After receiving Ding San's unusually positive confirmation, the vice captain immediately fell into deep thought. Then, suddenly, gritted his teeth and increased the speed of the car.

The two trucks behind them picked up speed, but there were still six or seven people on foot on either side. Even if it is accelerated a little, it will not affect the form for a short time.

At this time, the small window of the carriage behind him was opened by a subordinate, and his tone was full of resentment and sadness: "Captain, none of the wounded in the second team survived, all of them died!"

For a moment, there was silence in the carriage where the needle could be heard, and everyone could clearly hear their own breathing.

Thirty-three people when they left the city, and twenty less in just a few hours. Although he was ready to die on the first day of his career, is this kind of death too much today?

The third vice-captain bit his lip, and a few tears had been swirling for a long time in his eyes as he looked at the road ahead. It's just that the situation is too special now, and I gritted my teeth and tried my best to let the tears remain.

As for the "captain" Ding San next to him, he really wanted to kick the other party down. But their brother is no longer the one who has to die immediately.

It may be the only witness, an important witness to what is happening now.

Although he disobeyed the military order and did not kill Ding San, he may be the only surviving vice captain to bear extremely serious responsibility afterwards. But after analyzing the current situation, he found that they needed to survive even more.

Taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, the third deputy captain tried not to let his voice tremble and ordered: "Inform the car behind and the brothers below to speed up a little faster! As long as you get out of the village, concentrate all your firepower to suppress the enemy! Then. ”

Speaking of which, the corners of his mouth have been bitten out of a little blood. But he continued unnoticed: "Then we will go back to the city at full speed!"

The subordinates' gaze through the small window was also a little red, but they still replied in a firm tone without hesitation: "Yes!

At this point, he no longer had to pretend to be their captain.

The so-called vice-captain is the previous squad leader. Although Ding San also heard these strange words, he did not have the slightest doubt.

What the hell do you do?

He became the captain in a daze, but what exactly was this position?

What's more, with the external conditions at this time, he can't think slowly at all. There is a possibility of losing your life at any time, where can you care about this?

The speed of the car slowly increased, but for the sake of the soldiers under the car, even if it was faster, it was a little faster than ordinary people.

The gunfire was intermittent, but never stopped for even ten seconds.

The enemy in the darkness may have really been suppressed by the fire, and countless times he was scared back by the bullets as soon as he showed his head.

In this way, the two sides were at a stalemate, and it took an extremely long five minutes. The three trucks finally drove out of the village, and the three deputy captains suddenly accelerated under their feet.

The truck immediately rushed out of more than 100 meters, and only then turned a corner and stopped in a large arc. Then, he immediately grabbed his rifle and pushed the door open and got out of the car, relying on his long-term skillful touch, and suddenly pulled the trigger on a dark shadow in the headlight.

"Bang!"

"Huh?" With a look of anger, he seemed to see that he had hit his target. But the other party seemed to be fine, just paused for a moment and disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

The two cars behind followed suit, and immediately stopped in about the same position, forming a simple formation of three trucks. After leaving only two people to guard the car, all the rest were aimed at the black shadow and continued to pour bullets.

As time passed, some people shot one gun and some people shot twice, indiscriminately hitting all the black shadows.

It's just that more and more companions feel that they are obviously the target of the hit. But the other party didn't fall down even if he hesitated, but just kept attracting their attention.

Maybe because of the opponent's super fast movement speed in a flash, they really didn't hit a single shot.

I was reluctant, but I had to give myself a sudden poor marksmanship, and I barely found such a reasonable reason.

All the way out of the village to suppress the shooting, their bullet consumption is very large. The third deputy captain immediately ordered after putting on the new magazine again: "Everyone alternately cover the car, let, withdraw!"

A withdrawal word with full unwillingness, the first team that was killed by the explosion, plus the second team that had died in the car, made him nest endless anger in his heart.

But the other party made it clear that they didn't leave the village, and they had no way at all.

Somewhere at the entrance of the village, two masked men in green sit quietly in the shadows. Watch as the three trucks leave quickly, until the lights are out of sight, then slowly disappear in reverse.

"Click! Click!" Liu Lin's hands were as delicate and agile as butterflies, and he dismantled and assembled the locks in his hands. Ma Shuo watched carefully through the oil lamp, sometimes frowning and sometimes nodding to wake up.

He knew all the basics, but when he saw the so-called practice, he realized that every movement of his fingers has an effect.

All the actions exist independently, and up to now, Liu Lin has dismantled thousands of locks, and all the techniques are not coherent. Any action has its own meaning, and it is the initial action of opening a lock.

Originally, I thought it was martial arts, but I didn't expect it to be all freehand lockpicking skills.

Are there really 360 types of locks in the world?

This is not a simple difference in appearance, but a comprehensive factor in the designer's overall thinking, lock structure and material composition.

Copying and a small part of the improvement are not classified as types at all, only to develop and innovate new types.

In addition to eating and drinking Lazar for a day, Ma Shuo was completely in a state of concentration. Follow Liu Lin wholeheartedly, listen to your ears and look at what you think.

The first time he was exposed to this kind of high-intensity cramming teaching, his temples were already twitching. I felt my head groggy as if it was about to explode in the next moment.

Liu Lin smiled slightly when he saw this, after all, he was learning something new. It's hard to get used to the sudden increase in intensity, but it's good that Ma Shuo can hold on for so long.

"I'll get here today and spend the rest of the time figuring it out for myself. Tomorrow continues!"

After speaking, he stretched his waist and stood up, and walked out leisurely with his hands behind his back. Looking at this old and somewhat rickety back, Ma Shuo picked up the lock he had just assembled, and was slightly in a daze.

For a while, he actually entered a state of emptiness, and his head clearly recalled all the movements of Liu Lin just now, and his hands imitated it little by little. At his age, no matter how much he has experienced, imitation is still an instinctive reaction of the body.

It took five minutes to take it apart and it took twenty minutes to put it back on. Compared with Liu Lin's cycle in more than ten seconds, the gap is not ordinarily large.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired today, after all, receiving so much information at once, it's already a miracle to be able to persevere.

Sigh deeply, let's talk about it tomorrow.

It's time to rest and rest your brain, it's swollen and painful.

When I came outside the house and looked up at the sky, there were slightly cloudy clouds blocking the crescent moon.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and he turned his head to look at the mountain behind him. "Huhu!" a cloud eagle flew and landed on a big tree to look at Ma Shuo.

Feeling the sound of Liu Lin's even and steady breathing in the room, Ma Shuo turned around and walked towards the first line of sky.

"What!"

The information in Murray's mouth stunned him.

Hemlock Village gone?

Ding San: They became a security team?

I almost died under the insidious ambush of the man in green!

His hands clenched into fists, his breathing became heavier and heavier, but his expression was calmer than ever.

"Green!