C302 Lonely Dragon-Door

The corridor was dimly lit, and his intuition told him that there was no one on this floor.

Touching that anti-theft door, it's all rust, no one lives in a room, could it be that the people from Western Restaurant are joking with me!

A string of thoughts of ridicule surfaced in his mind.

He pushed the door, but it was not locked. He thought to himself, since I've come, I should go in and take a look.

He opened the anti-theft door and opened the inner door.

After waiting for a while, his heart started pounding. What if it was a trap!

There was a musty smell in the room, a place where no one had lived for a long time. Could it be a ghost house?

He stepped forward with one foot, stepped on it, and squatted down to touch his foot. It was all dust.

He rubbed his back against the wall and felt the light switch.

The lights were still on, and he could clearly see the house. The living room that they entered was thirty square meters in area. It could be considered a large living room in the houses of that era. There was a row of sofas in front of him, which looked like the antiques of the last century. He walked over and touched the dust.

It had been so many years since there was anyone around, could it really be a ghost house?

He felt goosebumps all over his body. He thought about the stories in the Western Stories about the terrifying haunted houses. Then he remembered that someone had died here before, and the ghosts had not dispersed!

He stomped back to the door.

He took a closer look at the ground and was so scared that his hair almost stood up. A series of footprints was definitely not his. He only took a few steps against the wall, and the trail of footprints slanted from the door to the door of a room.

How could there be footprints in a place that hadn't been lived for many years!

The room was closed, and he could feel the cold wind blowing on him. It must have come from the walls, the ground, and the top of his head.

After a long while, he finally saw some clues from the footprints.

Squatting down, he examined the footprints. Judging from the traces, he seemed extremely familiar. The footprints had been stepped on by military combat boots. He wore these boots every day during the basic training, so he was very familiar with this footprint.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he was sure that it was a combat boot.

It was a soldier!

His suspicions towards the ghost god immediately disappeared, and he followed the footprints to the entrance of the room. With his hand on the door, he thought, there can't be a gun pointed at the door, right? Even if soldiers came, they might not be friends. Enemies were inevitable. As the saying goes, a fellow cultivator is an enemy of his own!

Fortunately, there was no gun.

It was a bedroom, with a bed, and the bed was old.

There was a bedsheet on the bed, covered by a bed roll.

He walked over to the bed and touched the bed sheets, moved by the novelty.

There was no dirt on the bed sheets, so it was obvious that someone had just moved them.

When he lifted it up, he was instantly struck dumb.

The bed sheets were not covered with blankets, but rather, two Hei Zi's luggage.

Zhao Chuanqi thought about the bloody scene, what was inside was a human corpse. Reaching out to touch the surface, Zhang Xuan felt that the sensation was ice-cold and the substance was hard.

When he pulled open the lock, he saw a piece of paper. There was not a single word on it, it was just a picture of a peach Q in a poker card.

Zhao Chuanqi thought of a person who he met in Beijing and didn't know his name. He only knew that his name was Red Peach Q and that first-rate Red Peach Blossom A.

Zhao Chuanqi sat on the bed, put the slip of paper inside his clothes and opened his bag.

The first bag contained three submachine guns. They were brand-new, and they were all of the best quality from abroad. They were among the top characters in the world of submachine guns.

German MP5, MP7, Uz, Israel.

Then two more powerful G36's appeared. This was the pride of the Germans, the best of assault rifles.

Zhao Chuanqi hugged the two guns like he was hugging a lover, unwilling to let go.

With one arm around the guns, he opened the bag with the other to see what was inside.

There were quite a few things in the second bag. There were several handguns, a small and exquisite Browning, a rough and domineering Desert Eagle, ten grenades smaller than a fist, as well as two daggers and binoculars. At the bottom was a set of black combat uniform and combat boots.

Zhao Chuanqi stood up and took off his clothes, changed into his battle uniform and put on his battle boots. He took out two pieces of compressed rations and a small bottle of water from a pocket on his clothes.

Standing by the bed, he had a gun holster, a dagger in his boot, a grenade on his butt, a jacket full of magazine, two submachine guns, and a G36 on his back. Finally, he hung the binoculars around his neck. He tried it out and could see a glowing red figure through the window on the other side.

He felt that he was Schwarzenegger of Dragon Pool. Tonight, he was going to enter Dragon Pool by himself as well.

He stood still as he was about to leave the house. How could someone dress up like that and go to the neighborhood? And he couldn't just walk around either! If he was not treated like a monster on the streets, he would be taken over by the police before he reached Dragon Pool.

Recently, he had also heard rumors that the police were desperately searching for a rifle.

As he was fretting, he saw a SUV downstairs.

The same as the gangsters.

