It is still in front of the dilapidated red brick house.
The air was stuffy and hot, and even the wind that was blowing at night was hot and dry. The moon hanging in the night sky disappeared at some point, and when I looked up, only a few stars remained.
The man crossed the long ridge and came to the wall outside the red brick house.
The sound of frogs at night came and went, and croaking frogs were everywhere. One squatted in a crowded corner of the wall and kept chirping, but when the man approached silently, the frogs all felt the danger and jumped and jumped. He jumped out of the grass and disappeared into the rice field next to him in a blink of an eye.
The man walked from the woodshed to the kitchen, detoured all the way, and finally reached the front door.
On the left is the living room, on the right is the kitchen, and in the middle is the Buddha statue of the ancestors. The door is open, but there is no light inside, but the doors of the rooms on the left and right are open, and the light in the lit room is projected, and dimly illuminates the middle. hall.
There is a kind of meaning to invite you into the urn.
There were also four men in the living room, walking around, discussing in English what to do with the woman.
He glanced quickly and saw a white sneaker inside—she was wearing it.
With the gun in his hand pulled off the safety, he quietly walked around the door and came to the window in the living room.
but-
He almost stopped by the window when a figure suddenly appeared on the left, and the muzzle of a gun was aimed at his forehead.
"coming?"
A lazy voice is very familiar, but there is only coldness in the clear tone.
As soon as the voice fell, the man saw the situation inside through the window.
There were indeed four men, all of which were exactly the same in shape and dress as those men, but at this moment, those men were bound with their hands and feet gagged and thrown into the bedroom together with the living room. A woman was wearing Mo Shangyun. His clothes were sitting on the ground, he wore a hat and sunglasses, and his figure was similar to Mo Shangyun, but he was definitely not Mo Shangyun.
With a few poker cards in his mouth, he seemed to be playing cards with those men.
However, after hearing the movement outside, she threw the playing cards in her hand and sat up from the floor.
The man turned his head slightly and looked at the woman who raised her hand with a gun and approached him step by step.
Mo Shangyun put on Si Sheng's long-sleeved T-shirt, but he didn't wear a hat, and his short hair was a delicate and beautiful face, but at the moment, this delicate face was dyed with frost, not even soft and gentle.
Holding a gun, the hem of her T-shirt was slightly raised, revealing two slender legs that had been hidden under military trousers and jeans for many years. It was so white that it contrasted sharply with the dark night. She walked by the window, and the incandescent light in the house fell. On her body, her skin was almost transparent.
When he looked at himself, Mo Shangjun was also looking at him.
Her hair is a little longer, covering her forehead, her eyebrows are downcast, her nose is thin and her lips are straight, and when she looks at her, her expression is always not serious, bad, and a bit ruffian, but both her temperament and appearance are much more mature, still the same. Bad, but more restrained.
It wasn't the cold, arrogant and gloomy look when we met last time, but it was a little closer to what he remembered.
"Give."
He took the initiative to hand over the gun in his hand.
With a smile in his eyes and a relaxed expression, he seemed to accept his fate.
Mo Shangyun stared at him closely, the hand of the short spear was very stable, and it could make his head explode at any time. She stared slightly and took his pistol over.
At this moment, a man with a round face came out of the window, flashed a pair of handcuffs, shook it in the light, and finally smiled at the man, "Brother, although we have never met, but don't stop."
Saying that, the man showed no politeness in his words, and bluntly handcuffed the man.
"Go in."
Mo Shangjun still held the gun to his head.
The man was obedient, without any intention of resisting, he turned around after hearing Mo Shangyun's words, and walked in through the door.
That posture is not like a prisoner who is handcuffed and pointed at his head, but a distinguished guest who is respectfully invited by the master to enter the door.
Along the way, Mo Shangyun felt like a follower, and was unhappy, and pulled out a waste brick directly from the window.
Hearing the sound, the man turned his head, saw the extra brick in her hand, pursed his lips slightly, and the lip line formed a straight line, she asked hesitantly, "Isn't it?"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun slapped a brick against his forehead.
