In fact, Dufo didn't know that the intelligence of these two people was not discovered by the children. The children's ability was not enough to detect the infiltration of two professionally trained intelligence personnel. What really exposed their whereabouts was the place they were in. The owner of the residence.
In order to avoid alerting other people and exposing themselves, they made a deal with the owner of the house with the best view - a middle-aged widower with a red nose that was bleeding. The days were not so pleasant. Two people from the security committee gave the middle-aged man 20 yuan and told him that they would only occupy his house for three days. He could also come back to live in the house at night, but only on the first floor. At the same time, they also told the man not to share their information, as they wanted to surprise their friends who were passing through town.
In fact, it's not like they haven't considered temporarily tying up this middle-aged man, but this is a small town. The population of more than 20,000 people in the town seems to be quite a lot, but in fact there are only that many. Split it up. There are probably less than five thousand families, and almost everyone is very familiar with each other. Once this middle-aged man disappears for two or three days, the local sheriff will definitely come to see what is going on here. People who like to meddle are not only found in developed areas, but also here.
It would be better to spend money to silence him and continue to let him wander around the town as if nothing happened.
Their idea was good, and the middle-aged man was willing to keep it secret, but all three of them ignored one thing. What kind of activities does a middle-aged man who has lost his wife and has no children usually do
If this middle-aged man has a good job and income, and lives in a developed city, he may have some healthier social activities, such as helping young girls who are facing difficulties, or letting those with skills Women study hard and continue to study their skills, but they really can't find some "doctor" who can treat their bloating problem.
But this is a small town, a remote town in the west. There are no skilled women here, there are no young girls who desperately need money to save their lives, and there are no people who are good at making those who are inflated become less inflated. Doctor, it's just wine and jokes.
The man who got twenty dollars immediately went to do what he loved most, drink. In the past, his income relied entirely on casual workers to earn pocket money. He has his own farmland and can sustain his life. Now that he was rich, he should drink to his heart's content, so he went to his favorite bar and ordered two bottles of high-end wine worth one and a half dollars in total, and the world spun around while he drank with his friends.
Someone curiously asked him if he had dug gold out of the ground, or if he had done something shady somewhere, but he laughed and told his friends that there were two idiots from the city. Rented the second floor of his house for three days for 20 yuan.
Normally, this might just be an enviable piece of good luck, but under Du Lin's instructions, this was particularly important information in the eyes of thoughtful people. In order to prevent the coming and going of adults from causing the two drunkards opposite the hotel to say "silly beeps" "Attention, they chose to let the child tell Dulin and his friends about it.
At this time, the boss sitting at the counter pointed to the small door behind him without looking back. His attention was completely attracted by the hilarious plots on TV, and he laughed for a while from time to time, making him laugh so hard. Some people have numb scalp.
Duffer nodded, put one hand in his pocket and walked out of the back door. Outside the back door was a simple alley, with a wooden fence separating the building from the mud and garbage on the other side. He passed through four buildings before going around to the road, and then slowly walked behind the residential house opposite the hotel.
There was also a back door here. Dufo looked around and his wrist shook slightly. A blade over two inches long slipped out from behind his wrist and was caught between his two fingers. He held the doorknob in one hand, and at the same time inserted the blade along the crack of the door, and gently stirred it. When he felt some resistance and slowly increased the strength, the feeling in his hand told him that the door was open. He gently opened the door, took off his leather shoes, turned around and entered the house.
The pistol in the holster was already in his hand. He turned on the safety and carefully looked at the first floor of the room, but he didn't find anything. Before he went up to the second floor, he picked up a dirty furry toy from the ground, frowned slightly, and put it back on the floor.
This half-human tall toy exuded a smell that made him feel sick. There was no doubt that it was a smell that only men could create. His face changed color based on his guess.
This damn homeowner is definitely a pervert!
He shifted his gaze to a worn-out sofa, but fortunately there was a pillow here. He picked up the pillow and went up to the second floor with the gun raised. As soon as he reached the second floor, he heard a voice coming from the door of the second room.
"Do you know where in town there is a telephone?"
