In fact, Du Fu did not know that the information of these two people was not discovered by the children. With the children's ability, the infiltration of two professionally trained intelligence personnel was not enough, so that they could truly expose their whereabouts. The owner of the house where they were located was.

In order to avoid disturbing others to expose themselves, they made a deal with the owner of the house with the best view, a middle-aged widower with a red nose and bleeding. He looked a little sloppy, his family was in chaos, and his life was not so pleasant without a woman. Two people from the Safety Committee gave the middle-aged man twenty yuan and told him that he would only take up his house for three days and that he could come back to live in the evening, but only on the first floor. At the same time, they also told the man not to reveal their information, and they wanted to surprise his friends who were about to pass by the town.

In fact, they have not considered temporarily tying up the middle-aged man, but this is a small town. There are more than 20,000 people in the town, but there are only so many people. There are less than 5,000 families in the town, and almost everyone is very familiar with each other. Once the middle-aged man disappears for two or three days, there will definitely be local sheriffs to see what is going on here. People who like to meddle in other people not only exist in developed areas, but also here.

This is worse than spending money to shut up and keep letting him wander around the town, just as nothing happened.

Their ideas are very good, and middle-aged men are willing to keep their mouths tight, but all three of them overlook one thing: What kind of activities do a middle-aged man who has lost his wife and no children usually have?

If this middle-aged man has a good job and income and lives in a developed city, he may have some healthy social activities, such as helping girls who are facing difficulties, or allowing skilled women to study hard and practice and continue to study their skills. It is really impossible to find some "doctors" who can cure their expansion problems.

But this is a small town, a remote town in the west. There are no skilled women here, no girls who urgently need money to save their lives, and no doctors who are good at making those who are inflated without being inflated. There are only wine and jokes here.

The man who got twenty yuan immediately did what he loved to do and drank. In the past, his income was entirely relied on casual workers to earn pocket money, and he had his own farmland to support his life. Now that he had money, he should drink happily, so he went to his favorite bar and asked for two bottles of high-end wine worth one or five yuan. The world he drank with his friends was spinning.

Someone asked him curiously if he had dug out gold from the field or had a shameful vote at some point, but he laughed and told his friends that two people from the city had rented the second floor of his house for three days and twenty yuan.

In normal times, this may be just an enviable good luck, but under Du Lin's instructions, this is an extremely important message in the eyes of those who are interested. In order to avoid the entry and exit of adults, they chose to let the child tell Du Lin and his friends about this.

At this time, the boss sitting at the counter pointed to the small door behind him without looking back. His attention was completely attracted by the hilarious plots on the TV. He laughed from time to time for a while, making people feel a little numb.

Dufo nodded, put one hand in his pocket and walked out of the back door. Outside the back door was a simple alley, with a wooden fence separating the building from the mud and garbage on the other side. He walked through the four buildings before he walked around the road, and then slowly walked to the house opposite the hotel.

There was also a back door here. Dufo looked at the left and right, and his wrist trembled slightly. A blade more than two inches long slid out from behind his wrist, which was sandwiched between his fingers. He held the door handle in one hand and stuffed the blade into the crack of the door, gently provoking it. When he felt some resistance and slowly increased his strength, the feeling in his hand told him that the door was opened. He gently pulled the door open, took off the leather shoes on his feet, and turned around and entered the house.

The pistol inserted into the holster was already in his hand. He opened the insurance and carefully looked at the first floor of the room, but he did not find anything. Before going to the second floor, he picked up a dirty and furry toy on the ground, frowned slightly, and put it back on the floor.

The toy, which was half a human tall, emitted a disgusting smell. There was no doubt that it was an aura that only men could create. Combined with his guess, his face changed color.

This damn homeowner is definitely a pervert!

He turned his gaze to a shabby sofa, and there was a pillow here. He picked up the pillow and raised his gun to the second floor. As soon as he went up the second floor, he heard a sound coming from the door of the second room.

"Do you know where there is a phone call in the town?"

