That night, Kunlun Island.

There was a thud, and suddenly the torrential rain poured down.

Lightning.

The rain was falling in a small grass hut, and Sun Yuan closed his eyes silently, all his perceptions were tied to his hands behind him.

In the past few days, I have often been dragged out and tied to a stake as a human sandbag.

Over time, the rope in the hand has loosened.

Coupled with the rainstorm and thunder tonight, it would be the best cover-up, and he didn't want to miss this opportunity to escape.

Sun Yuan moved the rope in his hand very calmly, and slowly used his dark force to break free centimeter by centimeter, so that after about a few minutes, his hands were already in a state of liberation.

Sun Yuan still closed his eyes tightly, pretending to close his eyes to recuperate, he was waiting for an excellent opportunity.

Unless the man guarding the hut walked out, there was no way to untie the ropes on his feet.

Minutes and seconds passed.

This moment of waiting is an invisible torment for him.

There was only one chance, and he repeatedly told himself that he had to endure it, endure it, and once he made a move, he could only succeed.

The heavy rain is still falling.

It lasted for nearly forty minutes before the rain showed signs of lightening.

At this time, the terrorist on guard also began to yawn, but because it was a late-night shift, he had to hold out until 3 a.m.

Sun Yuan was in a very anxious mood, if he waited until after the handover, the people on the shift would have already had enough rest, and the opportunity to act on his own would be greatly reduced.

And this heavy rain, I don't know how long it will last.

If you can't hold out until the second half of the night, I'm afraid you'll have to miss the opportunity.

He deliberately shouted in a weak and hoarse voice: "Water...... Water ......"

Hearing the slightest movement, the only terrorist with an assault rifle on duty in the room glanced at it in a bad temper, and then turned his head directly to the other side, pretending not to see or hear.

"Water, give me water!" Sun Yuan was very tired, his lips dry and kept muttering.

Zhong Xujie next to him also swallowed a mouthful of water, and then shouted to the guard guy: "Hey, water!"

He was afraid that the other party would not understand, so he deliberately raised his head, licked his lips and motioned for them to drink.

Finally, the terrorist on duty got impatient, put the rifle in his hand at the door, and then directly picked up his water bottle and unscrewed it, walked towards Zhong Xujie, and let the other party tilt his head and pour a few mouthfuls.

Zhong Xujie gulped down the water, and immediately grinned, expressing great satisfaction.

Immediately.

The caretaker walked in front of Sun Yuan and motioned for this noisy guy to drink quickly and shut up after drinking!

Sun Yuan showed a grateful expression and gulped down the water hungrily.

However, at that moment, he suddenly retracted his legs, and then suddenly slammed into the other party in a crouching position, and at the same time, the rope in his hand was instantly untied.

The terrorist, who was on guard, was so shocked that he staggered back two steps.

He immediately anxiously wanted to go back and get his gun.

It was too late, and the next second, a thick rope was around his neck.

Sun Yuan glared angrily, the moment he untied the rope, he pulled the rope away, and then strangled this guy's throat stiffly!

One second!

Two seconds!

After five seconds, it was obvious that the other party had lost the strength to struggle, and the whole person softened.

Sun Yuan still didn't relax, he insisted very cautiously, until he began to gasp for breath, and then suddenly collapsed from exhaustion.

Wandering between life and death, he has become accustomed to all kinds of insidious tricks.

Including the other party may fake his death to trick himself into letting go, for which he has to tighten for a few more seconds.

Seeing this scene, Qi Xiaogou and Zhong Xujie also became excited, knowing that the opportunity to escape had finally come.

Sun Yuan untied the ropes of his legs neatly, and then picked up the rifle at the door, and then ran over to untie the ropes for the two.

Then they all stood up and moved their bones.

Qi Xiaogou said in an embarrassed voice: "There is only one gun, I'm afraid it will be difficult to kill." ”

Sun Yuan said in a hoarse voice: "Don't alarm anyone as much as possible, don't shoot!"

With that, he turned around and touched the terrorist who fell to the ground, and sure enough, he found a dagger, and then handed it to Qi Xiaopu.

He picked up the rope on the ground, although he said that the gun was on his body, but once the first shot was fired.

I am afraid that it will alarm the other people in the village, and when the enemy is outnumbered, they will either exchange their lives for their lives, or they will directly kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

They had different expressions and serious expressions, alert to the movement outside, and watched carefully at the door.

Now I'm afraid that I'll be found out as soon as I go out.

Of course, in the dead of night, it's impossible to have people moving around.

At most, it's just a team patrolling at night.

The rain was heavy, and everyone looked at each other, ready to rush out.

However, less than half a second after they stepped out of the grass hut, they were completely dumbfounded, and more than a dozen guns were pointed at their heads.

The corners of Sun Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he really had the urge to scold and roar angrily at the sky.

Qi Xiaopu also wilted like a punctured balloon, awkwardly put the knife on the ground, and then squatted on the ground with his hands raised to signal surrender.

The rain washed over the group of terrorists outside, and their clothes were completely wet.

The black guy kicked the gun in Sun Yuan's hand with a kick forward, and then directly dragged the other party up, and laughed mockingly in very non-standard Chinese: "Spicy chicken!"

"Tied up!"

The three of them were very confused and unacceptable, and were once again thrown back into the hut.

At this time, they finally understood that their movements just now would be discovered.

It turned out that there was a very inconspicuous camera in the back corner of the thatched hut, and it was blocked by straw.

The big black man crouched down, deliberately checked the camera, then blocked the camera with straw in front of them, and then turned back and looked at the others with a playful and mocking smile.

Such a naked provocation and insult.

Sun Yuan finally couldn't help it, and wanted to rush over like a mad dog, but he was directly kicked to the ground.

The fall was a tingling pain on the scalp, and even Qi Puppy couldn't help but shrink back.

Right now.

Suddenly, a figure holding an umbrella came to the outside of the small grass hut.

The figure was an old man, who stopped at the door of the small grass hut and slowed for a moment before entering.

The terrorists in the room nodded respectfully to the old man, then slowly retreated to the edge of the room, giving up his place.

Sun Yuan and the others looked at the old man with solemn expressions, their eyes full of vigilance and indifference.

The old man looked at their embarrassed figures, sighed heavily, and muttered complicatedly: "It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other!"