The gate of the police force was closed, a small two-story building and a bungalow were enclosed by courtyard walls on all sides, and the horse lamp in the gatehouse was on, and the light illuminated a small area inside the gate through the window, but the policeman on duty was already asleep in a small bed in the house.

The bungalow was located between the office building and the back wall, there was a warehouse, a dormitory, and a dungeon, and the duty room at the entrance of the dungeon was also lit, and a few policemen could be vaguely seen playing cards through the window.

The policeman is not a soldier, and of course he went home after work, and after dark, in addition to the guards on duty, there were also a few dormitories in the police force, and at the moment he was snoring one after another in the dormitory at the other end of the bungalow. There is also an office on the second floor of the courtyard with lights on, where a police officer on duty is on the phone.

In the eyes of Hu Yi, who was accustomed to seeing the enemy's position, this qiē was not even a papier-mâché defense. The police force, which is separated by a wall from the gendarmerie, is the target of Hu Yi's feint, which can both attract the attention of the gendarmerie and get guns.

Although Su Qing emphasized that he should keep a low profile and whisper, although Li Youcai said that he didn't run away as soon as the gun went off, Hu Yi was not a professional assassin, and he felt unhappy without a gun or bayonet.

When the flashlight flickered and showed that the two patrolling policemen had returned to the bungalow duty room in the back again, the iron hook flew up to the wall, followed by a figure pulling the rope up, and then retracting the rope and landing on the ground, rushing to the office building like a civet cat in the posture of a soldier dodging the rain of bullets.

When I entered the door, the light suddenly dimmed, I stopped in the door to get used to it, and began to walk slowly and lightly, and tried a few doors in the corridor on the first floor, and they were all locked. Then he left the hallway and began to walk slowly up the stairs, holding the iron hook in his hand and wrapping the short rope around his arm a few times to avoid mopping the floor.

When I reached the corridor on the second floor, I could see a slight light shining through the crack in one of the doors, at least that door was unlocked, and there should be all the keys in this building, so I walked steadily towards this door step by step. I'm not nervous at all, I'm really not nervous, compared to the firepower point of the devil with a grenade, what can this be at this moment?

Mentally prepared for the impact, the right hand holding the iron hook hung down at his side, and the left hand gently grasped the doorknob, and slowly pushed it open, and the door shaft made a slight light sound.

I saw a desk, and a policeman was hunched on the phone on the desk, rubbing his eyes as he heard the door knock and trying to raise his head.

One step, two steps, he walked steadily to the side of the desk, numb and expressionless. In the third step, the target finally let go of the hand that rubbed his eyes, in the fourth step, he frowned and was confused, in the fifth step, he looked surprised, and in the sixth step, the target unconsciously began to widen his eyes and open his mouth slightly, but he was already standing beside him.

The left hand slammed over his mouth and nose, and pushed his head against the back of the chair behind him, and heard the cracking sound of his neck bone being violently struck by the top of the backrest, and then placed the iron hook of his right hand on the throat that was bulging because of the tilt of the head, and pulled it horizontally.

In the light, you can see that the trachea of the black hole is constantly bubbling with blood bubbles due to the iron hook being torn alive, accompanied by a strange sound of gas.

He put away the hook, pulled a shell gun from the holster on the corpse, examined the magazine, loaded it, and placed it on the table. Tearing the body aside, he sat behind his desk, his narrow eyes staring into the dark hallway outside the door in the light.

She said she didn't owe anything, but how could it be? If I died, would it be considered indebted? It didn't seem to be ...... At least she'll be free.

After a while, he sighed deeply, picked up the gun on the table, picked up a string of keychains marked with numbers from the side, picked up the flashlight on the table, and got up and walked out of the room.

I went to the gun room, I went to the storeroom, I walked to the evidence room...... When Hu Yi returned to the duty office again, there were more things on the desk.

Under the light, a beautiful maroon red wooden barge holster glowed with a faint warm light, and sitting in a chair, he opened the holster and pulled out a barge gun that was almost ninety percent new. This is the M1932 model, and its biggest difference is that there is an extra fast and slow machine on the left side of the gun body.

After carefully and attentively examining the gun, he removed the ten-round live magazine of the original gun, filled it with bullets, and filled the two twenty-round long magazines he had collected, and finally loaded one long magazine into the body of the gun.

Then, after looking at a new set of police uniforms on the table for a while, he finally got up and began to change.

In fact, it doesn't matter what clothes you wear, but you are likely to die today, you don't want to be too ugly at the end, and the police uniform also has a belt and armed shoulder straps, and when you are bound to your body, you will feel steady, you don't feel empty, you are used to it, just get used to it, and the police uniform will be a police uniform.

This is an old-fashioned standard police uniform, but without the blue sky and white sun cockade on the hat, it will be secretly scolded by the people as a black dog when it is worn.

The laces of the black leather shoes were tightened, the white leggings were wrapped around the two calves of the black police pants, the crisp black top was tightly tied with a brown cowhide belt, the armed belt was worn cross-body over the shoulder, and the gun holster was worn cross-body behind him. Finally, he picked up a big cap with a black brim and a black top and white brim, and slowly put it on seriously and attentively.

I've never been interested in looking in the mirror, but now I want to, but I don't have a mirror, so I have to turn around and look at the window.

In the light, the glass in several square areas pieced together a dim police figure, tall and not like a policeman, the mirror image was not clear, but black and white could be seen.

