Doomsday Fortress

"Okay, just do it!"

Yang Ze suddenly put down the rifle he was holding, and drew out the dagger he was carrying.

"You don't need a gun, use a knife. If the sound is loud, it will interrupt the team's rest."

Yang Ze is also a militant. Before the special police, they did not kill less when they were on duty. Strictly speaking, Li Hu might not have as much experience as Yang Ze.

Seeing that the figures had approached the truck, the two of them didn’t hesitate immediately. Li Hu also took out the steel spurs tied to his calves, which were polished by Li Hu with tools in the caravan. It was about the length of an adult’s arm. The side is a sharp blade, and the front is sharpened to a point, forming a short sword-like weapon.

The two looked at each other silently, and both saw the bloodthirsty light in both eyes.

Nodding to each other, the two gently climbed out of the truck.

At this time, the four people had already approached the convoy, and they were gathering behind the refrigerated truck to discuss something in a low voice.

"Duck, you said we have all come so far, why haven't we found the patrolling on the other side?"

The fat figure in the back looked around nervously, but apart from the sound of these people's breathing, there was no other movement.

"What do you do with so many pipes, no one finds that it's better. Give me the pipe tongs and I will lock the truck and cut it."

The duck is quite impatient, no one finds that it is not a good thing. If someone sees it, there will be a few shots that can't help but come up with a few shots, then these people can explain it here.

"Oh, good." The fat man then took off a large pipe pliers on his back and handed it to the duck in front.

The duck took the tool and waved it twice, as if remembering something, then turned his head and asked the fat man behind.

"Are you sure it's this, it took me a long time to cut it, but found the wrong truck."

Hearing the words, the fat man looked at the truck carefully and said with a certain expression.

"That's it. I made a special observation during the day. This is a refrigerated truck, which is different from the other two trucks."

The duck nodded, and even though the pipe wrench in his hand pinched the big lock on the car door, the others stared nervously at the back, not knowing to pay attention to the surrounding situation, and no one proposed the idea of ​​being sentry.

These people were also not professional enough. Several people came to steal things, and none of them said they wanted to take the initiative to watch. All of them focused on the movements of the ducks' hands.

They thought that Wang Yi and his group felt safe when they entered this prison, and they did not arrange a sentry, but they knew that the real sentry had already circled behind them.

Yang Ze and Li Hu had already borrowed some vehicles to cover them and walked around behind them.

In the dark night, the two were silent, their pace slowed down, and slowly approached the few people who were driving the lock of the truck.

Yang Ze gently held Li Hu, pointed at the last person, and then stretched out his palm to make gestures on his neck.

Li Hu naturally understood what it meant, and immediately nodded to Yang Ze, and then he squeezed the steel spurs in his hand, and the two quietly walked behind the man.

auzw.com The man shaved his bald head, shining in the moonlight, like a light bulb.

The bald head was staring at the movement of the duck in front, and a creaking sound sounded, and the bald head knew that it was the sound of pipe wrenches and iron chains intersecting.

But somehow in my heart, hearing the sound of the steel collision, the bald head suddenly felt a sense of anxiety, and faintly felt something was wrong, so he wanted to look up.

Seeing that the bald head was about to turn his head faintly, Yang Ze and Li Hu were secretly screaming, if he discovered this, the plan of the two would be ruined.

There is no delay at this time, if it is a little slower, when the bald head turns his face, things become passive.

Li Hu and Yang Ze did not hesitate, as if they had practiced countless times before, Yang Ze directly inserted the dagger into the scabbard hung around his waist, his eyes still staring at the bald head, without a trace of distraction. After all, he had been training countless times, and the position of the scabbard hanging was already in mind. Even if the light was bad and his mind was not paying attention, it did not affect Yang Ze's movements in the least.

While inserting the dagger into the scabbard, Yang Ze suddenly took a step forward, pressing his body against the back of his bald head.

The bald head was about to turn around, and he felt something sticking up behind him. His head had just recovered, knowing that something was not good, and wanted to remind the people in front of him, but before his mouth opened, a large hand was covered. Go up!

Li Hu reacted quickly. As soon as Yang Ze took a step over there, Li Hu followed. Almost at the same time, as Yang Ze's big hand covered the bald mouth, Li Hu's steel thorn quickly slid across the bald throat. , Then the blade rotates, straight into the bald heart!

"Puff chuff~

"Dang!

The sound of steel piercing meat and the sound of duck cutting and unlocking were completely combined, which seemed so normal in this quiet night.

"Fuck! Why is this broken lock so hard to cut."

The duck shook his sour arm and cursed with an uneven face. At the same time, he turned his head and said to the fat man behind.

"You do it twice, I'm boring."

The moment he turned his head, the duck saw that the last bald head seemed to sway, and he stood upright there, no movement.

"Okay, go and rest first, I'll do it."

The fat man straightened up immediately, blocking the duck's sight impartially.

When the duck was blocked by such a block, his eyes lost the slightly abnormal bald head. With the addition of the fat man unceasingly reaching out and asking the duck for the pliers in his hand, the duck’s attention was attracted by the fat man, although there was still something in his heart. Suspicious, but the duck didn't realize there was anything, but thought that the bald head might be too late.

The duck ignored the abnormality of the bald head. After handing the tube pliers to the fat man, he turned and stood aside, quietly watching the fat man's movements.

If he was more alert, he would find that the bald head slowly fell down like a mess of flesh as he turned around.

Li and Hu gently put the bald head on the ground, and Yang Ze immediately pulled the waistcoat on the bald head upward, blocking the blood that was constantly spraying from the bald neck.

After a while, the yellow vest was dyed red with blood.

However, the two did not care about these details and determined that the bald man was completely dead. Li Hu gently wiped his hand on his clothes to wipe off the sticky blood that had just been sprayed on his palm to prevent it from affecting his subsequent movements.

Yang Ze took out the dagger again and pointed at the two in front.