Chapter Seventy-One: Red Night

The lights are flashing, and it's a busy time.

Cao Yang was afraid that someone would follow his convoy all the way, so after leaving the villa, he kept changing lanes temporarily, and it took a big circle to reach his destination.

"Boss, no one is coming!"

"Roger, you guys continue to stare at the intersection and wait for my news!"

Hanging up the walkie-talkie, Cao Yang's eyes were drawn back to the escort cars in front of him, in order to prevent being followed, after entering the shantytown workshop area, he left a car to guard in the secluded alley, if there is really a guy who does not have long eyes to dare to follow up, then naturally he can't hide from their eyes.

Luckily, no one was following them.

With a long breath, Cao Yang's heart hanging in the air finally became steady, and now even if a police officer immediately broke into the Cao family's villa, he couldn't find any stubble, let alone any criminal evidence, criminal black gold, etc.

Bags of money were carried into a bungalow made of reinforced concrete, which was usually a small warehouse used to stock up on goods, without even a ventilation window, and the only entrance and exit gate had two locks, which needed to be unlocked at the same time by two henchmen who were deeply trusted by Cao Yang.

Seeing the last bag of money transferred from the armed escort car into the warehouse, and after the heavy iron door was closed, Cao Yang got into the car.

"Godfather, the money has been hidden for the time being, but this is not a long-term solution, do you want to make a trick to clean up......"

Cao Yang sat in the back seat with his mobile phone, spoke respectfully, and the convoy also set off again, leaving the extremely hidden workshop.

The iron door of the courtyard was closed heavily, the thick iron chain was tightly locked, and the hundred flour in the hut continued to mix flour to reduce the purity, and the four elite bodyguards added by Cao Yang did not dare to slack off with guns.

The workers and stewards in the workshop did not know that the warehouse was carrying huge amounts of cash, they only knew that the big boss rarely came to the workshop, and now there were four masters left to guard the warehouse, all of whom thought that the family had bought higher quality goods.

Only these four people knew how valuable the goods they needed to guard for two or three days were, so the four of them were divided into two shifts, rotating every four hours.

Considering that the entire bungalow is made of thick reinforced concrete except for the roof, and even the floor is 30 centimeters thick, it is impossible to dig the foot of the wall and pry the hole to steal the money.

There are two people in each class, one person will hang around the only door with a gun, while the other person will stay in the dark with a gun, and there is basically no omission of light and darkness, unless a large number of people come to plunder, but the more than ten workers and masters in the workshop are not vegetarians.

These guys have been working with the Cao family for a long time, and since the first time they mixed flour with flour, their work has been destined to be high-risk and high-reward, pinning their heads to the waistband of their pants.

It doesn't matter if he is loyal to the Cao family, more than a dozen people all have guns, ordinary underworld forces, who dares to break in and grab money?

Besides, even they don't know that this bag is filled with money, and someone will not be able to make a clever calculation?

Sudden transfers of funds, minimal size of insiders, and covert and reliable hiding places......

Cao Yang's move was actually seamless, but what he never expected was that there were still people who took a fancy to this money.

Await!

The long wait!

Wu Feng watched Cao Yang's convoy leave, but he did not rush to act immediately, but asked the spirit core to investigate first, obtain information on the target's location, defensive posture, number of people, weapons and equipment, etc., and after repairing the action plan, he began to wait for a long time.

Early in the morning, three o'clock.

For people who are accustomed to falling asleep at night, this is a moment when tiredness rolls in, sleepiness brings slackness, and this is the time that Wu Feng is waiting for.

"Spirit Core, check your remaining energy!"

Inside the off-road vehicle, Wu Feng gave an order to the robot-like spirit core.

The highly intelligent spirit core quickly reviewed the remaining energy and reported: "Master, the remaining energy is enough to support the raid operation, but after the operation is over, I will immediately enter a dormant energy-saving state." ”

"Enough!"

Wu Feng pressed the button, the power window was lowered actively, and the spirit core suddenly bounced out of the car on the leather seat, and deftly transformed into a supersonic fighter in the air, instantly spraying a hot high-temperature and high-pressure airflow, helping it to roar through the night and go straight to the target.

Sin, disguised in the noise of machinery, was heard in the countless marble workshops with the roar of cutters and grinders, the sizzling of grinding and the gurgling of cutting, confusing a piercing nocturne.

For the extreme criminals who specialize in drug sales for a living, Wu Feng opened the absolute killing authority to the spirit core this time, and although it is too bloody and cruel to counter violence with violence, there is no doubt that this is their best ending.

And the footsteps of death are gradually approaching, and the four people who happened to change shifts are not aware at all.

"Brother Huan, it's time for you to go to sleep!"

A scarred face with a height of about 1.8 meters, exceptionally strong and strong, with a holster on the belt around his waist, rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked to the door.

Brother Huan also had a tiger's back on his back, extinguished the twentieth cigarette butt, yawned, and shouted: "Paralyzed, it will be dawn for two more hours, just fight the landlord." ”

When the thin monkey on the side heard that he was playing cards, he immediately came to his senses.

"Okay, it's almost dawn anyway, I'm too lazy to change shifts, play cards and cards!"

As the four of them spoke, they were ready to fight the landlord, but the table had not yet been set up, and Scarface, who was sitting in the first place, saw a flickering bright spot under the night rush into the field of vision, like a meteor suddenly slipping down.

