In the past few people could still do business and wanted to make new friends. Wu Zhongchang quickly greeted several other gamblers and led the two scouts down the roof.

The security guards on the roof didn't care at all: "This kid Wu Zhongchang is probably able to lose a lot of money this time."

"This guy doesn't follow the rules of the group leader and makes money by selling big cigarettes in private and starting secret prostitutes. Hehe, it would be strange if the group leader catches him and doesn't peel him off one day."

"I dare not say this. By tomorrow night, the money in his pocket... isn't it just the money of his brother?"

"Hahaha...that's right, even if something happens to him one day, it has nothing to do with us..."

The people next to him immediately nodded and said yes.

A black shadow suddenly shouted: "No, I remembered it. We were busy coming out to see the situation just now. Those two guys seemed to have won a lot of money from our brother!"

The scene was quiet immediately, and the other black shadow was a little confused: "I also noticed that, damn, where did these two babies come from? Can you still win money from my brothers and men?"

"Can he be in the same group as Wu Zhongchang?"

"No, I noticed it a long time ago, but there is a problem with the way they bet..."

"What's the problem? We've always been on the banker! What tricks can he play?"

"When I went to the mountains to receive goods in the early years, I met a master at the foot of the mountain..."

The person next to him immediately interrupted the story: "Hahaha, why don't you say you met an old man with white beard and white eyebrows?"

Another person followed up: "I think he probably encountered a white snake spirit..."

Another person added the topic and his voice was quite serious: "It's not a white snake spirit..."

Someone immediately made a joke next to him: "What is that?"

"It's a white fox! I just don't know if it's a male and a mother." The guy who spoke was originally quite serious, laughed at himself after saying this.

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter.

One of them was so angry that he laughed: "How did you get on the horse, male fox... Let me tell you a few of you..."

"Get out, that guy has opened a gambling shop..."

...

Wu Zhongchang took two scouts and went down from the roof to the yard with the faint moonlight. He also shouted at the ghost in the window of the wing: "Mr. Zeng, get up and pee quickly..."

A curse came from the room immediately: "Wu Zhongchang, you short-lived ghost, ran to my yard in the middle of the night and shouted. Be careful that I will spread your broken stories to everyone in the town!"

The three of them left the yard and went straight to the street.

The yard is located near the south gate. At this time, the broken door to the south of the town is closed.

On night were the old and weak public security soldiers who stayed in the town. After Wu Zhongchang greeted the simple whistle shed on the rooftop opposite, the three of them walked north along the small street that was not wide.

Not far away, the three of them turned into an alley.

Outside the south gate.

The two dark shadows ran out of breath, their dull footsteps were messy under the moonlight, and they quickly passed through the house outside the town.

When approaching the south gate of the town, a black shadow opened his throat and shouted: "It's not good... open the door quickly... The fourth brother was caught... the guerrillas ambush..."

Hearing the familiar voice, the security army guarding the south gate immediately became nervous, and one of the roof asked, "Hey, I said...what the hell is going on?"

The voice outside the gate was panicked: "I'm in your mother... open the door quickly... The fourth brother was surrounded by the guerrillas! We have to go to the town office quickly... call the county for help!"

The phone number in the town cannot be directly called to Baliying, so it has to be manually transferred in the county!

As soon as two scouts turned out of the alley, they just heard the yelling sound of the security army coming back from outside the gate, and immediately became nervous.

The old scout pulled back the person who looked out: "It's broken. According to the previous arrangement of Corps Li, there should be no arrangement for anyone to destroy the town's telephone line!"

Holding the mull gun that we had just found, he was happily replying: "Then...if we take a detour to destroy the phone line now... it should be too late..."

"Do you know where the phone line is?"

"Isn't there a telephone pole outside the town office?"

"I seem to see another one in the north!"

"Then, what should I do?"

"I think about it..."

"Or... let's go back and report the message first?"

"Don't interrupt. Now when you go back, you can only report a letter to the camp. It's useless!"

"Just now... I saw a lot of people running out of the town office on the roof of another yard on the south side. Isn't the town office empty? Why don't we touch it first?"

"Uh... Such a good idea... why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Hehe, whether the idea is good or not depends on how many people in the town office will know."

