This small door is still made of pure iron, and it is very thick. I reckon the outside lock is the same kind of big lock, or it is stuck in the thick iron latch.

Don't look at the four of us now, but in the face of this kind of iron gate, even if we kick and break our legs together, we won't open the door.

The four of us pondered and looked up with cold hands.

I understand what he thinks, since the door doesn't open, can we just go over the wall? The problem is that the wall here is so slippery, it's not like climbing a cliff, no matter how steep the cliff is, there must be small rocks protruding, right?

I fed the cold hand, and when he looked at me, I waved my hand to show that what he was trying to do wasn't working.

At this point, the iron donkey interjected and told us all to step back five meters. I didn't understand what he meant, but like a cold hand and a drug lord, I retreated in confusion.

The iron donkey kept holding the submachine gun, and he didn't use the scope, he held the gun and slammed against the small iron gate.

The bullet smashed into the iron door, and it made the door rattle rhythmically. I could see that the iron donkey wanted to break the latch with brute force.

This is a double-edged sword, the power of the submachine gun is great, and it can barely penetrate the iron gate, and the problem is that at the same time, those bullets that cannot be penetrated are prone to ballistic rebound.

I said in my heart that if it was bulleted anywhere else, it would be easy to say, but if it really hit us, then we would be shot invisibly.

I was a little nervous as I watched the iron donkey shoot. I was next to the drug lord, so I deliberately leaned next to him, in fact, I thought that we should overlap as much as possible, and also reduce the area of ammunition.

The drug lord was smart enough to understand my thoughts almost instantly, but the fuck was hiding behind me all of a sudden.

I'm very angry, and I said that I didn't do anything like him, and he took advantage of the co-authorship, didn't he? I moved to the side again, trying to show him a piece of his body.

The drug lord stared at me closely, and wherever I moved, he went. I finally sighed helplessly, and looked behind me, the old cripple was limping this way.

He originally escaped with the big chicken, but the big chicken died, and he was the only one left, and his intention was obvious, to join us.

The drug lord was taken by my gaze, and he also saw the old cripple, he didn't have a good face for the old cripple, and scolded him directly, "Lame, where the did you come from?" Get out of here! ”

The old cripple stopped, not daring to move closer to us, but he did not turn away.

The drug lord cursed again, but he didn't go over and hit people. My attitude towards the old cripple is that it is okay with him or not, anyway, as long as he doesn't delay us, just follow us like this.

During this time, the iron donkey kept shooting, and now that he had run out of bullets, he stopped shooting.

He had just taken a new magazine from the wounded sentry's waist, and now he was reloading his submachine gun as he leaned towards the small door.

It can be seen that the iron donkey was not confident that the iron door could be opened. He just kicked it at random.

But all of a sudden, the iron gate arched out slightly, and the iron donkey felt that there was a play, and he kicked a few more times. The latches on the outside must have been rotten, and now they were completely open.

I looked at it with cold hands and drug lords, and the moment the door opened, we all cheered and rushed over.

After that, the four of us ran out one after another, but in fact, just from the fact of going out, the shortcomings of the cold hand and the drug lord's lack of organization and discipline were exposed.

Iron Donkey and I have nothing, we run alone, the two big guys Cold Hand and the drug lord ran through the iron gate side by side, and they both let no one in order to pass through the small gate one step ahead.

After going out, the two bigwigs buried each other again, and said to the drug lord with a cold hand, "Why didn't you know how to be humble just now?" Didn't your mother teach you how to be a man? ”

The drug lord also retorted coldly and said, "You deserter is no better, the expression you squeezed with me just now is simply intoxicated and forgetful!" ”

Iron Donkey and I ignored their scolding. The iron donkey looked at the hillside in front of him, and I couldn't tell how I felt at this moment.

Don't look at it as just a matter of a wall inside and outside the door, but out of the small iron gate, I think we are really free, and we are definitely out of prison.

I took a few deep breaths to make myself feel more refreshed, and I also knew that I would have to continue to look for the mole and run away, which would be more tiring, and I had to be prepared.

