The flow of time seemed to slow down. He opened his mouth wide and tried to raise the muzzle and point it at the porch. But at this moment the short assault rifle in his hand was so long and heavy, and the quick reaction movement he had trained countless times was so unfamiliar and clumsy. Even the insignificant sweat on his palm became as sticky as oil, seriously hindering him from pulling the trigger and shooting the unlucky guy in the porch into a honeycomb.

"Puff!" A slight muffled sound passed by his ears, and the unlucky boy who turned halfway through his temples burst out bright blood. He took the lead and looked at the man's Adam's apple and wriggled a few times unwillingly. He stretched out his hand to grab something, but he had nothing at hand and finally had to be pushed to the wall and fell to the ground by gravity.

Accompanied by a clear blood mark, the man's body collapsed and stopped moving.

"Who did it?" The leader looked back and wanted to see which of his subordinates responded so well, but what he saw was four people who were more confused than him who were maintaining or seeking escape or preparing to shoot.

No one paid attention to him. Whether the quiet and fatal shot was shot out from his barrel was not even clear. The nervousness just now made them unable to clearly recall the movements of their bodies. The only thing that could be confirmed was that the bullet was indeed shot out from among them.

"Continue to move forward and control the people inside." The leader was helpless and could only attribute the shot to the stroke of a magical stroke formed by someone's stress reaction. As the commander, he must make everyone wake up and continue to carry out the mission.

"Oh!" The four of them woke up as if they were dreaming, and followed the lead over the man's body with lingering fear and continued to move forward.

Unlike the narrow porch, the interior of the room is quite spacious, with hot and cold weapons scattered in the living room, empty wine bottles and other components that are not known for their use. The person living here now is a group of thugs. He was about to order his subordinates to scatter their search and suddenly heard a familiar and funny voice from a certain direction.

It was a snoring sound. Without twenty years of rhinitis, such a distinctive snoring could not be caused. The leader who almost made several gestures to his subordinates because of the gentle tone. They immediately guarded both sides of the door.

The leader gently unscrew the door handle, and there was no lock inside. The three old men each fell on a single bed and slept soundly because the loud snoring sound in the middle of the house was not noticed at all that could not surpass the snoring sound outside.

The leader winked and five men entered one after another. Before they woke up, the two old men on both sides were shot and shot directly into a deeper fainting. The one who was snoring loudly in the center became the selected subject of interrogation because it was too eye-catching.

"Hmm?!" He woke up from his dream when he felt his arm being forced to twist. He saw that his brother had been subdued in his sleep, and five guys wearing masks were standing on all sides of him.

"If you dare to speak, you will cut you alive. Anyway, there are still some that can be replaced." The deputy's butterfly knife swayed on Brother Snoring's chin. The bright blade made him unable to help but shrink his neck.

"We ask, you answer, you will die if you lie, and you will die if you don't answer. If you understand, nod." The leading efforts to show the vicious style of bullying the neighbors, it looks really a bit frightening.

What else can Brother Snoring say? In order not to be wiped on the spot, he has no choice but to nod and pound garlic.

"You guys have this bomb?" The leader asked, weighing the bundle of high-explosive bombs in his hand that had not been fully assembled.

"Well, it's us." Brother Snoring's voice was hoarse because of his nervousness, and was a little out of tune.

"Who are you going to use such a fun thing to cheat?" the leader asked again.

"Those people in the big camp." Brother Snoring looked up and down, as if he wanted to identify the other person's origin, but unfortunately he couldn't find a identifiable sign on his body, so he had to tell the truth.

"Why did those people offend you with such a high-quality amount? You, a high-end guy, won't take away a hundred or ten people?" The leader did not self-destruct and interrogated according to the other party's words.

"It's not that they offended me, and I don't know who they offended." Brother Snoring shook his head repeatedly, "Just a few days ago, someone suddenly ran out and threw us a lot of money, saying that as long as we can install a few bombs in the camp at the time and place they decided, we can not only get a generous reward but also get fake ID certificates, which can allow us to temporarily operate outside the ninth district."

"There will be such a reward if you load a few bombs, and pies will fall from the sky." The leader commented sarcastically.

"I, we think so too." Brother Snoring replied helplessly, "But our brothers have not made any name since they came in here. There is nothing else except that they drink less and less, their lives are getting worse and worse. People have to live a life, right?"

"Hey, that's right." The leader smiled sarcastically, "It happened that my buddies also wanted to find a way out. Can that guy who gave you business still contact you?"

"Brother, I'm not fooling you, I really can't get in touch!" Brother Snoring's head shook like a rattle. "I want to follow him, but that man was so elusive that he couldn't catch the beginning and end. After throwing us money and explosives, he never saw another shadow."

"And then I haven't contacted you again?"

"I have contacted each other once, but I used a walkie-talkie, so we couldn't figure out where he could contact our machine." Brother Snoring honestly explained.

"When did he contact you recently?" the leader asked with his chin.

"Yesterday, last night." The betrayal had been sold, so he told me that the other person named Kong in the camp in three days would have a public speech, so that we would be ready to go and check the spot. He also said..."

"What else did he say?" Brother Snoring suddenly stopped here and stared at them, making the leader feel something strange.

"Well, aren't the big brothers from the big camp?" Snoring brother swallowed and asked in a dry voice.

"Do you care? What about asking you?" Before the leader could reply, his butterfly knife was already swaying between his neck.

"...He said that there was his inner demon in the guard team in the camp, and he would naturally appear and let us sneak in and load the bombs." Brother Snoring was timid and said in the end.

"Who is the leader among you guys?" The leader was silent for a moment, and the topic changed.

"We are not a gang, and no one is really the leader, but if you want to say who usually takes the lead in causing trouble," Brother Snoring hesitated to look at the two people who were slimming there and then his stomach, "I'll tell you that you are the younger brothers."

"Okay, he's a smart man." The leader sneered and nodded, "Take this away, those two will just wipe it out."

"Oh." The answers were uneasy because they suddenly received the order to kill someone to silence them, but no one refused to execute the order. They immediately put two knives on the necks of the two unlucky ghosts who fainted on the bed.

"Do it." The leader chuckled with the shocked look of Brother Snoring.

Two blood lights splashed, and Brother Snoring closed his eyes unbearably. When he opened his eyes again, he was already facing two corpses.

"Take away the explosives, if the others are not worth it or are not easy to take, just forget it." The leader who basically completed the task successfully began to build confidence. "As for you kid, you follow us. If there is any problem on the road, I don't need to say anything else, right?"

"I know, I know." Brother Snoring glanced at the corpses of his companions in pain. Although he was planning an explosion, he was actually just a maintenance technician who had been trained for several years before he was driven into the ninth district. These unlucky brothers were not very vicious people.

This is probably called evil people suffering from evil people. When a person decides to sink himself, he will be shocked to find that many people in the world sink deeper than him. If he cannot make up his mind to make himself colder and more evil as soon as possible, in the eyes of those monsters that have already sunk into the abyss, he is no different from other victims.
Chapter completed!