The corridor was very quiet, so quiet that not a single sound could be heard. There was no thick grunting as I thought, or there should be the sounds of men and women intertwining, but there was none of these.

Zhang Zhao walked with a grin on his face, listening intently to the movements in each room. A hint of uneasiness flashed through his heart, but the arrow was on the string and he couldn't let it go now.

He put a silencer on the gun in his hand, and his men, who were following him like ghosts, put on the silencer in a unified manner. The lights in the corridor were a little dim, and the shadow of the person turned into a light gray.

It was a bit withered and yellow, like the skin of a dying person, wrinkled. There was a faint red light flashing in the distance, which seemed to be something like an electric meter.

Zhang Zhao made a few gestures and whispered "One minute", and everyone set the time on their wrist watches. Everyone was divided into several groups, some ran upstairs, and some were waiting.

All the rooms on this floor stood quietly in front of their doors.

One minute represents different moods in different situations. Someone once said that the length of a minute depends on whether you are in the toilet or outside the toilet. And, for Zhang Zhao, this

One minute is a long time, because he is not the one sleeping in the room, but the one sleeping in the room waiting to find out. A lot of things can happen in one minute.

He has traveled to many places with his gun, and he has shot many people in the head with this gun. However, tonight, the gun is still the same gun, but it feels different when he holds it in his hand.

, a little flustered, always feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching him, with a frightening cold light.

The time on the electronic watch is slowly moving bit by bit, just like an eighty-year-old old lady, who moves slowly every half a day, as if she is changing to a more comfortable position to lie down.

A few beads of sweat slowly appeared on Zhang Zhao's forehead. This was rare in his life. He was not a person who sweated easily, and his breathing became a little heavier. He held his breath

He breathed, for fear of waking up the sleeping person inside.

Finally, the time on the watch jumped to zero. A boy next to him immediately raised his foot and kicked the door. Poof~, a crisp sound came from the door and passed by his ears.

Zhang Zhao was very familiar with this sound. It was the sound of a gun, with a silencer installed. The boy who kicked the door fell down before he could even fall down. Blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

It looks so weird under the withered yellow light, like a real version of a ghost movie.

"Fuck!" Zhang Zhao spat on the ground, dodged the door, and stood against the wall. He now knew why he was flustered, because it was so quiet here, as quiet as an empty city, revealing the suppressed murderous intent.

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Originally, no matter where a man went on the road, there would be many activities at night, and finding a woman was an indispensable activity, but there was none here. Zhang Zhao secretly hated himself for being careless, why didn't he notice it?

These. However, what Zhang Zhao didn’t know was that the person living here was none other than someone else.

But the brothers of Antang. The brothers of Antang are not little gangsters, but are trained by Liu Shuang and are comparable to the special forces. Looking for women at night, even though Liu Shuang gave them an order to entertain them, it is absolutely fine.

But he didn't take action, and it was only occasionally, not without any restraint.

The people on both sides are glued together, and those on the outside can't get in, and those on the inside can't get out.

Liu Shuang yawned, stared at the dark figures on the computer screen, looked at Qing who had just woken him up, and said, "Go back and take a nap! I really don't know what to say to you.

I told you to go to bed, but you are here watching the surveillance camera. Girls should have a good rest, but if you hadn't been staring at the computer screen, we would have made dumplings for these guys."

"These are all things I should do, and I'm not sleepy either." Qing's hair was a little greasy, probably from staying up late.

Liu Shuang smiled helplessly and continued to stare at the computer screen and said: "Go get me a cup of coffee." Qing nodded, got up and went to get Liu Shuang coffee. Fortunately, there were everything that should be in the room, and the store owner

It's quite thoughtful.

The store had instant coffee that cost one yuan a pack. Qing quickly made a cup and put it in front of Liu Shuang. Liu Shuang glanced at it and pushed the cup in front of Qing, "You drink, look at your two

My eyes are almost like giant pandas." Liu Shuang teased deliberately.

This sentence is originally without any emotion. Anyone who hears someone say such a sentence to him will probably not think too much about it. However, there is another kind of person, just like Qing, who has always lived in the world.

She has never opened up her inner world to anyone. It seems a bit unrealistic not to think too much about it after hearing such warm words. As for what she is thinking, we have no way of knowing. We only see her.

His cheeks were slightly red.

Liu Shuang frowned and looked at the computer screen. It was a bit difficult. These idiots still had some brains. There were several people in front of the door of each room. They couldn't get in or get out. This situation was really embarrassing.

A text message was sent from Zhuge Changfeng, who is next door to Liu Shuang. The content is: "Boss, please report the enemy's location to me. I will go out and take care of this floor first."

Liu Shuang made a rough estimate. There are about eight rooms on this floor, and the distance between them is very short. There are three people in front of each room. This is a very simple math problem, but it is a bit troublesome for Liu Shuang.

of brain cells.

If Zhuge Changfeng goes out alone, he will definitely disturb other people, and then Zhuge Changfeng will be in a bit of danger. After staring at the screen for a while, Liu Shuang suddenly laughed and slapped himself on the head, "

I'm stupid, their people can gather together, and then our people can also go out! Damn it, this is beneficial to us!"

Qing looked at Liu Shuang from the side and couldn't help laughing. This was the first time Liu Shuang saw Qing Xiao. Looking at her flowery face, he couldn't help but praise: "You look so beautiful when you smile. Remember this in the future."

Smile more."

Qing blushed and lowered her head, but her heart was filled with turmoil. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. It was astringent, but very sweet. She didn't know what it was, but she should know it.

It seems that spring is here! (Spring is here, my dear friends, have you gone out to play? The spring scenery is so beautiful, how can you bear to let it go? Find a sunny and good weather, go out for a walk and look at the spring scenery,
Chapter completed!