The one-meter-nine foreign strong man was able to make his steps so light that he could barely make a sound, although this cautious gait greatly slowed down his speed. It wasn't until the pile of bricks was close that he turned on the flashlight to its brightest brightness.

The generator was alone with the rubble on the ground, and there was no one to be seen. The big man felt incredible, and did not dare to immediately step forward and touch the switch of the generator, as if the machine would eat people. "Jessie, Mark!" he called out to the two accomplices who had disappeared with the lights out, but received no response.

Neo? Bay couldn't get her hands on her feet, she had reached the entrance to the ghost labyrinth, wandering uneasily. For a moment, she even turned her head because she suspected that there was someone hiding her opponent in the ghost labyrinth. The fluorescent lamps were slow to come on, and suddenly the attic was noisy again. A hooded man on the second floor turned the lamp tube to shine the hazy light away, and saw that Yu Gongcheng's original five-person encirclement had now become "two points and one line", and danced at the muscular man who came down from the ghost attic: "Stupid, still stupid standing here! Run for your life, or let people make dumplings!" "You want to stay here and wait for death, don't teach us to die with you!" Xing Tian also shouted at the only one person left in the "encirclement" with his round eyes. The two foreigners who did not understand Chinese were overwhelmed by them, and they could not move without instructions from the ghost maze, so they had to continue to stand in embarrassment, guarding these two Chinese against them.

This seemingly out-of-control chaos has made Neo? Bay calmed down: such a small harassment must not be a police roundup, and the guy who doesn't want to show up is just interfering with their lighting, and whether or not this guy or guys are in collusion with the person who sells the child's website, he is probably not as strong as himself. Thinking of this, she ordered the Italian translator to send a message to the four hooded men in the attic: "Be on guard in place and pay attention to each other's responses." "She's not worried about the big guy going to check on the generator alone.

No one has provided such equipment as multifunctional telescopes for the staff of human rights organizations, and as a representative of an organization carrying out humanitarian work, Neo? Bay and his men carrying or buying such equipment in a large city in a peaceful country tend to arouse unnecessary suspicion, so visibility at night becomes Neo? The congenital disadvantage of Bay et al. According to the unwritten rules of the organization, when conducting this type of transaction, the advanced PDAs, radio headsets, and other electronic devices distributed by the organization must be kept silent to avoid intrusion by the other party or the police pretending to be the counterparty of the transaction - in principle, these things cannot be carried with you at this time, but Neo? Convinced that the hotel was no longer safe, Bay packed them into the briefcase, along with important documents, so that they could communicate with each other "by yelling".

Neo? Bay is well aware of these two weaknesses of her side, so she uses the knowledge she has read from the art of war to choose the ghost town she is familiar with as the trading location, using its complex environment layout as a cover, and at the same time limiting the child seller website to a maximum of two people to come to trade, and controlling the scope of activity of the trading partner to a limited space. This is another understanding of "location" and "people", and it is also a countermeasure to make up for weaknesses. And she herself planned to take the Italian translator to stand on the commanding heights in the center of the dark haunted labyrinth, outside an unfinished eerie gazebo, overlooking the whole process.

The noise under the haunted attic had not subsided for the time being, and the fluorescent lamp in the witch's cottage came on for the third time. The big man made sure there were no traps on the generator and turned it on, before he noticed the two accomplices, Jessie and Mark, lying unconscious in a pile of bricks like intimate lovers.

See the lights come back, Neo? Bay let out a sigh of relief, which was naturally why she hadn't returned to the gloomy gazebo yet - she would gasp if she had climbed up to take a look.

Just as the gaze of the two foreign hooded men under the attic was instinctively attracted by the fluorescent lamp, they heard the "knock knock" running sound coming from the attic staircase. Turning his head, he saw a tall Chinese man stepping on the rotten staircase and rushing to the second floor, and the hooded man at the top of the staircase did not react, and was knocked to the ground by him with a punch. "you!" he rolled on the floor in ignorance of the man he had knocked down, and rushed towards the guy holding the White Snake in tow.

