"Well, do it!"

Yang Ze suddenly put down his rifle and drew out his dagger.

"Don't use a gun, use a knife, the sound is loud, it will disturb the rest of the team."

Yang Ze is also a militant. When he worked as a special police officer before, he killed many people. Strictly speaking, Li Hu is not as experienced as Yang Ze.

When they saw that the figures had approached the truck, they immediately did not hesitate. Li Hu also took out the steel thorn tied to his calf, which was grinded by Li Hu's team tools before. It was about the length of an adult's arm, with sharp blades on both sides. The front was grinded into a sharp point, forming a dagger like weapon.

They looked at each other silently, and both of them saw the bloodthirsty light in their eyes.

Nodding to each other, they climbed down the truck.

By this time, the four men had already approached the motorcade, and were gathering behind the refrigerated van to discuss something in a low voice.

"Duck, you said that we have come so far, why haven't we found someone on the opposite patrol?"

The slightly fat figure in the back looked around nervously, but there was no movement except the breathing of these people.

"I don't care so much. No one finds it better. Give me the pliers and I'll cut the truck lock."

The duck is quite impatient. It's not a good thing that no one finds out. If someone sees him, he can't help saying that there are only a few shots, then these people will be told here.

"Oh, good." The chubby man then took off a big pipe pliers on his back and handed it to the duck in front of him.

The duck took the tool and waved it twice in his hand. It seemed that he remembered something. He turned his head and asked the fat man behind him.

"You're sure it's this. Don't make me spend a long time cutting it open, but I find the wrong truck."

Slightly fat man smell speech and carefully looked at the truck, a face affirmative said.

"That's it. I made a special observation during the day. This is a refrigerated truck, which is different from the other two trucks."

The duck nodded, and then pinched his pincers onto the big lock on the door of the carriage. The others stared nervously at the back, not knowing how to pay attention to the surrounding situation, and no one put forward the idea of sentry.

These people are also not professional enough. When several people come to steal, none of them say they want to take the initiative to watch out, and all of them focus on the movements of ducks' hands.

They thought that Wang Yi and his group felt safe when they entered the prison, and they didn't arrange sentries, but they knew that the real sentries had been around them.

At this time, Yang Ze and Li Hu had borrowed some vehicles to cover them and walked around behind them.

In the dark, two people quietly, slow down, slowly close to a few people are driving the truck compartment lock.

Yang Ze gently grabbed Li Hu, pointed to the last person, and then stretched out his palm to draw on his neck.

Li Hu naturally understood what it meant. He nodded to Yang Ze, then grasped the steel thorn in his hand, and they walked quietly to the man's back.

The man had a shaved head and was shining like a light bulb in the moonlight.

Bareheaded is staring at the duck's action in front of him, and a bang bang sound sounds. Bareheaded knows that it's the sound of pipe pliers and iron chain intersecting.

But I don't know how, hearing the sound of steel collision, bald head suddenly felt a sense of anxiety, vaguely felt something wrong, and wanted to look up.

It seems that Yang Ze and Li Hu have a bad cry when they are about to turn their heads. If he finds out, their plans will be in vain.

At this time, we can't delay. If we slow down a little bit, things will become passive when we turn around bareheaded.

Li Hu and Yang Ze did not hesitate, as if they had practiced countless times before. Yang Ze directly inserted the dagger into the scabbard hanging on his waist, and his eyes were still staring at the bald head without any distraction. After all, after countless training, he had already remembered the position of the scabbard hanging, even if the light was not good, But it didn't affect Yang Ze's action at all.

While inserting the dagger into the scabbard, Yang Ze suddenly took a step forward, his body clinging to the back of his bald head.

The bald head was about to turn around, and he felt that something was sticking up behind him. His head had just come back to his senses, and he knew that things were not good. He wanted to open his mouth to remind the people in front of him, but before his mouth was opened, a big hand covered it!

Li Hu reacted quickly. As soon as Yang Ze took a step, Li Hu followed him. Almost at the same time, Yang Ze's big hand just covered his bald head's mouth, and Li Hu's steel thorn quickly slipped through his bald head's throat, and then the blade rotated, straight into his bald head's heart!

"Pooh~

"Jingle!

The sound of steel stabbing into the meat and the sound of duck cutting unlocking are completely combined. It seems so normal in this quiet night.

"Damn it! Why is this broken lock so hard to cut? "

The duck shook his sour arm and swore unfairly. At the same time, he turned back to the fat man behind.

"You do it twice. I'm tired."

At the moment of turning his head, duck Yu Guang saw that the bare head at the back seemed to shake for a while, and then he stood there straight, there was no movement.

"OK, you go and have a rest. I'll do it."

The chubby man straightened his waist and blocked the sight of the duck.

The duck was so blocked that he lost his slightly abnormal bald head. In addition, the fat man couldn't help reaching out for the pliers from the duck, so the attention of the duck was attracted by the fat man. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, the duck didn't feel anything, just thought that the bald man could not wait.

The duck didn't care about the abnormality of the bald head. After giving the pincers to the chubby man, he turned and stood aside, quietly watching the chubby man's action.

If he had been more alert, he would have found that the bald head was slowly falling down as he turned around.

Li Hu and Yang Ze gently put his bald head on the ground, and then he pulled up his waistcoat to block the blood from his neck.

After a while, the yellow vest was dyed red by the blood.

However, the two did not care about these details, and confirmed that the bald man had died completely. Li Hu gently wiped his hand on his clothes and wiped away the sticky blood that had just been sprayed on his palm to prevent it from affecting the next movement.

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