"Okay, let's get ready and get moving." Zhang San took Di Shiyong and the gray cat to ambush outside the courtyard just one wall away from the main building of the research institute.

At that moment, everyone's hearts were lifted, but no one seemed nervous, as if they had been practicing on the playground countless times, but at this time, they were replaced by the endless African savannah under the night. No one would have thought that these explosives were real, and no one had time to think that those bullets were also real, all this was no longer a drill, everything that should have come will always come.

"Action!" As soon as Li Si's words fell, he rushed to the side of the sleepy militant standing guard by the door on the left, and the dagger appeared in the cold light, and a dark red had already flowed out of the man's neck. Half a second later, the guard on the right had collapsed in a pool of his own blood before he could turn his head to see clearly.

This is the first time Li Si has killed someone, and the feeling is difficult to describe in words, and the kind of blood spurting that is heart-warming but not fearful actually makes him a little excited for a while. He and the hummingbird gently ripped off the cloak of the fallen militant and wrapped it around themselves, slowly pushing open the door of the institute and peering inside.

At half-past four in the morning, most of the militants in the courtyard were asleep and snoring, and most of the hostages trapped around the campfire were unconscious.

They crept past the staggering militants, perhaps not expecting themselves to move so deep into the enemy. The masked militant beside the bonfire inadvertently turned over, maybe the temperature dropped a little cold, he casually picked up the firewood on his side and threw it into the fire, the flames in the fire pit crackled and ignited again, the militant who felt the warmth glanced at the two people wrapped in cloaks in the night, didn't pay much attention to this dreamlike early morning, turned his head and fell asleep again.

Li Si and the hummingbird's hearts almost reached their throats. Li Si's hand holding the handle of the gun was already oozing sweat, and his fingers hung on the trigger and trembled twice, finally relaxed. And the hummingbird almost pressed the remote control bomb detonation button glued to the car's fuel tank outside the hospital. The two of them froze for a few seconds, and the air seemed to freeze. The sound of breathing around them in the dark night and the sound of the militants inadvertently turning over was mixed with the crackling sound of the campfire, which smoothed the breathing of the two of them.

Everything returned to calm, and Li Si finally felt that the temperature in the air had dropped back to his body, just like the eyes that were quietly looking at him by the campfire, with ice in despair.

"Shh Li Si looked at a female medical researcher in a white coat bound with eyes full of panic but renewed hope in the cold night.

The hummingbird drew her dagger and prepared to cut the hemp rope that bound her, and the fire sprinkled on the blade of the dagger like a cold light, inadvertently hitting the eyelids of the militants on the other side of the wall. The militant lying on his side rolled over, but he was not so asleep so soundly.

The sound of broken footsteps mixed with the crackling of the campfire, and the faint friction of daggers cutting hemp ropes, finally aroused the vigilance of the armed men who had just turned over. He turned over again in a daze, just in time to see the hummingbird rescuing the female medical researcher, and he braced himself up, just about to open his mouth to remind his companions.

"Hmm!" With just one sound, he was already powerless to struggle, and his whole body was restrained and unable to move. Li Si pressed one hand around his neck and mouth, and with the other hand he had already slashed the dagger through his throat. The blood gushed out, and the young militant no longer had the strength to call out to his companions, and collapsed weakly.

The sound of falling to the ground and the sound of struggle was so incongruous with the quiet night that more militants began to toss and turn, and after the deepest night came dawn, and the dreams of the militants did not necessarily last until dawn.