It's Zhuowu. When the hapless Mark comes to restart the generator, Takgo knocks him unconscious with lightning speed, then turns off the generator and his flashlight and drags him away and hides him. Then he hurried to the ghost attic as fast as he could, and through the window hole in the wall on the right side of the stairs, he moved quietly towards the stairs. Although the light was low, the light of the lamp tube could still reflect the outline of his body as he got closer to the staircase. Fortunately, Xingtian and Yugong were the first to spot him, so they shouted to divert the attention of the hooded men, and attracted the light of the lamp tube.

The hooded man with the white snake didn't think about whether to throw the white snake downstairs or use it as a shield, so he let Zhuo Wu fly up and kick him in the middle of the waist, he bent over in pain, and was hit in the cheek by an uppercut, and suddenly let go of his hand, and fell backwards. "Woo. The white snake that he let go of was still tied hand and foot, unsteady on its feet, leaning over, and looking about to plant downstairs. Zhuo Wu hurriedly stretched out his long arm and grabbed her arm, pulled her back with all his might, and took her into his arms, and he staggered to the ground.

At this time, the two hooded men who were knocked down by him saw him hugging a person, so they attacked one after the other. However, listening to their footsteps, I knew that the movements and speed of the two were not consistent. Zhuo Wu didn't look back, only relying on the footsteps behind him to get stronger and stronger, his right arm hugged the white snake, and his left arm was raised and he was an elbow back, right in front of the guy, this heavy elbow hit Zhuo Wu was full of strength, and he passed out directly. The hooded man who broke the lamp tube took this opportunity to punch Zhuo Wu's heart. It's too late, it's too fast, Zhuo Wu dodged quickly, avoided his fist, pressed down with his left arm, clamped his arm, and then twisted it back. With a "cluck", the hooded man shouted.

It all happened in less than three minutes, let alone Neo? Bay and the Italian translator didn't know what was going on, even Yugong, Xingtian, and the two hooded men downstairs were also stunned. They seemed to see Zhuo Wu grab the man's strong forearm and tear it hard, and actually tore off a muscle from his clothes!

Strangely, the man only gave a brief "ah" and pulled out his arm. Zhuo Wu didn't give him time to make the next move, and kicked him hard in the chest. This time he didn't shout, and he stumbled down the stairs like a rolling log, and fell to the ground motionless.

"Fake, their muscles are sticked!Hurry up!" Zhuo Wu waved the "muscle" he tore off downstairs. It turned out to be a substance similar to silicone, but it was harder, had a certain elasticity on the body, and could also play a role in keeping warm. This was what he discovered after he knocked down Mark, and at that time, the unlucky Mark didn't even have the least vigilance against Zhuo Wu, who was approaching step by step, and he didn't react when his palm was cut to the back of his neck, which was not in line with the basic quality of a thug. The weather is so cold, they only wear thin T-shirts on their upper bodies to show off their muscle lines, even if their muscles are strong, they can't resist the cold of winter. His suspicions deepened, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He further thought: thugs are also pretending, find a man to stick this thing to scare people. Can't he be so vulnerable? The fight with the two fake muscular men in the attic confirmed his judgment even more.

Zhuo Wu's "point" made Xingtian immediately wave his fist at the members of the "five-person encirclement". Witnessing his accomplices being punched and kicked by Zhuo Wu, this kid was so frightened that he lost his sense of resistance, and actually showed a look of begging for mercy. It's a pity that he doesn't know how to say "a good man spares his life" or "a hero's surname", and Xingtian is not soft, and beats him to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

"Uh-ah-" When he was proud, Xingtian heard the screams of the foolish father. When he turned around, he saw Yugong fall to the ground with his hands on his knees, his eyes closed in pain. The strong man opposite him maintains a standard fighting stance – with his left fist in front and his right fist protecting his jaw, his legs open and his knees slightly bent. Although he couldn't see his face under the hood, Xingtian felt an awe-inspiring aura just from that still movement.

"Rabbit cub, this big chunk is real!" Xingtian roared at Zhuo Wu in the attic before rushing over to protect Yugong.