126. Fearless

11:20 p.m.

The sky above the desert was a deep blue, with a little starlight shining in the night sky, and the light and white moonlight shone on this barren land, with a bit of solemnity and oppression. In the dim light, jagged sand dunes and strange rocks lay prone between heaven and earth like giant beasts, rattlesnakes squirted between strange cacti, and a steppenwolf walked lonely between the dunes, its green eyes cold and cruel. The wind swept through the air, the cold seeping into the bones, accompanied by a slight whirlwind sound, ready to swoop down at any moment and take everything on the ground.

In the north of the desert, there is sparse traffic on the Bagge Expressway, and there are only two kinds of people who can drive on the road at this time: those who do not want to die and those who have ghosts in their hearts, and the two kinds of people seem to have the same goal, but they are very different. People in this area have a set of survival rules that they have to say to each other - keep your doors and windows closed after dark.

The long whistle of the whistle came from far and near, and the lights of the train pierced through the night, rumbling out of the desert, passing from the railway bridge from northwest to southeast, and disappearing at the end of the east bank with the "click" sound of the rails and wheels. After a few moments, the wilderness was quiet, and the disturbed lone wolf of the desert looked up to the left and right, jumped up to the high post, and disappeared after a few leaps, leaving only a fishy smell mixed with the salty smell of the midnight desert.

When the figure jumped off the speeding train, its body made a slight pain in contact with the ground, and it was only after a while that it staggered from the side of the railway, standing in place, some stiffly stretching out its arms and legs, and gritting its teeth. Then he took a long breath, and his stiff form softened a little, limping a few steps, and after a moment the figure nimbly disappeared into the darkness.

The desert at midnight began to become chilly, the figure rushed for a few minutes and then walked into a wind-eroded valley, leaned his body against the hard rock, opened the backpack behind him and took out the mask and half-fingered tactical gloves from it, took out the dagger and Walter P99 pistol and put it beside him, and then took out a map from the package, lit up the tactical flashlight and wrapped it in the palm of his hand, the light was limited to a very small circle of light and checked the direction on the map, under the faint light, the shining eyes and straight nose bridge of the figure were reflected, and it was Mo Lei.

After checking the weapon, Mo Lei used the compass to locate it, then packed up and rushed towards the southeast, the desert march at night was more dangerous, but fortunately, he knew the coordinates, and the destination was not far from himself. But Mo Lei still stopped to check his position during the journey, and simply wanted to rely on his pitiful desert combat experience in the desert was nothing more than his own death, the compass would not harm anyone, but thinking could.

The time agreed by the two parties is 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, but Mo Lei or each other know that this agreement is just shit, just a pretentious intrigue. At this moment, I don't know what traps await me in front of me.

It took a long time to inform the coyote of the news.

Mo Lei has his own plans, knowing that this operation is a fatal situation, and the other party only needs to set up a heavy ambush on the periphery, and he and Zhou Rui have to stay in the end. If the coyote can avoid it, it can be regarded as leaving a time bomb for Vaux, and it is also a guarantee for the Chinese community. But he understands better that if he and Zhou Rui have an accident, the coyote will not know the consequences - the coyote will go crazy, it will be a beast that attacks indiscriminately. After thinking about it, Mo Lei still contacted the coyote, and also told him the cause and effect, subconsciously he hoped that the coyote would agree with his opinion of going alone, of course, this subconscious is also bullshit, as expected, the coyote directly avoided that topic, and just discussed the plan of action with Mo Lei.

It's a pity that I didn't have time to get the weapon I had at hand. I don't know what the situation is on the coyote's side, but Mo Lei still has confidence in the coyote, after all, the coyote said that he has lived in this desert for several years, and he doesn't know every corner well, but he still got to know some people.

I don't know what the situation of Warcraft is now, whether it will be tortured to death, and bruises all over the body.

Thinking of this, Mo Lei felt a fire burning in his heart.

Engrossed in walking on the sand, carefully watching out for midnight foraging beasts, Mo Lei jumped towards the agreed coordinates.

The wind blew through the desert and into the depression, and the "whining" chirping sound was like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

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A few kilometers away, outside the manor, except for the dim yellow lights on both sides of the road, the manor was pitch black, and the gunman on duty sat on the steps outside the white iron gate, the cigarette butts in the corners of his mouths alternately light and dark. In the security room behind him, his colleague dozed off in a chair, only his eyes flashing as he leaned back and forth, and he was terribly awake.

In the basement of the manor, the empty aisles were covered by white lights, and it was extremely quiet and eerie, and the occasional "sizzle" sound of the lamp added a touch of eerie to the environment.

At eleven twenty o'clock, Zhou Rui heard the sound of walking in the corridor and the sound of the iron door of the basement opening, so he raised his head from his drowsy state, his chair was facing the wall and his back was facing the door, but from the footsteps he could tell that it should be the bald head - Sasa called him "Li Carlo". Li Carlo should have had a slight injury to his right foot, and the sound of his footsteps was a little different.

