In fact, Dufo didn't know that the information of these two people was not discovered by the children, and the children's ability was not enough to detect the infiltration of two professionally trained intelligence officers, so that they really revealed their whereabouts It was the owner of the house where they were located.

In order not to alarm others to expose themselves, they made a deal with the owner of the house with the best view, a middle-aged widower with a red nose and a bloody nose, who looked a little scruffy and had a messy house, and life without women was not so pleasant. The two members of the security committee gave the middle-aged man twenty yuan and told him that he would only occupy his house for three days, and that he could come back at night, but only on the first floor. At the same time, they also told the man not to reveal their information, and they wanted to surprise their friends who were about to pass through the town.

In fact, they didn't think about tying up this middle-aged man temporarily, but this is a small town, and the more than 20,000 people in the town seem to be quite a lot, but in fact there are so many, and there are probably less than 5,000 families divided into them, and almost all of them are very familiar with each other. Once this middle-aged man goes missing for two or three days, there will definitely be local sheriffs who will come to see what is going on here, and nosy people are not only in developed areas, but also here.

It's better to pay him to shut up and keep him wandering around town as if nothing had happened.

Their ideas are very good, and middle-aged men are willing to keep their mouths shut, but the three of them have ignored one thing, what kind of activities does a middle-aged man who has lost his wife and no children usually have?

If the middle-aged man has a good job and income, and lives in a developed city, he may have some healthier social activities, such as helping those girls who are facing difficulties, or asking those skilled women to study hard and continue to study their skills, but it is really not possible to find some "doctor" who can treat his bulking problems.

But this is a small town, a small town in the middle of nowhere, where there are no skilled women, no girls who desperately need money to save their lives, and no doctors who are good at making those who swell out of their swells, only wine and jokes.

The man who got twenty dollars immediately went to do what he loved best, drinking. Previously, he relied entirely on casual workers to earn pocket money, and he had his own farmland to support him. Now that he had money, he should have a good drink, so he went to his favorite bar, asked for two bottles of high-end liquor worth a sum of five, and the world of drinking with his friends spun.

Someone asked him curiously if he had dug up the gold from the ground, or if he had done something shady somewhere, but he laughed and told his friends that two fools from the city rented the second floor of his house for three days, twenty dollars.

In normal times, this may be an enviable piece of good fortune, but at Doolin's orders, it is an extremely important piece of information in the eyes of those who care about it, and in order to prevent the adults from coming in and out of the hotel to attract the attention of the two drunks on the other side of the inn, they chose to let the child tell Durin and his friends about it.

At this time, the boss sitting at the counter pointed to the small door behind him without looking back, his attention was completely attracted by the hilarious plots on TV, and he laughed for a while from time to time, and the laughter made people's scalp tingle.

Dover nodded, put a hand in his pocket and walked out the back door, which was a simple alley with a wooden fence separating the building from the mud and garbage on the other side. He walked through four buildings before turning to the road, and then slowly walked to the back of the house opposite the inn.

There was also a back door here, and Du Buddha looked left and right, and his wrist shook slightly, and a blade more than two inches long slipped out from behind his wrist, and was caught between his fingers. He held the doorknob in one hand and shoved the blade into the crack of the door, gently stirring, and when he felt some resistance and slowly increased his strength for a short time, the feeling in his hand told him that the door was open. He gently pulled the door open, took off his leather shoes, and turned to enter the house.

The pistol in the holster was already in his hand, and he opened the safety and cautiously examined the first floor of the room, but found nothing. Before going up to the second floor, he picked up a dirty, fluffy toy on the floor, frowned slightly, and put it back on the floor.

The half-human-tall toy had a disgusting smell on it, no doubt a smell that only men could make, and his face changed color when combined with his guess.

This damn homeowner, definitely a pervert!

He shifted his gaze to a shabby couch, where there was a pillow, which he picked up and went up to the second floor with his gun in hand. As soon as he reached the second floor, he heard a voice coming from inside the door of the second room.

"Do you know where in town there is a telephone?"