The scolding war between the cold hand and the drug lord is still going on, and I don't know what to do, but after such a while, the scolding level has escalated and turned into an insult to the other party's personality.

Coldly saying that the nickname of the drug lord is true or false, isn't it just selling fake drugs? What else is a drug lord? At that time, the white powder that boasted himself was very pure and true, but after being arrested by the police, the white powder was almost all mixed with flour.

The drug lord also said that he was cold-handed, and you still boasted that you were a special soldier, do you have a number? Others ask you what you have done before since you are a special soldier? You're fucking boasting that you've flown a private jet and trained robots? You don't have to be embarrassed when you blow this. Why don't you say that you are the Terminator, and you have traveled back to the future world?

Iron Donkey and I couldn't stand it anymore, so we waved our hands and told them to stop arguing. Originally, our persuasion had no effect, and they should still scold, but suddenly, a person ran out of the hillside in the distance. The iron donkey found it first, and told us to be careful, and we all turned our heads to look over.

Except for a path, the hillside was densely wooded, and the man must have run out of the woods. He stood motionless on the path, which was strange.

We were worried that he was a prison guard, and if he shot us at this time, wouldn't we be a living target?

The only place we can hide now is to get back into the door. That's not what we want, because once we go back, we always feel like we're back in prison.

But in the face of life and death, we can't afford to hesitate too much. The four of us swooped back, and the old cripple was about to run out of the small door, when we entered and collided with him.

The drug lord and the cold hand did not give the old cripple face, and the drug lord even went up and kicked the old cripple back.

All four of us were hidden inside the small door. The old cripple shummed, struggling to get up from the ground, and muttered that he was disabled, and that we should not do this to him.

The drug lord scolded, probably after fighting with the cold hand, he still had a belly of fire in his heart, he scolded the old cripple, "Are you blind?" What about when you take the bus yourself? Regardless of your old and weak, sick and pregnant, don't ink with Lao Tzu. ”

The old cripple couldn't do anything, especially when he found that there were people standing on the hillside, and he was so frightened that he quickly moved around and hid beside us.

The four of us didn't wait passively, and poked our heads out one after another to look out carefully.

The man stood still. I said to Cold Hand, "Aren't you holding a flashlight?" Hurry up, unscrew it and take a picture. ”

The cold hand hurriedly moved, but it was also a point shot, and the flashlight was turned off after only a moment. But by this moment, I recognized that the person standing was a black mole, and he was holding his waist with both hands.

I thought to myself that we were about to look for him, and he took the initiative to come over? I don't think it's a good thing, especially if you look at it, the mole behaves a little weirdly.

The iron donkey patted the submachine gun he was holding, which was also a disguised reminder to us, we have guns, don't be afraid. He said to Leng Shou again, "Take a few more shots." ”

The cold hand simply kept the flashlight on. The light stays on the mole all the time. We also took the opportunity to keep looking at the mole, and even walked out from behind the small door.

I took advantage of the time to say to the cold hand and the drug lord, "This person on the other side is the black mole we are looking for." ”

The cold hand didn't say, and the drug lord asked curiously, "Didn't Lao Xiong say that this person is from your group?" Look at the posture, he doesn't know you well. ”

I was so sad that I didn't know how to lie. The cold hand helped me out of the siege, and he reminded the drug lord, "You stupid, this is a prisoner in Prison District, and his brain is not very good sometimes." ”

The drug lord looked like he had suddenly realized, nodded and said yes.

But before we could say anything, the mole moved, he raised his hand and waved it at us, which seemed to mean to say again, go with him.

After that, he ran backwards without looking back, especially when the running speed was not slow, and he swished into the woods again.

I was stunned by his thunderous behavior, and the drug lord sighed even more, "Wonderful, what a wonderful!" ”

I'm not embarrassed to answer, but in my heart, this may not be as simple as wonderful!

The iron donkey didn't want the mole to go, especially this time when we were tasked with taking the mole away, and he beckoned us and said, "Go, follow!" ”