"When we came in, there was a grocery store at the gate of the town. There seemed to be a phone there."
"Really? I'll go over and take a look. I have to report to the boss..."
Then there was the sound of the door lock being twisted, and it was obvious that one of the two people was leaving.
If Duffer is asked to think about something that is too complicated, he may not be very good at it, but if he is asked to choose the most suitable plan as quickly as possible in a battle, then he will definitely be very good. When the reed of the door lock was twisted to the end and made a strange metallic friction sound, Dover made a decision. One of the two people was enough.
The guy who opened the door and walked out still had a smile on his face. His eyes were completely focused on the room, and he didn't even notice Dufo standing on the edge of the corridor. Duffer didn't give him any chance, he directly put the pillow in front of the gun's muzzle and kept pulling the trigger. The four bullets instantly tore the damp pillow, bringing out the yellowed and fluffy down inside. The soldier standing in the corridor shook a few times and fell to the ground with a plop.
One of the four bullets hit his neck, and the other three hit his chest. The damage was enough to make him unable to speak and waited for death to come. Many people say that you should aim at the head when shooting. In fact, this is a wrong statement that cannot be considered wrong. Compared with the head, the torso area of a person is larger and easier to be hit. There are only two purposes of shooting people, one is to restrict movement, and the other is to kill the opponent, but these are not enough to let people aim at the target's head.
If the patient is hit in the heart, major organs or intestines, as long as he is not treated within a short period of time, there will be no need for resuscitation in about two to three minutes. As for restricting movement, the legs are excellent targets.
The sound of him falling and the sound of gunshots alerted another person in the room. The guy immediately pulled out his gun and squatted behind the bed, aiming at the door. Sweat began to drip from his forehead. Outside the door, there was nothing but a pair of legs that twitched from time to time. Nothing could be seen or heard.
The sound of the gunshot was much weakened after passing through the pillow. In addition, the doors and windows in this room were closed and did not spread outside the room. Pedestrians walking on the road did not even know that they were less than ten meters in diameter. A murder just occurred.
A silent space can make some people relax, and it can also make some people nervous. After three minutes of confrontation with the air, the people in the room felt their twitching legs no longer move, and the pressure in their hearts increased sharply, making them unbearable. shouted out, "Who is it? We are agents of the Imperial Security Committee and are performing tasks. Your behavior has seriously violated the laws of the empire..."
At this moment, he heard a crisp metal vibration coming from outside the door. It was the sound made by a well-known brand lighter when the lid was opened. About five seconds later, a lit pillow was thrown in from outside the door.
The position was awkward. The pillow fell on the other side of the bed, and soon ignited the quilt on the bed. The flames grew bigger and bigger, but the people in the room did not dare to put out the flames. Because he knew very well that as long as he made any noise, a gun might appear outside the door.
Big beads of sweat hung down his temples. He wiped the sweat from his face, slowed down and stood up slowly. Now there were two ways to go.
Rush out and fight the gunman to the death, or break the window and jump out.
This is the second floor, which is not high. He will not be fatally injured if he jumps out. As long as he jumps out, he will definitely alert the local sheriff. At that time, he will be able to get help from the locals, and this gunman will never be able to escape.
But he was not sure whether the guy would suddenly shoot at him when he broke the window. People's fear of the unknown is much higher than the fear of the known. It was this uncertainty that made him struggle internally. Difficulty making decisions.
At this time, he had moved to the window. The whole bed started to burn, but there was still no sound from the door. He knew that he could not wait any longer. He did not want to be burned alive, nor did he want to be shot to death as soon as he went out like his companions. . He picked up the telescope on the table and threw it at the window. The sound of breaking glass was like the signal of a starting gun. He kicked his legs up and sat on the table, turned over and fell out of the window.
As he breathed in the fresh air, he thanked God for not giving up on him.
But what was waiting for him was a familiar face - Du Fu, and a wooden stick.
The time he spent falling to the ground from the second floor was not enough for him to adjust his body shape and aim and shoot. He watched helplessly as a black shadow covered his eyes. After his head buzzed, all the images were lost in front of him.
(End of chapter)