"I'll go, that's ......"

Before Scarface could shout, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he almost screamed that the fighter was coming, but if you look closely, how can there be any jet fighter the size of a palm?

In front of the bungalow was a small courtyard, and the one-kilowatt lighting burst out with orange light, reflecting on the only slightly dilapidated truck in the courtyard, but the intrusion of the silver fighter plane, just for a short moment, the silver shining shape attracted the attention of the four people.

Under the orange light, the wingspan of the fighter plane shone silver, as if it suddenly came out of a science fiction dream, with a deadly cold light, roaring straight to the four people.

"it!"

Scarface reacted quickly, and the hand that was originally stretched out to take out the poker in his trouser pocket quickly changed to untie the holster, but his speed was still too slow, and he saw a flash of silver light, and the thin monkey on the opposite side collapsed from the back of his neck to the Adam's apple, and a blood line appeared.

Too fast, Scarface instantly thought of the terrifying scene of the chainsaw cutting his neck, but where was the chainsaw so fast and sharp, he couldn't blink an eye, and Brother Huan on the left hand side of Scarface was also cut his throat.

Blood gushing out with a certain pressure in the artery, Scarface didn't dare to pull out the gun at all, but just squatted down in a reactive manner, and saw the silver weird super small plane rushing straight to the partner on the right side, and the throat was also brutally cut.

"I'll you!"

Scarface dodged, hid behind the table, and finally pulled out his pistol, holding the gun in both hands and trying to aim at the silver fighter that circled around and killed again, but before his index finger could pull the trigger, the silver fighter rushed in front of him.

Burst!

Scarface was horrified to see that his imitation 54 pistol was cut in half from the barrel to the guard, and the thumbs of both hands were also cut off, and the silver with shining eyes pounced on him.

It hurts, I don't feel it.

Scarface didn't feel any pain from having his thumb severed, and he sensed a chill in his throat, then a heat, and then ......

Rumble!

The scarface of more than 180 pounds fell to the ground with a bang, and no shot was fired, but the sound of falling to the ground was enough to alarm the people in the hut not far away, who were in full swing mixing 100 flour and flour.

As is customary, if there is any abnormal noise, the gunman sitting at the door goes out to check.

But the strange thing is that the gunman went out and didn't come back, and the second one who went out was the steward of the field, who was handpicked by Cao Yang to supervise the work here, experienced and calm and sophisticated, but he still didn't come back.

Could it be that something is going on? Under the dim electric light, the guys in masks stopped what they were doing.

Inside, the long wooden tables are assembly-line from end to end, and some people are responsible for removing the well-packed 100 powder bricks, some are responsible for chopping them into powder, some are responsible for adding flour, and some are responsible for re-weighing.

But they all stopped, listening with their ears pricked up outside, and there was no movement, and the air was still filled with the neighing of the surrounding machines and equipment cutting and polishing marble.

Multiply! Multiply!

The low-power lights overhead flickered twice and finally went out, and the room was immediately plunged into darkness, but in the blink of an eye, the light bulbs came on again, and the backup power was on.

"Grass, there are ghosts, get a gun!"

Someone shouted in a low voice, and in the next second, the guys wearing masks immediately took out their pistols and cautiously went out to investigate.

In the night, I saw a meteor as fast as lightning coming straight forward, the speed was extremely fast, the first person to go out did not see clearly, the second person felt a severe pain in the stomach, followed by the third and fourth ......

The spirit core transformed into a rocket-like spirit core is like a three-edged military thorn with infinite strength, like wearing a mutton skewer, and penetrating a ** one after another.

The most terrifying thing is that the spirit core not only attacks fiercely and abnormally, but also dexterously controls its speed and flight trajectory, just penetrating the penultimate person, seeing that the situation is wrong, and the last person who is left behind turns around and is about to run, the spirit core immediately slows down sharply to avoid hitting the wall, and then quickly accelerates to stab.

With a pop, the last of them was also pierced by the waist, but none of them died immediately.

The triangular wound became more and more bulging with the struggle, and a large amount of blood mixed with flesh gushed out, and the guys who were lying on the ground and wailing could not care about each other at all, without exception, they covered the wound and wailed on the ground in unbearable pain.

The heart-rending cry resounded throughout the house, outside the house, and in the courtyard, and the volume of the sound went from high to low, and finally stopped.

Wu Feng, who was waiting outside the courtyard, forcibly endured the disgusting and filthy smell of the stinky ditch, climbed over the wall and entered after getting the report of the spirit core, and the courtyard was still brightly lit at this moment, but the power of the backup power supply was not enough, and the light bulbs looked particularly listless.

The spirit core has changed back to the shape of a belt, and it is lying motionless on the ground of the courtyard dam because its energy is almost exhausted, as if it were a real belt.

Tied to two belts, Wu Feng checked and confirmed that there was no one alive, and then he went to open the door that locked the huge wealth.

At night, it was as black as a wash.

The faint smell of blood in the air was dissipated by the choking smell of lime, and as the truck was gone, the countdown to the self-made ignition device left in the house began, and the pungent smell of gasoline poured everywhere was emanated.

Half an hour later, the flames rose into the sky, and the night was red with a raging fire.

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