Seeing Bangge dazed at the door, Mrs. Jia Zhang was so anxious that her heart rose to her throat.

But when she was asked to leave the door and go to Yang Xiaotao's house, she felt scared again.

Especially after being taught a lesson by Yang Xiaotao several times, a psychological shadow appeared.

"Awesome!"

Mrs. Jia Zhang lowered her voice and tried to scream, but the sound only came out in her throat, making it impossible to hear her.

Just when Mrs. Jia Zhang was about to knock on the door frame to remind Banggeng to come back quickly, she saw Banggeng approaching the door step by step, and then pushed with his foot, and unexpectedly pushed the door open!

For a moment, Jia Zhang covered her mouth in disbelief.

The Yang family's door is locked!

what happened.

At this moment, Banggian's little heart was beating wildly.

The Yang family.

This was once a forbidden area for him, a being that was as attractive to him as meat. How many times had he dreamed of coming to Yang’s house to eat popular and spicy food? How many times had painful memories and longings intertwined...

And now, actually, the door is open to him?

This is too simple.

It's a bit disrespectful to him as a thief!

However, the opportunity is right in front of you, how can you let it slip away?

Thinking of this, Banggan felt that the fruits in his arms no longer smelled good.

As long as you go in and rely on your sharp eyes, you will definitely find the money.

The Yang family has so much money, and if it is a few yuan or ten yuan less, or even more than a hundred yuan, it probably will not develop.

Thinking in his mind, Banggan put the fruit aside, couldn't wait to lift his legs and crossed the threshold.

Just when Bangge opened the door cautiously and cunningly, Jia Zhang covered her mouth in disbelief.

Even No. 2, who was hiding at the hanging flower door to watch the wind, was also nervous.

As a result, he put away the knife in his hand and pulled out two pistols.

If an accident occurs, he will buy time for No. 3.

Similarly, in the study room, No. 3 was lying on the ground, feeling the coldness of the ground, but his heart was lifted.

A dagger appeared in his hand and he could take action at any time.

Thump…thump…

He lowered his steps and looked at the furnishings in the room. It was a bit dark and there were a lot of things in the room. He had to be careful.

After taking a closer look, Banggeng quickly spotted Yang Xiaotao's bedroom and strode over.

Then he rummaged through the cupboard in the bedroom.

As an experienced thief, these places are the easiest places to hide money.

I just rummaged through the cupboards and couldn't find the box I expected.

As for the pockets inside those clothes, he also searched them all, and there was not a penny left.

This made Banggeng very sad.

Such a rich family does not keep a few cents in their pockets, which is incomparable to Silly Zhu.

Feeling contempt in his heart, Banggeng set his sights on the study.

That's where Yang Xiaotao works, and it's also the most valuable place.

There must be good stuff.

I thought to myself, couldn't wait to move forward, and then came to the door, ready to open the door.

But the next second, Banggeng hesitated again.

Suddenly there is something good in here, but it must be the key to focus on. If you take it yourself, you might find it.

It’s not that Banggeng is too cautious, it’s actually that he has suffered too many losses from Yang Xiaotao over the years.

Take advantage of them and get an eyeball for yourself.

And after the chicken theft incident last time, he also realized that the police on this street are not good at all, they are very powerful.

In the room, No. 3 slowly got up, and she also realized that she had met a colleague in this house.

But, is No. 2 outside a dead person?

Suddenly, No. 3's expression changed.

My body couldn't help but tremble.

The other party has come in, which means something happened to the two people outside, otherwise there would be no movement.

She even felt that she should have been exposed and that the other party was here, looking for her.

And just when she was about to wait for the other party to come in and start a fight, the other party stopped at the door.

This time, she became even more nervous.

Holding the dagger, No. 3 tried to keep breathing steadily, looked at the door, and bit the denture in his mouth.

Even if this operation fails, it cannot fall into the hands of the enemy, let alone endanger the alliance.

In the house, inside and outside the door, Bang Ge was tangled, but No. 3 was determined.

Similarly, No. 2 stood at the hanging flower door, staring at the central courtyard.

The two guns in hand are loaded and ready to rush in at any time.

At this time, No. 1, who was in charge of responding outside the alley, frowned and involuntarily touched the AK beside his legs and feet with his right hand.

At the entrance of the alley, a figure staggered towards this side, holding on to the wall with one hand from time to time, then grabbing a wine bottle with the other hand and pouring it into his mouth.

Under the street lights, it was obvious that the man was a drunkard, and the smell of alcohol could be smelled from a distance.

And he, dressed in black, was not sure whether the drunkard could see clearly, but he could not place his hope on an drunkard.

After No. 1 checked that there was no one else around, and considered whether to deal with the drunkard in case something unexpected happened, the drunkard suddenly leaned against the wall and vomited profusely.

Well…

Wow...

In an instant, the whole person vomited on the ground like swill.

Wow...

oh…

The drunkard kept vomiting, making Number One cover his nose unconsciously.

Then I saw the drunkard pick up the bottle and continue drinking.

This waste of food and wine made No. 1 determined to send him to see Marx and accept justice.

Taking his finger away from the gun, No. 1 carefully took out the dagger.

The drunkard walked forward step by step and soon came to three meters away.

"Uh, you, who are you?"

"Why, I've never seen you before!"

The drunkard didn't seem to see the situation clearly. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, looking depressed.

At this time, it was the opportunity No. 1 was waiting for.

The next second, the dagger in No. 1's right hand was already across his chest. It only took one second to pierce the drunkard's throat.

However, No. 1's actions did not continue, because when all his attention was on the arm wiping his eyes, the drunkard's other hand had already been raised.

However, the wine bottle in his hand was gone, replaced by a pistol.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the throat, from bottom to top. The moment it appeared, the trigger had been pulled!

boom

A low voice sounded in the dark night, and the bullet instantly passed through the throat and rushed out from the back of the head, leaving a hole the size of a fist.

The expression on No. 1's face froze instantly, his eyes widened, and the raised dagger could no longer move forward.

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The wine bottle fell to the ground.

Plop

The strong man fell to the ground.

Gunshots, bottles, and a strong man falling to the ground appeared almost at the same time.
To be continued...