"Damn it, it seems... we have to fight this time, we have it! Since he wants to call for help, he has to explain the situation personally. We followed the guy who reported the message outside and said he wanted to call for help, and went directly to the town office to snatch the phone from the town!"

"That's a good idea..."

With a creaking sound, the south gate of the town was just opened by the left-behind security army. Two black shadows immediately flashed in and ran straight towards the north town office.

The town is not large in size and the town office is not far away.

The two public security troops who reported the news had run for a long distance, so they didn't run very fast.

I didn't notice that there were four more figures behind me.

That's right, there were four more. The last two were on duty at the town office earlier, and they ran out to watch the fun when they heard the gunshots.

Not long after, six people rushed straight towards the town office.

Outside the gate of the town office where the phone was on the phone but the electricity was not on, a horse lantern was hung, emitting a gloomy and dim light that could not illuminate the night at all.

"Who? Stop!" The gate of the town office was pushed open with a faint cover, and a voice suddenly appeared in the yard.

"It's me, get out of here!"

The voice in the yard was a little surprised: "Ah, why are you back..."

Before he could finish asking, two black shadows ran past him and ran into a room with lights on.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them ran in, and he quickly spoke again: "Hey, stop, I said you guys are..."

A sinister voice waved the muffle gun in his hand: "Get out!"

"Hey, stop, who are you?"

One of the other party really stopped and raised the bayonet in his hand, followed by a sharp sound of flesh... and a painful scream.

The other one continued to follow the two people who entered the hospital and rushed into the door with the lights on.

In the end, two people followed him... they probably weren't ordinary people, maybe they were relying on their identities and did not run all their strength on the street.

As soon as I arrived outside the gate of the town office, I heard a scream suddenly coming from the yard. I was shocked and quickly let my pace slower and began to be alert.

"Oh... you're calling me a ball... I'm tilting my feet..." The scout tightened his arm and stabbed the black shadow in his abdomen, dragged it into the darkness behind the gate of the town office, and was still screaming loudly.

After hearing the strange screams and seals from the town office, the two slowed down outside the gate accelerated again and rushed into the town office gate.

The one who was strangled by his neck was kicking his legs desperately.

The two who had just entered the gate immediately turned around and looked behind the gate.

Since I entered the yard from the light, I didn't see clearly what was going on behind the door.

The sound behind the door was intermittent: "I said... can you be gentle... I sprained my ankle... Why are you touching me... crotch?"

It seems that the group of people under Dagou trained the scouts well. At this time, not only did they have to tighten the neck of the person who was struggling dyingly, but they also had to disguise themselves intermittently with their throats...

In order to reduce the amount of bleeding, the scout did not pull out the bayonet that was still stuck in the abdomen of the neck. If the dying person was really a ruthless person, stab the bayonet backwards and immediately he could snare two grasshoppers with one knife...

Hearing the words behind the door, one of them immediately spat: "What are you two running behind the door? Come out quickly!"

After the man said that, the man raised his legs and walked into the room with the lights in the yard again.

But the other person stopped, and the strange voice was calling, he wanted to see who was calling out!

Of course, he was also a little angry and sprained his ankle to touch his crotch... These two people actually dared to play fun at the gate of the town office!

In the darkness behind the door, the person who was strangled with his neck finally expanded his pupils and raised his eyes. He stretched out his tongue and straightened his legs and only vented but not inhaled.

The person who stopped at the door slowly adapted to the darkness behind the door, and subconsciously sniffed: "Why does it smell blood?"

"Uh, it's on the knife!" After the man on the ground said, a black shadow bounced up from the ground and rushed directly to the man who was about to get closer to see the situation.

When he smelled the blood, the person who left behind began to be alert. He found that something seemed wrong...

Faced with the sudden attack, this person's reaction was not slow. He jumped on the spot and even kicked with the opportunity.

With a puff, the sharp bayonet pierced through the cloth shoes... directly through the feet.

It seems that this guy who has a hole in his foot board should have practiced it, but he didn't fall to the ground, and even screamed that a golden rooster came alone: ​​"Ah..."

The painful voice trembled a little and shouted loudly: "Who are you?"

The person who was kicked on the ground held the bayonet that had been pulled back from the soles of the other party's feet in his hand, and did not answer at all, and rushed over again.

I was stabbed in the sole of my foot, but it was nothing to those who had been practicing martial arts for many years.
Chapter completed!