"Does anyone need to pee?" the policeman sitting in the driver's seat muttered, and the speed of the car slowed down significantly.
Du Fu leaned into Du Lin's ear and whispered: "He is reminding us that if we say we need to excrete, it means there is someone behind us to help. Although the car will not stop, it will take a relatively stable road. If we say we do not need to excrete, then It means that if there is no one to take care of you, the road ahead may be bumpy and the speed will be faster.”
In fact, "code words" like this are prevalent in all walks of life. People dare not say something that may be incorrect openly, but they dare to break the rules unscrupulously. "peeing" when going to prison is just one of them. There are also many code words in gangs, especially when the gang may be under official investigation. Almost everyone uses code words to replace some keywords, such as "turn off the lights." ", "cows", "seafood", etc. If no one takes you into the industry, it is absolutely impossible to figure out what these people mean.
For example, "Seafood from such and such a place has arrived. Several new cows were born in the pasture. One of them is particularly lively. After dark, turn off the lights to calm down." If someone who doesn't know the inside story hears what others are saying. If you say such a sentence loudly on the street, you may only think that it is a chat between two businessmen, but if you explain it through "black talk", then this sentence completely changes its appearance - "Smuggled from such and such a place. The things will arrive today, and the person responsible for collecting funds for the gang has several new targets, but if someone does not cooperate, he will be killed when the time is right to warn others. "
Of course, in a place like Turner City, gang members don't need to communicate in black language. With the way city managers treat the city, this is simply a breeding ground for crime. They don't need to worry about pressure from regional police departments, just rival gangs and those eager to take over.
After Dover finished speaking, he knocked on the iron plate between the carriage and the cab. Through the small hole, which was only the size of a palm and covered with two layers of fine barbed wire, the driver in the driver's seat could be vaguely seen tilting his head towards his companion on the co-pilot's side. A smile appeared.
This is a lucrative job. Everyone in the police station wants to escort prisoners to prison. As long as you have a little money or ability, you will gain a lot along the way. It can range from ten or twenty yuan for a few boxes of cigarettes to thirty or fifty yuan for a whole box of cigarettes. There will definitely be rewards along the way. The reason why we were able to secure such a good opportunity was because these two police officers were usually very energetic and efficient in their work. In addition, Prondeau really needed to train some young police officers, so they were given this opportunity.
The speed of the escort car suddenly slowed down, and the direction of travel also changed. Soon the bumpy car became smoother, and it no longer suddenly "jumped up" and let its butt kiss the iron bench.
"What time are we? How far is it from the prison?" The carriage is closed, so it is impossible to judge the current location of the escort vehicle through the environment outside the car, nor can it judge the current time. According to the plan agreed upon by Dulin and Prondo, they will replace the members serving their sentences at three o'clock, only five kilometers away from the prison, and let a fake "Dulin" serve his sentence. Dulin would leave here in his own car and return to Turnel, hiding in the city until his sentence was over before reappearing.
He also considered whether to really serve a prison sentence, but finally gave up the idea under Dufo's persuasion. The situation in prison is more complex and full of special circumstances that cannot be resisted by human beings. If someone really wants to attack Du Lin, Du Lin will definitely go to see Pluto without any room for resistance. As long as the other party makes the warden happy with enough money, there will be three more strange prisoners in Dulin's cell. I have to say here that there are four people in a cell, and sometimes there are six people. It is said that prisons in the imperial capital always have two people in a cell, but that can't be done here.
The warden put all the money in his own pocket and did not have that much money to build a new dormitory. What's more, there are a group of prisoners in it. Wouldn't it be condoning crime by giving them such a good prison environment
As long as Du Lin changes his cell or roommate, he will definitely have a moment of confusion, at least he will always sleep, and then those people will start quickly and secretly.
So Du Lin followed Dufo's suggestion and sent a substitute in. For this purpose, he paid a thousand yuan in favors and asked the warden to turn a blind eye.
The driver glanced down at the clock hanging on the passenger side and replied without looking back: "It's already two fifty now, and it's only five kilometers away from the prison at most."
Du Lin said thank you, looked at each other with Dufo, and both silently took off the handcuffs and opened the safety of the pistol.
