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Chapter 338 Don't Have An Accident
Under the shadow of the dark trees, two cars parked side by side.

Eight people stood beside the car in a hurry.

Their clothes are all black, with pistols and short knives stuck in their waists without exception, and their faces are shown by gray masks with three round holes for eyes and nostrils.

Qilan saw that these eight people did not look like plainclothes police officers, nor did they look like people in the army. They looked like killers from a secret organization, most likely accomplices of the dead snipers on the ground.

Looking at the black muzzles of the guns and the daggers with their sharp edges protruding from the street lamps, he subconsciously squatted down without making a sound.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, so don't plan your own hiding place for the time being.

There was a person who seemed to be the leader. He took two steps ahead and made one step, and was the first to stand beside the sniper before the others.

The man bent down, stretched out his hand to test the breath and body temperature of the dead man, and beat his heart a few times unwillingly.

Seeing the dead man motionless like a piece of rotten wood grain, he sighed and stood up again.

"This kid Yamada is dead, can we still do the mission tomorrow night?"

Yamada?

Qilan was startled, and then immediately realized that the sniper was not a Chinese!
Although he hid in the paper maker's shop and listened to the conversation between the sniper and the old man and old lady for a long time, and even talked to him a few words in person, he couldn't find any problem with his blunt accent.

Even the notes found in the shoes are real Chinese characters.

It can be seen that Yamada is at least half a Chinese hand.

In the blink of an eye, he started a new round of confusion: Did Lin Mi's family offend the plague gods along the way? Not only locals but also foreigners got involved.
At this moment, one of the remaining people, who looked like a military adviser, walked over leisurely with a black folding fan in his hand.

He smiled flatteringly through the mask, and his fan still moved unhurriedly, as if he was half the incarnation of Zhuge Liang.

"Brother Si, I haven't liked Yamada for a long time. Wouldn't it be good if someone cleaned him up for us?"

His words were immediately echoed, and the people behind him also spoke in a hurry:

"That is, we Chinese need to be brave and powerful, so why let someone from the East take care of us?"

"Brother Si is our leader from now on, we only listen to you!"

Such flattery can never be too much.

He hid in the dark, silently, watching the changes.

When this man called "Brother Si" was praised enough by his subordinates, he stepped on the top of the mountain field on the ground contentedly, as if he had avenged the next year's revenge.

While bitterly enumerating all kinds of crimes committed by Yamada, he also comforted people's hearts.

This person speaks very fast, and if you don't pay attention, you will not be able to hear clearly.The boy hiding under the tree pricked up his ears and caught a very important sentence:
"Next, we will divide into two groups, and I will drag Yamada back with me all the way, and the rest will go to the pile of dead people who exchanged fire before and take a closer look to make sure that there are no survivors among those people, and then deal with them cleanly."

Brother Si's tone was so flat, as if what he was facing was not the lost lives, but the daily routine of killing chickens and ducks.

Heap of dead?Qilan's expression froze.

Where did those people blocking the way come from, and what conflicts did they have with these people in the past period of time?
Suddenly he remembered that Qin Feng had mentioned that he would bring someone to take a look when we parted. Thinking of the possible bad results, he secretly cried out: Oh no!

Qilan's impression of Qin Feng is not bad, and he even thinks that if it is not because of Lin Mi's pursuit, he would still be willing to make this friend.

After all, even though he was in the enemy's camp, he also had a heart of disobedience, and he had helped many of his friends overtly and secretly.

Letting Zhang Wenxuan go back to work in the hospital, giving Zhu Xingyuan a fake obituary, helping Zhu Juanjuan to go home in a legitimate way, and concealing the fact that Xiaomei killed Lao Gao in the hospital, each one alone is enough to eat. Barrel bullets.

That was completely against Sergeant Liu's nose. No one except him dared to do it, and it was difficult to do it properly.

In the early morning sky, there are only sparse stars twinkling.

The huge streets are empty.

Brother Si commanded four of his subordinates to wrap up the corpse in cloth and carry it away in an orderly manner, and the group headed north.

The remaining three people whistled slowly and walked eastward.

Qilan was one step ahead of them.

He had a rough idea of ​​the location of the police station, so he knew the direction in his mind and ran fast.

In the field of vision first came out a rollover car.

He recognized the license plate at a glance, it was Qin Feng's car!

The headlights were shattered, and there were a dozen bullet holes in the car body.

There were two people hanging face down on the seats in the car, they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

There were three people dressed in plain clothes lying on the side of the road, and some fell to the ground in a stiff posture.Some seemed to have experienced a dying struggle, curled up, and the blood under their bodies had already frozen.There are no signs of life at close range.

An unspeakable grief rose in his heart, and he rushed to the front of the car in one breath, and folded his hands on the car door to get in.

Those hanging on the two seats, he also turned his body over vigorously, looked carefully at the face, and made sure that it was not the person he was looking for.

He couldn't find anyone, and he didn't dare to take it lightly. He continued to search along the marks made by nearby wheels.

Between him and him, even if there is no Lin Mi, sooner or later there will be an intersection.

But at this time, an obsession arose in Qilan's heart, he wanted to see people when he was born, and he wanted to see corpses when he died.Even if Qin Feng fell into the hands of these people, he would take the corpse back with dignity, and not allow it to be spoiled by wild dogs.

Just ten minutes after he left the scene, another person arranged by Brother Si also arrived.

Someone casually looked at the people in the car and on the ground, and said with a smile:
"Hey, I just said that there is nothing to come back to check, isn't it the same as when I left?"

Another person also felt that Brother Si's mission was a bit unfounded and overly cautious.

"That's right, whoever steals the dead can't eat it and it's not easy to sell it for money."

The third person was more cautious than the two companions. He looked at the ground, walked to the front of the car, and shouted:
"No, one is missing!"

"Obviously there are three people in the car and three people on the ground, I won't remember it wrong!"

This discovery caused panic among the three people to varying degrees.

They debated for a while, and finally decided not to report the matter. They took the time to carry all the bodies to the car, and then took out the matches and the alcohol they brought with them, and created a scene of a car accident and fire in a short time.

"Withdraw! Nothing is easier to see the flaws than burning!"

Qilan searched carefully along the traces of the wheels, and suddenly found very small drops of blood on the ground.If you don't look carefully, you can't find it.

He searched and prayed:
"Don't let anything happen, I haven't thanked you enough yet!"

(End of this chapter)