173: C173 A Vest Dyed Red with Blood

C173 A Vest Dyed Red with Blood

"Alright, let's do it!"

Yang Ze suddenly put down the rifle in his hand and pulled out the dagger that he carried with him.

"Do not use guns. Use a saber. If the sound is too loud, it will disturb the rest of the team."

Yang Ze was also a belligerent. Previously, he had killed quite a few people when he was on special task. Strictly speaking, Lee Hu might not even have the experience of Yang Ze.

Seeing the few figures approaching the truck, the two of them immediately stopped hesitating. Lee Hu also took out the steel spikes that Lee Hu used in the team earlier. The spikes were around the length of an adult's arm and were sharpened into a short sword on both sides.

The two of them looked at each other in silence. They could see the bloodthirsty look in each other's eyes.

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

By this time, the four had already approached the convoy and were gathered behind the frozen truck, discussing something in a low voice.

"Duck, you said that we have already walked so far, but why haven't we seen any patrolling enemies?"

The slightly plump figure behind looked around nervously, but other than the breathing of these people, there was no other movement.

"Who cares so much. Wouldn't it be better if no one discovered us? Give me the pipe pliers and I'll cut the lock on the truck."

Duck was rather impatient, as it was not a good thing if no one noticed. If someone saw this, they would fire a few shots at him. Then, these people would be killed.

"Oh, good." The slightly fat man immediately took off a large pipe clamp on his back and handed it over to the duck in front of him.

Duck took the tools and waved it around. Then, as if he remembered something, he turned around and asked the slightly plump man behind him.

"Are you sure it's this? Don't let me go through so much trouble just to find the wrong truck."

Hearing this, the slightly fat man looked at the truck carefully with a face full of certainty.

"That's it. I observed it during the day. It's a cold storage car. It's different from the other two trucks."

Duck nodded, and clamped down on the big lock on the door while the others watched nervously from behind. They didn't know what was going on, and no one suggested patrolling.

None of these people were professional enough. When they came to steal something, none of them offered to stand guard. All of them stared at the duck's hand with rapt attention.

They originally thought that Wang Yi's group would feel safe the moment they entered the prison, so they didn't arrange any sentries. However, they knew that the real sentry had already circled behind them.

At this moment, Yang Ze and Lee Hu had already borrowed some vehicles to hide themselves behind these people.

In the darkness of the night, the two of them quietly slowed down their pace and slowly approached the few people who were pulling the carriage's locks.

Yang Ze lightly pulled Lee Hu back, pointed at the last person, and then swiped his own neck with his palm.

Lee Hu naturally understood what that meant. He immediately nodded towards Wu Tie and clenched the steel spike in his hand. The two of them silently walked up to that person's back.

The man had a shaved head, which shone brightly under the moonlight like an electric light bulb.

Baldy was staring at the action of the duck in front of him, and a series of crunching sounds rang out. Baldy knew that it was the sound of the clamp and the metal chain intersecting.

He didn't know why, but when he heard the sound of metal colliding with metal, the baldy suddenly felt a sense of anxiety. He vaguely felt that something wasn't right and wanted to raise his head to take a look.

Seeing that the baldy was about to turn around, both Yang Ze and Lee Hu secretly cursed. If they were to be found out, then their plans would be ruined.

There was no time to lose. If he was just a little bit slower, the baldy would have turned around and the situation would have become more passive.

As if they had practiced countless times before, Yang Ze directly put his dagger into the scabbard hanging on his waist accurately, his eyes were still staring at the bald man without a shred of hesitation. After all, he had gone through countless training, and the position of the scabbard was already engraved in his heart. Even if the light was not good and his mind was not paying attention, it did not affect Yang Ze's movements in the slightest.

At the same time that Yang Ze put the dagger back into its scabbard, he suddenly took a step forward and pressed his body against the back of the baldy.1

Just as the bald man was about to turn around, he felt something sticking to his back. Just as his head came back to his senses and he knew that things were not going well, he wanted to open his mouth to remind the people in front of him.

Lee Hu reacted quickly. The moment Yang Ze took a step forward, Lee Hu caught up. Almost at the same time, Yang Ze's big hand covered the bald man's mouth, and Lee Hu's steel spike quickly slid across his throat. Then, the blade spun and pierced straight into the bald man's heart!

"Puchi ~ ~"

"Dang lang!"

The sound of the steel stabbing into flesh and the sound of the duck's shears unlocking were unexpectedly combined together, appearing very normal in this tranquil night.

"F * ck!" Why is this broken lock so hard to cut? "

Duck shook his sore arms and cursed unfairly. At the same time, he turned around and spoke to the slightly plump man behind him.

"You can do it, I'm bored."

The moment he turned his head, Duck saw from the corner of his eyes that the bald man at the back seemed to have swayed a little, then he just stood there without moving.

"Alright, you go ahead and rest first. I'll take care of it."

The slightly chubby man immediately stood up, blocking Duck's line of sight.

The duck's attention was attracted to the fat man as it lost its sight of the slightly abnormal bald man, and the fat man continued to reach out for the pincers in its hands. Although it still had some doubts in its heart, it did not feel anything, and only thought that the bald man might not be able to wait any longer.

Duck didn't pay any attention to the bald man's abnormal behavior. He handed the tube and pliers to the slightly fat man, then turned around and stood to the side, quietly watching the actions of the slightly fat man.

If he was a bit more alert, he would have noticed that the baldy was like a pile of rotten meat as he slowly collapsed.

Lee Hu and Lee Hu gently put the bald man down on the ground. Yang Ze then pulled up his vest to block the blood that was continuously spurting out from the bald man's neck.

Not long later, the yellow vest was dyed red with blood.

However, the two of them didn't care about these details. After confirming that Bald Manzi was dead, Lee Hu gently wiped his hands on his clothes to remove the sticky blood on his palms to prevent it from affecting his following actions.

Yang Ze then took out his dagger and pointed at the two people in front of him.

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