When the time was almost up, he slipped the two spare magazines, one long and one short, into his right trouser pocket, unloaded the bullets from the earliest shell gun, and put them in the lower right pocket of his jacket along with the pile of bullets collected on the table, and then wrapped the bloody iron hook of the bolt around a few times and hung it on the belt behind his waist.

I thought it would take some twists and turns, so I prepared a Molotov cocktail, but now I don't have to bother, just tear the linen cloth on the mouth of the bottle, and then start pouring it into the room.

Throwing down the empty bottle, he lifted the lantern on the table and walked to the door, threw it down and smashed it, and swayed into the darkness of the hallway without looking back.

......

Under the reflection of the skyrocketing fire, a rapid alarm whistle finally sounded, and in the police compound, more than a dozen policemen who ran out of the dormitory tried to rush into the office building in a panic to extinguish the fire.

The gendarmerie next door also sounded the emergency assembly horn, and all the devil guards on duty were staring blankly at the skyrocketing flames across the wall, they would not leave their posts for anything, they could only watch the flames soar into the air. The sleeping devils hurriedly assembled, and then were led by the officers, carrying pots and pans and other handy tools, to the police force to help stop the spread of the fire.

Feng Zhong woke up, he was woken up by the noisy whistles and the hurried footsteps in the corridor, and instinctively pulled out the handful of pickers pressed under the pillow in a daze, wanting to drill under the bed, noticing the fiery red shining in from the window, and hearing someone shouting for help in the distance, so he let go of the panic, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and ran to the window to see the situation.

This is a two-story dormitory building in the corner of the gendarmerie compound, each floor is a dozen opposite rooms on the north and south sides, the middle corridor corridor, the entrance is at the end of the corridor on the first floor, and the staircase to the second floor is at the other end of the corridor, because some rooms in this dormitory building are occasionally used for other purposes, so all the windows are fixed with metal fences.

Feng Zhong lives in a room in the middle of the first floor, the reason why he chose this building to live in is also because he has a fancy to those fences that seal the windows, he doesn't have to worry about being sneaked in, can there be a safer place than here?

......

There was a ghost gendarme standing at the door of the building, looking at the skyrocketing fire outside the wall in the distance from time to time, listening to the noisy shouts coming from the fire, and guessing the cause of the fire in his heart. Later, he suddenly felt a little cold in his back and wanted to look back, but suddenly felt his head sway, as if he couldn't breathe, which felt more like he didn't need to breathe. He still didn't understand what was happening when he fell to the ground, because he couldn't see his throat, which had been cut by an iron hook, and could only see the back of a policeman walking into the door of the building as if no one was around.

The corridors were a little dim, but not dark, and the doors of some of the rooms were open, because the gendarmerie who had gathered in a panic did not bother to close them, and the light of the burning fire entered the windows, and leaked through the half-open doors of the guò rooms. Irregular light was scattered on one side of the wall, red, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, swaying slightly, making this long corridor look eerie.

He tucked the hook and rope behind his waist, pulled out the M1932 with a long magazine, closed the safety, carried it in his right hand, and began to walk slowly forward step by step. When he passed through the first open door of the room, the light suddenly illuminated the shell gun he was carrying at random, flashing a beautiful toasted blue, obviously not very bright, but dazzling and clear.

The floor was laid under his feet, and every time he stepped forward, his shoes made a falling sound, accompanied by the occasional creak of the floor where it was loose. But he didn't seem to mind walking in the darkness, because his pace was not in a hurry, nor did he deliberately slow down, but just walked forward slowly, more like a black zombie.

One hundred six, one hundred and seventy. He stopped in front of a closed door, and the muzzle of his gun was raised and pointed at the door.

Kicking it away, the rate of action suddenly became swift and alert. The muzzle of the gun was pointed in the aisle, and after two shakes it suddenly pointed at an empty hall, under the table, at the window, and then at the opposite door.

Regardless of whether the target had already pointed his gun at the door due to the sound of the door, he did not hesitate to kick it open again, and at that moment, the trigger had been pressed by him more than half of the stroke, and he could go off at any time. The muzzle of the gun was pointed sharply at the bed in the room, the quilt was lifted, and the bed was empty. Quickly turn the muzzle of the gun and point it to the side corner, where only a chair sits there.

The firelight outside the window illuminated the cold face under the brim of the black hat, and he was thinking, what was wrong?

......

The view from the second floor is larger, so it is more convenient to see. Feng Zhong looked at the fire outside the wall in a room on the second floor and couldn't help but take a deep breath. When the traitor was not as comfortable as he imagined, he promised to let him fly away before the rebellion, and when the work was done, he became a temporary post in the gendarmerie, continued to serve the emperor, and lived in fear every day.

was depressed, suddenly heard that there seemed to be movement on the first floor, I don't know if this is the return of the imperial army, so I left the window and went out, walked down the stairs step by step, and habitually pulled out the pistol pinned to the back of my waist.

When the bright and dark corridor on the first floor completely appeared in view, Feng Zhong suddenly froze and did not take the last few steps.

The figure of a policeman stood quietly at the door of Room 107, casually carrying a gun, facing the stairs. The dim light leaking from the door illuminated a sleek police uniform, which was exceptionally black, and the eyebrows and eyes under the brim of the hat were too black to be seen, only the chin shimmered against it.

I couldn't see those eyebrows but could feel them, it must be a vicious gaze, a gaze looking at the prey, because Feng Zhongzheng felt a chill down his spine, so cold that he seemed to hallucinate, as if he saw two green beast pupils lit up in the darkness under the brim of the black hat.

At this moment, even time stood still......