Looking at the man getting closer, Zhao Hui's heart was in his throat, hoping that they could step on the "mechanism" they designed as they wished. As long as Zhang Mingwei's attention is attracted, everything that follows will be easy.

Five meters, three meters, two meters...

"Oh..." With a bang, a big man tripped on the ground by something and hit his head hard at Zhang Mingwei's door.

The one behind him was not spared, and he was tripped by his companions.

Such a big noise immediately woke up people from several nearby rooms. The lights suddenly lit up, and someone rushed out with weapons.

Zhang Mingwei's roar was like thunder, scaring the two people who fell to the ground in panic to get up.

Zhao Hui flashed across the ground and grabbed one of the masks in his hand. The man was stunned by the fall and didn't care about the loss of the mask. He only wanted to see what was under his feet and tripped him.

Zhang Mingwei opened the door and appeared in front of everyone angrily.

There was no light in the aisle, and the light from the room opposite was reflected, and he could clearly see his cannibalism.

"Do you want to die?"

"I'm sorry... Commander!" The person who made the mistake immediately pleaded with Zhang Mingwei.

Zhang Mingwei suddenly let go of his old face and laughed loudly. Everyone knew that if he smiled, it would mean that someone would die.

"Please!" The man crawled forward a few steps and hugged Zhang Mingwei's legs.

Zhang Mingwei retreated, trying to get rid of him, but was hugged tighter by the big man, which made him even more angry.

"Bang--"

After a gunshot, the unlucky guy who hit the door was killed by the commander. He loosened his hands and fell softly beside the door.

Here, a Stormman is like a dog, not worthy of being pitiful. Zhang Mingwei wants his life.

The masked men stood on both sides, neither frightened nor scared.

It seemed as if this result was reasonable, only the man who changed the duty together was shaking all over, and it was his turn to take the next shot.

Zhao Hui was wearing a mask and stood in the front row and looked coldly.

"Why don't you drag it away for me?" Zhang Mingwei pointed at the corpse.

The trembling man seemed to find a glimmer of life, and immediately stepped over and pulled his companion's legs outward, leaving a long bloodstain that stretched from Zhang Mingwei's room to the entrance of the stairs.

No one went to help him. The man who could have carried hundreds of pounds was too scared, and the remaining strength could only barely drag his companion's body.

"Bastard!" Zhang Mingwei was still not satisfied, and cursed and said to the person at the door: "Clean the ground for me."

Everyone realized that no one wanted to miss such a great opportunity to perform. They rushed to get tools and fetch water. Four or five men even took off their clothes and wiped them directly on the ground.

Zhang Mingwei didn't look at these poor people with his eyes in front of him, threw the gun on the cabinet, walked to the south and opened the window, and let the night wind blow away the bloody smell in the room with his hands behind his back.

The most eye-catching thing by the window is the machine gun. The bullets are already set up and can be fired outside the window at any time.

There was a busy life behind him, and everyone was shouting like a favor. Commander Zhang couldn't see anyone working hard, at least he had to hear the sound.

Zhao Hui raised his head in the crowd and searched around for places where tantalum coins might be hidden.

The nearest clothes hanger is hung. In Zhao Hui's memory, these are what Zhang Mingwei wore on weekdays. There are two iron cabinets on the west side of the room, which does not seem to have no insurance function.

With Zhang Mingwei's conceit, he would definitely feel that this room is absolutely safe. There is no one else who can come here except him. Things like this have never happened tonight.

One of the cabinets was piled with many debris, and the other one was near the bedside with a few guns and a large number of bullets. If he placed the tantalum coins in the cabinet, the most likely one was to be close to the bedside.

While Zhao Hui was searching, a strong wind blew in from the window, and sand mixed with the wind rushed in instantly. Zhang Mingwei was a little unexpected and quickly covered his eyes with his hands, but sand had already run into his eyes.

The clothes hanging on the hanger were swept up by the wind, and the special sound attracted Zhao Hui's attention in milliseconds. It was the sound of metal friction, so familiar that it was no longer familiar.

If you have never been to the arsenal, and have not found that underground tantalum warehouse, and have not brought thousands of tantalum coins back to the base camp, then this sound may be unfamiliar, but it is different now. This extremely special sound is definitely made by tantalum coins from the package.

When he said that, he quickly kicked the clothes hanger down as soon as he stretched out his legs, and hit the head of the crowd who were cleaning up the blood.

"What a strong wind." He still shouted loudly.

Everyone helped the clothes hanger up, and the clothes that fell to the ground were rescued in time, and basically no blood was stained.

Zhao Hui grabbed one of them and quickly penetrated into his pocket with his right hand. Sure enough, he touched what he wanted. From the texture and shape, he quickly took it out.

"A bunch of useless wastes, get out!" Zhang Mingwei's eyes were sand, and he turned around and cursed his masked man loudly.

When they heard the commander get angry, it seems that their performance tonight was wasted. They were all silent, packing their own tools and clothes and exiting the room, and they didn't dare to let go.

Zhao Hui took advantage of the chaos and went straight through the hall.

The man who was dragging the body was still in the front yard, and was walking out step by step.

Zhao Hui quickly stepped forward, reached out to help him pull one leg, and left the hospital door.

When he arrived three or four hundred meters away from the building, Zhao Hui said to the man: "I have something to do, you can handle it yourself!"

The man can only accept his fate, who makes him unlucky? So he nodded and continued to bury his companions further away, and it is possible to eat them. However, the possibility of Orange Pie is small, so he will not eat his compatriots before he is particularly hungry.

Zhao Hui took off his mask at the corner of the small highland, buried it carefully in the sand, and then walked around a large circle to enter the East Ninth District.

The next day, he still couldn't wake up. Zong Zewei's eyeliner came over to invite him several times, and when he entered the tent, he saw that Mr. Zhao was indeed sleeping.

It was only at night that he yawned and opened the curtain. The servant quickly led the way in front, and Zhao Hui was facing the weather all kinds of complaints behind him.

When Zong Zewei saw Zhao Hui, he found that his face was very good and did not look sick.

"I heard that I was uncomfortable yesterday?"

"Maybe the long journey is a bit tired. I haven't recovered after several days." Zhao Hui continued to yawn and answered casually.

"I looked good today." Zong Zewei laughed.

Zhao Hui could only hear laughter, and no smile could be seen from Zong Zewei's face.

Soon, everyone arrived.

Zong Zewei asked all the irrelevant people to retreat, leaving the people related to this operation.

Including the team leader he arranged, Zong Zewei sent a total of 16 people. Zhao Hui was the only one with him and Cui Xiping. Yu Tianlei was not included in this revenge operation. After all, he was just a weak person.

"We will take action tomorrow, and this time we will be commanded by Mr. Zhao, and everyone will follow his orders."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!