Every half an hour, someone will come in to check the rope, I have to say that in addition to being hit in the back of the head by the butt of the gun during the head-on confrontation, the Warcraft was shot in the ear by the man in the suit "Tomahawk", and it is still "buzzing", and then it was treated very "civilized" by this group of mercenaries, after all, the treatment of a few punches in the abdomen is very pediatric for the injuries that Warcraft has suffered, so that when he was tied by the cow tendon rope, he had enough strength to tense his body, Then relax after the tie is done, so as not to get your body tightened by the cow tendon rope and affect your plan.

During the torture, Zhou Rui maintained a high degree of cooperation and said specious things. He can't carry it to death, it's meaningless, once he is injected into the potion by the other party, he is afraid that he will be in a groggy state before Mo Lei arrives.

"Mr. Zhou?" Li Carlo's voice sounded at the door, always full of kindness and enthusiasm, even in the face of Zhou Rui, who was bound, it was like facing a friend who had not seen him for many years.

"Sent me Simmons?"

Li Carlo kept a distance of one meter from the chair, and after turning around Zhou Rui for a while, he stood in front of the chair, with a hypocritical smile on his face, the pistol in his right hand pointed at Zhou Rui is chest, and he reached out and pulled the still tight cow tendon rope on the prey in front of him before his expression relaxed, and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Rui.

"Unfortunately, we don't have enough beds here, and I all sleep in the same bed with my brother." Li Carlo sighed, his expression was really full of regret.

"Wow, that's the class difference, such a big manor, there are thirty rooms, and you don't even have a single bed." Zhou Rui smacked his lips, squinted his eagle eyes slightly, and looked up at Li Carlo, whose bald head glistened in the incandescent light.

Li Carlo inserted the pistol into the holster, raised his hand and touched his smooth chin, slightly possessed it, and hid his facial features in the shadows. He reached out and pressed Zhou Rui's shoulder, and pinched it hard with his five fingers, "You're right." ”

Enduring the unpleasant body odor and breath on Li Carlo's body, Zhou Rui's sight, the handle of the pistol on Li Carlo's waist was only half a foot away from him, and the monster even thought about whether to raise his head and bite off the other party's neck artery. But this is just thinking about it, Zhou Rui understands that his current situation has lost its use value, after all, as long as the other party notifies Mo Lei, it doesn't matter whether he is dead or alive, Mo Lei and the coyote will definitely come.

The net has been opened, waiting for Mo Lei and the coyote to come and die.

The best way to solve this situation is to escape by yourself and find them before Mo Lei comes.

Under the light, Li Carlo stared at Zhou Rui like a bloodthirsty beast, and his left hand on Zhou Rui's shoulder gradually became stronger. Zhou Rui's eyes were calm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Li Carlo in silence.

After half a minute, Li Carlo's right hand that clenched his fist and his left hand that pressed Zhou Rui's shoulder were released at the same time, and he straightened his waist.

"Don't be a fool of your tongue, Mr. Zhou, you're going to die soon." When he turned to leave, Li Carlo looked at Zhou Rui with a smile in his tone, "We'll go talk to Athena and ask her some more private questions, you know." ”

Zhou Rui closed his eyes and stopped talking to this guy who was identified as a fool by himself. He knew that the other party was probably bored in the middle of the night and wanted to come down to have fun, but he was worried about being taught a lesson by Sasa, so he held back his desire. This kind of person, Zhou Rui doesn't even have the interest to deal with him, let alone the interest of bickering.

The iron door was locked, Zhou Rui still closed his eyes, and his tense body relaxed again. The time he calculated in his mind was now about eleven forty.

It's almost time, then, let's try it for the time being, it's good to grab the gun and shoot a warning shot, if Mo Lei and they are nearby, it would be the best, and it would be worth dying.

Close your eyes and force yourself to relax, relax, relax in your mind......

First, I moved my fingers, which had been numb from the long time of binding. The guy who implements the tie-up is very professional, the height of the rope on the chest is exactly the upper edge of the chest, the knot is tied behind the back after wrapping it several times, and the hands and wrists are tied side by side, and the knot can only be touched unless the hands have no bones.

Yes, you can break one wrist.

What is pain, pain is nothing but a perception, and this perception can be transformed, and it can be imagined that pain is projected on another person, another lifelike imaginary ghost, which is another self.

The sound of a dislocated wrist was not loud, but the muscles on the demonic beast's face were beating, the body was trembling, the eyelids were shaking rapidly, and the bald head was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his face became pale and terrifying in an instant. But he still closed his eyes without saying a word, and his right hand shook behind him, slowly sliding out of the loose snare, followed by his other hand.

Gently and imperceptibly, he shook his body, and the rope on his body slid down slightly. Zhou Rui's right hand on his back touched it upwards and touched the knot. With his eyes still closed, he fumbled with the knot with one hand, familiarizing himself with the structure of the binding, his thumb and forefinger nimbly picking at the knot, and then relaxed as if he had collapsed.

After resting for a minute, Zhou Rui woke up from the extreme excitement and great pain, calmed down, and began to twist his body and kick his legs and swing his head comically at the camera in the corner.

A moment later, he heard footsteps in the doorway, the pace of the footsteps was uniform and heavy, this time no longer the same Ricarlo.

The iron door opened.

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