"There was a grocery store at the gate of town when we came in, and there seemed to be a phone there. ”

"Really, I'm going to take a look, I'm going to have to report to them......"

Then came the sound of the door lock being twisted, and it was clear that one of the two men was leaving.

He may not be very good at asking Dover to think about something overly complicated, but if he is to be asked to choose the most suitable plan as quickly as possible in battle, then he must be very good. When the reeds of the door lock were twisted to the ground and made a jerky metal grinding sound, Dover made a decision, two people, one was enough.

The guy who opened the door and walked out still had a smile on his face, his eyes completely focused on the room, and he didn't even notice Duffo standing on the edge of the hallway. Dufo didn't give him any chance, he directly blocked the pillow in front of the muzzle and kept pulling the trigger, and the four bullets instantly tore the somewhat damp pillow, bringing out the yellowed and fluffy down inside. The soldier standing in the hallway shook his body a few times and fell to the ground with a thud.

One of the four bullets hit him in the neck, and the other three were all in the chest, enough to make him wait for death without even speaking. There are many people who say that you should aim at the head when shooting, but this is a wrong statement that cannot be considered wrong, and the torso area is larger than that of a person with a head, so it is easier to be hit. There are only two purposes for shooting the human body, one is to restrict movement, and the other is to kill the opponent, but these are not enough for people to aim at the target's head.

If you hit the heart or major organs or intestines, as long as you are not treated in a short period of time, there is no need to rescue them for about two to three minutes. As for restricting movement, legs are very good targets.

The sound of him falling and the sound of the gunshots alarmed the other person in the room, who immediately drew his gun and half-crouched behind the bed and aimed at the door, his forehead began to sweat, and he could no longer see or hear anything outside the door except for a pair of legs that twitched from time to time.

The sound of the gunfire was much weaker after passing through the pillows, and the doors and windows in this room were closed and did not reach outside the room, and the pedestrians walking on the road did not even know that a homicide had just taken place less than ten meters in diameter.

The silent space can make some people relax, but also can make some people nervous, the people in the room confronted the air for three minutes, and after the twitching legs no longer moved, the pressure in their hearts increased sharply, and they couldn't bear it and shouted, "Who is it, we are agents of the Imperial Security Council, we are on a mission, and your behavior has seriously violated the laws of the Empire......"

Just then, he heard a crisp metallic vibrating sound from outside the door, the sound of a well-known brand lighter opening the lid, and about five seconds later, a lit pillow was thrown in from outside the door.

The position was awkward, and the pillow fell on the other side of the bed, which quickly ignited the quilt on the bed, and the flames grew bigger and bigger, but the people in the room did not dare to extinguish the flames. Because he knew very well that if he made any noise, there was a chance that a gun would appear outside the door.

Beads of sweat hung down his sideburns, he wiped the sweat from his face, slowed down and got up slowly, now there are two ways to go.

Rush out and fight this gunman to the death, or break the window and jump out of it.

This is the second floor, not very high, and he will not be fatally injured if he jumps out, and if he jumps out, he will definitely alarm the local sheriff. When the time comes, he will be able to get help from the locals, and this gunman will definitely not be able to escape.

But he wasn't sure if the guy would suddenly shoot at him when he broke the window, and people's fear of the unknown was much higher than the fear of the known, and it was this uncertainty that kept him struggling to make a decision.

By this time he had moved to the window, the whole bed was burning, but there was still no sound at the door, he knew he couldn't wait any longer, he didn't want to be burned alive, and he didn't want to be shot dead as soon as he went out like his companions. He picked up the binoculars on the table and smashed them against the window. The sound of glass shattering was like a signal for the starting pistol, and he sat on the table with his legs kicked his ass, and fell out of the window as soon as he rolled over.

In the breath of fresh air, he thanked God for not giving up on him.

But what awaited him was a familiar face - Du Buddha, and a wooden stick.

He didn't have enough time to fall from the second floor to adjust his body and aim and shoot, and he watched as a dark figure covered his eyes, and his head buzzed and he lost all image in front of him.

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