The rising sun shone on the garbage dump, flies danced, and the stench wafted through the air. In front of a clay-brick house, three small cars were parked, silent with no one visible. Little Lang led everyone slowly closer. The stray youths had been scared once before by the burly man's handgun, hesitating with faces filled with fear. Little Lang couldn't stand it anymore, planning for everyone to wait in the established spot while he went ahead alone.
At this mont, four burly n rushed out of the clay-brick house, wearing black hoods and holding handguns. They spread out at the door, vigilantly watching the surroundings. A tall, strong man pushed out a woman in military officer dress, also wearing a black hood. Little Lang was thrilled to see it was Military Doctor Wu and couldn't help but quicken his pace.
"Kid, get lost or you'll regret it." One of the burly n rushed forward a few steps, roaring angrily.
This man wore a black hood, his face invisible, but everyone recognized him from his voice as the one who had brandished a handgun to scare them earlier. Everyone backed away in fear, and the forr leader hesitated and said to Little Lang, "Boss, it's this guy who wanted to kill us before. They all have guns, what do you think?"
"Useless! Stay behind." Little Lang said displeased, bringing everyone more as a cover for his identity and purpose, not to truly put everyone in danger. Little Lang saw Military Doctor Wu unhard, only wearing handcuffs, letting out a quiet breath and moving forward.
"Kid, you're asking for it." The burly man shouted, lifting his hand for a shot, the bullet landing in front of Little Lang.
Little Lang pretended to be afraid, stepped back two steps, and looked at these people in doubt. Why did they bring Military Doctor Wu outside? Were they not afraid of being spotted by satellites? Or was it intentional, to expose Military Doctor Wu's identity and location, attracting Luo Zheng to co and rescue? The latter seed more likely. Little Lang's mind raced with thoughts, seeing the burly man approaching to expel them again, he pretended to be afraid, stepped back a few more steps, and said, "Who are you? This is our territory, get lost."
Military Doctor Wu was startled upon hearing the familiar voice but hid it well, not drawing the attention of others. Curiously following the sound, she didn't recognize Little Lang; his outfit looked too much like a garbage-scavenging stray. This attire was carefully prepared overnight by Hong ihua and Ye Laixiang. After Little Lang and Tiger Girl ca hurriedly from the base overnight, Hong ihua and Ye Laixiang spent an hour on makeup, making recognition difficult.
The familiar voice made Military Doctor Wu realize the organization had sent people to rescue her, though she was skeptical—could soone so young succeed? Thinking of a child, she suddenly thought of soone, connecting the voice again, she couldn't help but smile, gaining more expectation for the rescue and secretly preparing.
"Bang, bang!" Two shots, bullets hit the woven bag that Little Lang was dragging. The burly man said sternly, "This is the last warning, get lost imdiately, or there'll be no rcy."
At this mont, Little Lang noticed the person holding Military Doctor Wu making a gesture, the others quickly regrouped and took Military Doctor Wu back into the clay-brick house. Only the burly man remained on guard against them advancing, showing a fierce look. Little Lang suddenly understood why they brought Military Doctor Wu out: they knew there were satellites overhead, intentionally letting them see. As for not killing the strays, it wasn't kindness but avoiding backfire.
Before Luo Zheng ca, they didn't want additional problems, fearing it would scare Luo Zheng off. The purpose of kidnapping Military Doctor Wu was Luo Zheng, not herself. Thus, this group restrained their killer instincts. Little Lang smiled with insight, but suddenly thought of another issue. They were hiding in the clay-brick house, without building defense structures around—could such a dilapidated house stop anyone?
Could it be? Little Lang suddenly felt the real purpose of these enemies was to lure Luo Zheng over, and the killer move wasn't here but on the way. As long as the ambush succeeded midway, this group could drive away leisurely. Thinking of this, Little Lang felt lucky for his decision, his eyes couldn't help but glance behind the clay-brick house, wondering if Tiger Girl could succeed. Seeing the burly man approaching, Little Lang had to retreat to avoid premature conflict delaying Tiger Girl's actions.
The burly man didn't relent, gesturing with his gun for everyone to hurry up and leave. Little Lang had to retreat, turned around a garbage bag, and found the opponent still following. Here was a blind spot for the clay-brick house, invisible. Little Lang suddenly had an idea and slowed his pace.
The burly man strode up to drive the stray youths away, scaring them to flee. Little Lang was left behind alone, dropping the woven bag, his hand quietly reaching for the Type 92 handgun in his chest, discreetly outfitting the suppressor. When the burly man approached within five or six ters, Little Lang made his move.
"Puff!" The silent pistol emitted a slight sound, the bullet drilled into the burly man's brow, forming a bullet hole, exiting from the back of the head, lifting a piece of the skull cap, blood splattering. The burly man's body froze, falling straight down, eyes fixed on Little Lang, unexpectedly finding him ard, with such gun skills.
On succeeding, Little Lang ran up excitedly. In base training, Little Lang had executed many death-row prisoners, used to killing people—it didn't feel uncomfortable. He searched the burly man's body for a while, found nothing, took up the weapon, looked back, and found the strays fleeing in fright, causing him to smile wryly.
Picking up the weapon, Little Lang disregarded the stench of the garbage mountain, quickly climbed up with the burly man's corpse, using the body as a barricade, hiding well, eyes firmly fixed on the clay-brick house's direction, without a trace of Tiger Girl estimated to have infiltrated behind. Little Lang patiently waited.
After a while, still no movent from within, Little Lang guessed Tiger Girl encountered trouble, best not to act rashly. With this thought, Little Lang decided to create a diversion to aid Tiger Girl, quickly aiming at the gas tank position of the small car ahead, calmly firing.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Little Lang continuously pulled the trigger, bullets flying in a line, as if serially fired bullets, all hitting the gas tank position. Gasoline leaked out—the silent pistol's bullet sound weak at a distance, but the sound of bullets hitting the car drew the attention of those inside the clay-brick house, prompting soone to co out and check.
Little Lang coolly glanced at him, quickly changing the magazine, just as the person approached the small car, saw the shattered gas tank, shocked and about to signal for alarm, Little Lang struck again.
"Puff, puff, puff!" Three bullets flew in a formation, as if Death God's ssenger, instantly hitting the target's head, bullets entering the face, splattering blood, the target's body stiffened, collapsing loudly.
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