It was getting late, the night was hazy, and the roof was on the roof.

"Comrade Sanmao!"

The iron door opened, and a person hurried.

Sanmao turned around and jumped off the roof and said, "How is it?"

"For a whole afternoon, there was no movement in the patrol room, and it was not until just now that a few cars drove out and came this way."

When Sanmao heard this, his spirits perked.

He's been squatting here for a long time.

Since Wang Xiaohu started to report to the patrol room, Sanmao chose to squat here. The roof of a building here is the highest place near Hongguang High School, and the surrounding area is clear at a glance.

And it's not too close to the target to be observed, so it won't be discovered.

can start from the report of eucalyptus, Sanmao left patrol room did not move, right patrol room still did not move; At this point, you are a fool, and you should find out that something is wrong.

Combined with the information uploaded to the Torch Treasure Tree by Zhao Jingyang in Canaan City, Sanmao knew that he was afraid that this red light patrol house had been infiltrated by the cult.

Otherwise, the empire's policy of exterminating the cult will be wiped out; Even the slightest trace of a cult must be carried out with great fanfare and tightened forth.

And here, the eucalyptus was reported, but there was no movement.

However, Sanmao is sure that there is no movement in the patrol room for the time being, which does not mean that there will be no movement all the time. Since the report has been reported, it is convenient to know that the whereabouts of the cult have been exposed.

You have to breathe, don't you?

While transmitting the news back to Hanhai Pavilion, he assigned manpower; Teach the two comrades to go and watch near the patrol house to see when they move; Sanmao himself squatted on this high place, and some of the remaining comrades were scattered around the large courtyard of the cult.

It was only at this point that I finally waited for the news.

Sanmao's spirits perked up: "Are you sure they're coming here?"

The visitor nodded, "There can be no mistake."

He said, "It's near."

Sanmao bowed slightly: "So... Quickly summon the interrogation, and teach the comrades over there to act according to the plan."

"Good!"

The person who came turned around and left.

didn't think about doing special things, but after confirming that there was a problem with the patrol room, Dong Hongyu made a decision and decided to implicate the special affairs office.

If there is a problem with the patrol room, then go to the special office. If there is a problem with the special affairs or the cultists can't be dealt with, that's when Sanmao and them appear.

All in all, hiding the word is one of the fundamental policies of the Hanhai Royal Court at this stage.

If for some reason you can't hide it anymore, then you won't hide it. But this is the last option.

Sanmao jumped on the roof again, his eyes drooping down without any emotion, and he crossed a straight-line distance of several kilometers, patrolling the inside and outside of the abandoned compound.

At this time, in the courtyard, the group of black-robed people were still praying around the miserable white flames.

It's almost a day.

Sanmao followed Zhao Jingyang's appearance, squinted his eyes slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder.

According to the Empire's attitude towards the cult, cult members should be cautious and cautious. But here, it can't be said to be a big fanfare, but it's not very hidden.

Could it be that he really relied on the infiltration of the Red Light Mansion to reach a certain situation, and no longer had any worries?

I saw a few cars, slowly driving into the alley where the abandoned compound was located—these cars were clearly hanging with the signboards of the patrol room, but they were not the kind of vehicles used for patrols and emergency tasks, but the 'prisoner cars' used to transport prisoners. ….

- Several cars have a large compartment.

Sanmao looked at these cars and listened to them in front of the abandoned compound. See the head of a car at the head and get down a man. The man approached the door and knocked on it a few times.

A short time later, the door opened, and a man shrouded in black robes stepped out.

I saw that the black-robed man and the patrol room nodded separately, and then the door was completely opened, and several cars drove in.

Seeing this, Sanmao took a deep breath.

It's almost blatant.

The state of communication between the black-robed man who opened the door in the abandoned courtyard and the person patrolling the house would not be the communication between enemies in any case.

Therefore, it was determined that the patrol house was infiltrated before, and now it is ten out of ten.

His mind turned.

"Dog thing!" Sanmao cursed in his heart.

There is really no need to say much about the number of ways of cults; No normal person should have anything to do with cults. Sanmao always can't figure out some things, such as this-how these people fell to the cult!

Can the demagogic power of a cult be so strong?

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

I saw that in the open courtyard, after the cars entered, they slowly stopped; Dozens of *** black-robed people didn't move, and two or three people came up to catch up.

In several cars, seven or eight people also came down.

One of them is fat, Sanmao recognizes it at a glance, that guy is the leader of the patrol room!

I saw the two sides face to face and said a few words; The fat man in the patrol room taught people to open the carriages of several cars, and then drove down a group of people from the carriages!

Sanmao's eyes swept and he knew that it was thirty.

These people were in rags, young and old. They all cowered and shivered.

Then he saw the fat man, who pulled a woman in front of him, grabbed her by the hair, and spoke to the black-robed man; As he spoke, he put a pair of fat and greasy hands on the woman's chest.

Sanmao pursed his lips.

The fat man climbed the woman's chest, grabbed her hair with one hand, and shook his head at the black-robed man. Suddenly, the fat man's fat and greasy hand tore open the woman's chest, and blood spurted out!

The woman opened her mouth and glared in despair, about to scream.

The fat man's hand grabbing her hair pressed down fiercely, and the screams didn't come out!

Looking at this, Sanmao clenched his fists all of a sudden, and couldn't help but twist his neck to look in the direction of Linglong District - the people from the special affairs office, why haven't they come yet!

In the abandoned compound, the fat inspector struck three or five times and put his hand into the woman's chest.

I saw a crackling, the woman exploded, and the flesh and blood fell to the ground, revealing a body of bones!

At this time, Sanmao was panting like a cow in his nostrils. He gritted his teeth, leaped forward, and the man soared like a falcon, from top to bottom, slanting diagonally towards the old courtyard.

However, Sanmao was admittedly angry, but he did not lose his mind.

This flutter, silently, fell in the headquarters of the college reunion next to the courtyard.

Before the person landed, the sound was transmitted.

"Why hasn't there been any movement over there?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person was in mid-air, and he had already turned his head - he saw several cars, roaring straight here.

Sanmao fell to the ground, exhaled a long breath, and said secretly in his heart: "I have made him a cult with a thousand cuts, and if Yeming doesn't bring in special affairs, I won't be able to bear it today!" .

Nineteen generations