It was God who had delivered it to him. He hurried downstairs and came to the car. The door was unlocked and the key was in the car.

Zhao Chuanqi opened the car door and got in. When he started the car and heard the engine, he became very excited.

He drove the car out of the district.

The security guard saw that the car came out again soon after it got in, so he did not stop it.

Zhao Chuanqi walked slowly on the road, planning on how to get rid of those people. He was born as a security guard, and this kind of thing as a barricade in battle was not as professional as Lu Shaotang. Maybe it was worse than Liu Cheng, who would have called him along if he knew earlier.

He thought too much about it. He thought about the road to the gangster district and stepped on the accelerator.

The residential area was one of the most luxurious residential areas. The people living here were all wealthy people in the city.

The security guards of the small district were all extremely unreasonable. Zhao Chuanqi did not have the time to talk to them, he just turned on the lights, causing the security guards to be unable to open their eyes, of course they would not be able to see what was hanging on Zhao Chuanqi's body.

The security guard didn't stop him. He knew the car, so he often went in and out. The higher-ups greeted him.

Zhao Chuanqi easily passed through, and when he was on his way to the residential complex, he saw that person who brought him to the residential complex, and on the car was his chewing gum locator.

Ye Zichen took out his phone and received the call. The red dot was still flashing.

On the satellite map, he already knew the terrain clearly. There were no fake mountains or floral pool, he knew where he could hide.

The building in front of him was not for sale.

This was the base of the bandits, which could be said to be their headquarters.

Their cars were all parked here, like the blue sedan that was following him.

Zhao Chuanqi saw it all.

Raising their binoculars, they looked up. Quiet.

A professional assassination organization like this should have a few sentries outside the building instead of the army.

After observing for a while and confirming that there were no sentries, he got out of the car. He then hid himself among the flowers in front of the building and closely observed the exit.

It was very dark inside and there was no sound coming from it. It was strangely quiet, making people feel very uneasy.

Zhao Chuanqi squatted there, wondering if he should go in!

While he was hesitating, the sound of hurried footsteps came from inside the building. There were at least five people, and they were all wearing leather shoes. The sound of their footsteps was especially loud.

Zhao Chuanqi lowered his body.

The five men were all tall and strong. They all had weapons in their hands. They looked at both sides and then walked towards the car.

One of them asked, "What's the matter?"

"They were ambushed and suffered heavy casualties. That kid has a weapon in his hand!"

They hurried into the car, and it appeared that they were the injured comrades.

Who were they ambushed by? Could it be Red Peach Q?

They had given Zhao Chuanqi a piece of information that was extremely beneficial to him.

The leader of the bandits said, "Let's go back quickly. There are only two people in the family."

Zhao Chuanqi was overjoyed, this was a good opportunity. He took a silencer from his pocket and fitted it to the muzzle of his gun.

Hearing that the car had gone far, he got up from floral pool and looked around, only to find that everything had returned to silence. Like a leopard cat, he ran from floral pool to the entrance of the building, entered the building in a flash, and walked up the stairs.

From the sound of their footsteps, they had come from the third floor. That meant that their base was on the third floor as well. There were only two people left. Hopefully, they weren't experts.

He felt that those who stayed at home could not be experts, but rather commanders or people in charge of external relations.

Just as he was about to walk up to the second floor, there was a series of heavy knocking at the door. When he was still at the stairs, he smelt a pungent smell of alcohol.

Damn it, I think this time none of us can even think of returning alive, the more people we fight, the fewer people we can kill, and today we have lost another three, if we can't complete the mission, no one can even think of going back alive! Fuck, Zhang Bing, what the hell are you doing, did you puke at the door again?

Zhao Chuanqi walked up one flight of stairs as the drunkard carried his wine bottle to the third floor.

He flashed like a rabbit to the door, where people were still cursing, "Fuck you, you're fucking gone again!"

Zhao Chuanqi stomped his feet on the ground at the door and the person inside shouted, "Get in here right now and discuss how you're going to deal with that brat. Fuck, who the hell is he?

While he was blabbering, Zhao Chuanqi flashed into the room. He was seated on a chair, wearing an earpiece as he looked at his computer.

Zhao Chuanqi crept behind him.

The unconscious man continued to work on the computer.

Zhao Chuanqi pointed the gun at the back of his head and looked at the computer. This guy was complaining about how crafty his opponent was, and after going to his place several times, he managed to escape.

F * ck, where are the reinforcements! What part of them are they!

The person hit the keyboard and the email was sent out.

Zhao Chuanqi was puzzled. Why didn't such a high-tech assassin's guild contact them by phone? It was really troublesome to send messages, could it be to another country.

He decided to capture the tongue alive and ask about something from its mouth!