“When we came in there was a grocery store at the gate of the town, and there seemed to be a phone call.”

"Is that so? I'll go over and take a look, I have to report to them..."

Then the sound of the door lock being twisted came, and it was obvious that one of the two people was about to leave here.

If Dufo wants to think about some overly complicated things, he may not be very good at it, but if he wants to choose the most suitable solution at the fastest speed in the battle, he will definitely be very outstanding. When the reed of the door lock is twisted to the end, Dufo makes a decision, leaving one for two people.

The guy who walked out of the door still had a smile on his face. His eyes were completely focused on the room, and he didn't notice Dufo who was standing by the corridor. Dufo did not give him any chance, and directly blocked the pillow in front of the muzzle and kept pulling the trigger. The four bullets instantly tore the somewhat wet pillow, bringing out the yellow and fluffy down inside. The soldier standing in the corridor shook a few times and fell to the ground with a plop.

One of the four bullets hit his neck, and the other three hit his chest. This lethality is enough to make him wait for the arrival of death if he can't even speak. Many people say that they should aim at the head when shooting. In fact, this is a wrong statement that cannot be considered wrong. It is larger than the torso of the head and is easier to be hit. The purpose of shooting a human body is nothing more than two types: one is to restrict movement and the other is to kill the opponent, but these are not enough to make people aim at the target's head.

If you hit the central organ, main organ or intestine, as long as you are not treated in a short period of time, there is no need to rescue you within two to three minutes. As for restricting movement, legs are very good targets.

The sound of his fall and the gunshot alarmed another person in the room. The guy immediately pulled out his gun and squatted behind the bed and aimed at the door. His forehead began to sweat. Outside the door, there was no more thing or sound, except for his legs that twitched from time to time.

The gunshots were much weakened after passing the pillow, and the doors and windows in this room were closed and did not reach the outside of the room. The pedestrians walking on the road didn't even know that a murder had just happened less than ten meters away from their diameter.

The quiet space can relax some people and make some people nervous. After the people in the room confronted the air for three minutes, the twitching legs no longer moved, the pressure in their hearts increased sharply, and they shouted out unbearably, "Who is it? We are agents of the Imperial Security Council, and are carrying out missions. Your behavior has seriously violated the Imperial Law..."

At this moment, he heard a crisp metal vibrating sound outside the door, a sound made by a well-known brand lighter when he opened the lid. About five seconds later, a lit pillow was thrown in from outside the door.

The position was very awkward. The pillow fell on the other side of the bed, and soon ignited the quilt on the bed. The flames became bigger and bigger, but the people in the room did not dare to extinguish the flames. Because he knew very well that as long as he made any sound, a gun might appear outside the door.

Beads of sweat as big as beans hung down his temples. He wiped the sweat from his face, slowed down and got up slowly. Now there are two ways to go.

Blast out and fight the gunman to the death, or break the window and jump out of the window.

This is the second floor, not high, and you will not be fatal if you jump out. As long as he jumps out, he will definitely alarm the local sheriff. At that time, he will be able to get help from the locals, and the gunman will definitely not be able to escape.

But he was not sure whether the guy would suddenly shoot at him when he broke the window. People's fear of the unknown is far higher than that of the known. It is this uncertain factor that makes him struggle constantly and it is difficult to make a decision.

At this time, he had moved to the window, and the whole bed began to burn, but there was still no sound at the door. He knew that he could not wait any longer. He didn't want to be burned alive, nor did he want to be shot dead as soon as he went out with his companions. He picked up the telescope on the table and smashed it to the window. The sound of the broken glass was like a signal of a gun being fired. He kicked his legs and sat on the table, and when he turned over, he fell out of the window.

When he breathed the fresh air, he thanked God for not giving up on him.

But what awaited him was a familiar face - Dufo, and a wooden stick.

It was not enough time for him to fall to the ground from the second floor to adjust his body and aim and shoot. He watched helplessly as a black shadow covered his eyes. After a buzzing head, all the images were lost in front of him.

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