- Yan Tianxing had a wound on his forehead.
The wounds don't have to be the same, but they have to be there.
As for whether it was him who was a stumbling block, let's talk about it later. Anyway, she doesn't like him very much now, and it's not bad that she didn't stab him directly.
Man falls.
"Come on, do me a favor."
Si Sheng leaned against the living room door and watched all this. She didn't know what to expect under her sunglasses, but the corners of her lips were betrayed.
Mo Shangyun gave her a sideways glance.
Two men walked out behind Si Sheng and walked over to help him up.
"Go to the second floor." Mo Shangyun said to them.
After finishing speaking, Mo Shangjun instructed Si Sheng, "I'll leave the next few to you."
"Row."
Si Sheng responded casually.
In the living room, the four strong men hummed and tried to break free, but they were doing nothing.
Si Sheng moved his fingers, and the knuckles rubbed and clicked, as if he was preparing for the next thing.
Mo Shangyun retracted his gaze, fearing that he would not stare at him, the man slipped away, and soon followed the other two upstairs.
- The four people who were acting in the living room were all called by Si Sheng, and Si Sheng didn't say anything about their identities and occupations, but they must not be a good thing.
This scene is also pre-arranged by them.
From the moment the curtain was pulled down, the scene had already begun.
Mo Shangjun and Si Sheng changed their clothes and waited by the window where that person was most likely to observe beforehand, and it was Si Sheng who fought with those individuals.
Si Sheng, who was supposed to track down another group of people, appeared here, naturally it was discussed earlier.
Although he was very interested in those people, Mo Shangyun didn't come here this time for them, he just came across them incidentally. In order to make the original plan go smoothly, Si Sheng was an essential factor, and of course he couldn't leave.
But in order to let the people following behind relax their vigilance and believe that she is the only one, Mo Shangjun asked Si Sheng to drive a distance, but at a selected corner, let An Yi continue to drive instead of Si Sheng and continue to chase the group. People, Si Sheng rushed here one step ahead along a path.
With Si Sheng's help, manpower is not a problem, and each one is more reliable, Mo Shangyun basically doesn't need to worry, and completes the plan easily.
Of course, all of these plans stem from her determination—
"That person will definitely come. Even if he thought it was a trap, it would definitely come.
He didn't kill her the last time we met, so now he will never let her die. 』
He does know her.
But at the same time, she knew a lot about him.
Second floor.
He chose a dusty stool that had been covered in dust for a long time. Mo Shangyun asked the man to throw the man onto the chair, and then personally tied the man's hands and feet to the chair. , the long-term binding was enough to leave marks on his hands and feet for a few days.
Mo Shangjun searched him from head to toe, even the nails were searched, and finally found a bunch of familiar self-defense objects, so she confiscated them all.
In less than ten minutes, all the external weapons on the man's body were thrown aside by Mo Shangyun, and the only person to be guarded against was him.
However, Mo Shangyun didn't take it too seriously.
Although his skills are good, with her around, he can't run away.
After packing everything up, Mo Shangyun waved his hand and let the two go downstairs.
Soon, only Mo Shangyun and him were left in the dark room on the second floor.
Different from the first floor where people can live after cleaning up, those people did not clean up the second floor. Even the air upstairs had a musty smell. I was afraid that they would bring snipers. Mo Shangjun even closed the doors and windows, the only lighting. The light was a flashlight that Mo Shangyun hung above the man's head. Hanging upside down, the flashlight just hit the top of the man's head. From top to bottom, the shadow was vertical and the shadow was scattered.
Putting the general's knife in the scabbard, put it in the only left pocket of the long T-shirt, and put it together with a pistol. Mo Shangyun picked up the mineral water on the table beside him, unscrewed it slowly, and took a sip himself. .
Then, approach the man.
The mineral water bottle was lifted and held above the man's head.
"Hey-"
Feeling something, the man moved and made a sound.
However, before he could finish speaking, Mo Shangjun's hand tilted, and the remaining mineral water poured down from the bottle, all of which smashed onto the man's head.
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