground towards the window. The bullet chased my rotating body and hit the floor in a straight line full of holes. When I was about to hit the wall, I jumped up like a salmon out of the water, knocked open the window, and jumped into the yard with scattered glass and broken window frames.

Almost as soon as I jumped out of the inside, behind me was a dense piece of bullets, which pierced the floor from bottom to top and destroyed everything in the house. The sofa was hit with sponge crumbs, the TV flashed a few times, and the electric spark stopped working. Several small gangster bodies were also pierced by bullets, and countless holes of different sizes. A large watt light bulb was blown open by a stray bullet. For a moment, bullets and fragments flew together in the room, and the flesh and blood were the same. The bullets frantically cut any object in the way until they penetrated the roof and flew into the sky. If we slow down a little bit, I'm afraid Lao hei and I can't get out.

"Why are they so cruel, firing without asking, not afraid to hurt their own people?" old black squatted outside the wall and swept a few shots inside to prevent the enemies in the basement from rushing up and said to me.

"They should have seen the light through the floor after the carpet was lifted, and there must be some contact code we don't know. You first suppress them," I replied, while taking the shortened form on the two bodies in the yard nearby

The m1super 90 shotgun came back. In this kind of indoor close combat in which neither side can accurately aim and there is no professional military bunker, the shotgun is more applicable.

After throwing one at Lao Hei's feet, I loaded the bullet of the shotgun. He fired a random shot at the floor. These gangsters prefer powerful 3-inch bullets, which suddenly made a hole the size of a football in the floor. Then, under the cover of Lao Hei's continuous suppression fire, I pulled down two attack grenades from the tactical vest, read for 3 seconds, and threw them into the hole one by one.

The bottom escaped the splash carried by the explosion shock wave, and the two of us rushed in with shotguns. The floor, which was already riddled with holes, was blown up with a big hole 3 or 4 meters in diameter. Turn on the tactical flashlight on the gun and take a picture of the basement exposed below. Two guys were lying there twitching and could not live. Old black pulled the guard wood and bombarded them twice. The pain must be over. It's just that the body was smashed by a shotgun, which really made me have a strong aversion to a fruit called watermelon.

The stairs in the basement were also damaged by grenades, and many pieces of wood were inserted into the two people who had just shot up. In the past, when I opened my clothes and looked at the tattoo on my chest, I confirmed that I was a member of Taiji tiger. But the basement was not big, only the ventilation window connected between the wall and the outdoor was still rotating. I thought it was no wonder that the carpet covered the gap and had an independent ventilation system, otherwise it would have been smoked by poison gas. In addition to the fan, there were several iron chairs in the corner that had been blown out of shape, but none of the living people.

"Where have you been?" old black asked in wonder.

"Down?" I said to myself, stamping my foot on the solid concrete floor.

"Here's a safe?" said old black, pointing a flashlight at something like a small iron door on a concrete wall.

I saw it was a large safe. It must have been built when the house was built. It was cast into the wall. It is more than half a person tall. There is a circular dial on it, which is used to input the password for the mechanical password lock.

"Look at me, I didn't learn much from sol when I went to visit him." Lao Hei took out C4, cut it into small pieces with a military knife, inserted the remote-control detonator and stuck it to several corners of the safe door. After calculating the power, the whole basement was unsafe. We took a ladder to each other. We climbed back to the top, hid in a safe place and detonated the detonator.

Jump back and see the badly bombed safe. It's obvious that Lao Hei didn't get Sol's true biography. He used too much explosives, and the whole iron door was about to be blown down. When exploding the safe, blasting experts will try their best not to hurt the things inside, but sometimes they have to use special equipment.

We were both disappointed when we took a picture inside with a flashlight. It didn't mean that the things inside were worthless. It didn't help us in our hurry to find the host. The safe is divided into three layers by iron plate, filled with thick plastic bags as big as milk powder bags, which are full of white powdered heroin, many of which have been blown up or cracked.

Generally speaking, there are always dozens of bags. It seems that it is worth at least millions, but these things that can kill thousands of people outside, enough to cause the ferocious conflagration of two gangs, are not as valuable as a piece of paper with the whereabouts of the host in the eyes of Lao hei and me.

"Go away. In a moment, those guys will come back when they can't find anyone," old black said to me.

"Throw these things in the middle of the basement, pour two barrels of gasoline and burn them later," I said, taking a bag as heavy as a brick out of the safe and throwing it into the middle of the basement. This is not to say that I am a fan of Lord Lin, but a habit I developed in the army. At that time, after our company attacked the nests of overseas drug traffickers, all the drugs that could not be taken away were destroyed on the spot, and these things could not continue to harm people.

We kept throwing our four hands, and finally there were only the last few bags left. Who knows, at this time, the plastic bag in my hand collided with Lao Hei's hand, rubbed the deformed door of the safe, and slid to the ground. During the explosion just now, the area near the safe door had been blown out of shape, and several places had been seriously deformed, highlighting the sharp edges of the metal. The plastic bag was scratched and cut at once, and a lot of white powder flew like dust in the flashlight light.

I quickly bent down and threw it, determined not to leave a bag to the drug dealer, but just then, I noticed a very slight air flow blowing the white powder, and the direction was the air flow from the safe.

While busy, he took down the flashlight from the sure-fire tactical fender and lay on the ground to carefully study the empty layer without heroin at the bottom. After carefully checking and touching it with my gloves, I found that there was a mystery at the bottom of the safe, and a very thin seam was found between the bottom plate and the main body of the safe. Originally, the safe should be cast into the wall. Even if the bottom plate is cracked, there should be no airflow through it, so it immediately aroused my interest.

Another C4 was inserted. This time, I didn't hide outside. I closed the nearly 5cm thick cabinet door and covered it with something. Lao hei and I hid in the corner and detonated the explosive.

This time, I came to see that the gap had been expanded a lot. A big dark hole was blowing out, wide enough for people to probe through. First, I looked at the situation below with a hose peeping probe. After confirming that no one was thunder, I went in and slowly drilled in with my hand against one side of a square well made of cement, like a gecko. It's like the air-conditioning and air supply channel of high-end buildings. It's a one meter square cement pipe.

I observed the environment with a flashlight. There are a group of electronic equipment and transmission motors on my head. It should control the lifting of the bottom plate of the safe. I guess it's something like RFID or Bluetooth password device, on the bosses who may have died in the house. But I didn't expect to be fooled in by us. Think about it, most of the other gangsters grabbed heroin and ran away. If the old black C4 hadn't been used more today, I'm afraid we wouldn't have found it here.

The flashlight shines directly in front of me. There is a long one meter square pipe. The upper, lower, left and right walls are made of cement. Occasionally, I can hear the ticking sound of water seepage. I think I can find what I want along this gloomy and gray cement pipe