Wrong plan!
Logically speaking, someone should have come to pick him up by now, but the car still didn't stop. It was winter in the desolate wilderness, and the grass had long been blown away by strong winds. The occasional tree was also bare. If there is anyone nearby, the driver will definitely be able to see it. He couldn't see, which meant... there was no one around.
This is wrong, because the plan is not only Prondeau's plan, but also Dulin's plan. Even if Prondeau does not strictly implement it, his people should also implement it. If his people weren't killed by someone, it's because they didn't come.
Why didn't they come
Dulin thought about this problem.
If Ellis were here, he would be able to tell Dulin why they didn't arrive at the designated place on time, because someone was attacking the farm, and just as they were about to leave, two trucks stopped on the path outside the farm. Then about twenty people jumped down, almost all of them armed with pistols, and launched an invasion of the farm.
If a batch of pistols had not been found in an abandoned sewer of Godol's estate, the farm would have been captured by this group of people wearing masks and hats in just ten minutes. At this time, Ellis glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and anxiously took advantage of the burst of shooting outside to shoot several shots out of the window.
In fact, this kind of shooting is useless. The killing and wounding range of the pistol is nearly half shorter than the theoretical effective distance. As long as you are more than 20 meters away, wear thicker clothes, and have stronger toughness, getting a bullet is equivalent to being punched hard. (Winter, thirty meters away, hit, turned green, and then continued running - all the above are fabrications, made up by the author.) Ellis could clearly feel that the other party had indeed eliminated them. The idea of farming is not a temporary rush, but seems to be a protracted war.
What's even worse is that these people are so strange. Not only do they have powerful firepower, but they also act very methodically. Ellis may not understand the word "organism". He only knows that these people cooperated very well and gradually approached the houses that had been simply repaired. Some places were even shot through.
He had no idea what kind of force in Tenel City could assemble so many pistols. In addition, the last time the car sent to Guli City was robbed, he felt that these people were most likely from other places.
"We can't go on like this, we must find a way to repel them!" Ellis looked at the two companions beside him, who were guarding the window. At this time, I have to thank the farmer who has been mixed with the mud at the bottom of the Agate River. He built the house very simply, with only one door and five windows on the first floor, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.
At this time, someone said: "I remember that the cellar originally led to Warehouse No. 1, but a section of it collapsed for some unknown reason. If we dig out from there, we should be able to appear behind them!"
This information was timely and important. Airlie turned around and was about to speak when his body trembled violently and he fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face. He was dragged to a relatively safe place, grinning and clutching his waist, then slowly released his hand, and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief. There was no blood, which meant there was no penetration, but a warhead that had deformed like an irregular coin had torn his coat into pieces and was lying quietly on his underwear. He took off the warhead and put it in his pocket after thinking about it.
"Draw one person from each window. There are tools in the cellar. Go dig now." He stood up with the help and support of his companions. "The others will cover for them and strengthen their counterattack!"
The next moment, the intensity of the window's counterattack suddenly increased a lot, and the mysterious people who were slowly advancing also suspended their continuous advancement. If the pistol hadn't used obsidian, both sides would probably have run out of ammunition.
About ten minutes later, Ellis saw a figure flashing inside the door of Warehouse No. 1. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Only one person should be left at each window, and everyone else should go to Warehouse No. 1!"
There was an exchange of fire on Ellis' side, and Dulin, who already had an ominous premonition, was about to face the same situation.
The car escorting them stopped, and the police officer sitting in the driver's cab whistled, "It seems that there is a great big shot among you, is it the guy named Dulin? This scene is really grand, I hope you are not Looks good!”
"What happened outside?" Du Lin asked.
"Would you know if you come down and see for yourself?" The driver pulled a lever, the compartment made an unpleasant sound, and the door slowly opened.
At this moment, the driver smiled playfully and asked the guy who walked outside the cab: "Brother, what did you bring us?"
The next second, a gunshot rang out and a bullet penetrated the driver's head. The police officer on the co-pilot was also shot in the head in the panic of drawing his gun.
"Go to the back and take care of everyone. Don't let anyone go!"
Listening to the footsteps outside the carriage, Dulin's hands were sweating!
(End of chapter)