Nick's head buzzed with the sound of the grenade exploding.

I called for help I don't know how many times, but no one paid attention, and I finally relieved myself, and I didn't hear the explosion again.

Nick shook his head, intending to get up and run away.

But before he could get up, he felt his hair grabbed roughly, and then his two arms were grabbed, and he quickly dragged him forward on the ground.

Is this here to save me?

Although Nick felt some pain in his scalp, he was still pleasantly surprised.

But he soon dismissed the idea, and although his tinnitus was terrible, he still felt that something was wrong. For he felt that the man who was dragging him was not taking him downstairs, but going inside.

"Who, let me go!"

"Let your mom go!" One of the men who grabbed him was a slap in the face.

"I'll circle you and let go of me!"

Nick was slapped in the face, knowing that it wasn't their own people who were holding him. But he still yelled and cursed, trying to get people to let him go.

Although I know that it is impossible, but what if?

Nick is tragic, what he wants in case it doesn't come.

After being dragged by the hair for a while, he was thrown into the room where Franco and the others were.

Nick noticed that the big hand that was tugging at his hair was loose, so he looked up blankly and saw Franco with a sneer on his face.

With great difficulty, he got up from the ground and sat down.

"If you want to kill or chop, give it a good time." Nick said stiffly.

"Hey, you still want to have fun? Thinking too much about you!? Say, "How many of you are there?" Who is in the lead? Who sent you?" Franco sneered and asked a barrage of questions.

But his words were destined to be in vain. Because in the eyes of Nick, who was temporarily deaf, he said that there was only one meaning:

Aba Baba Abba.

"Can you be louder? I can't hear you!"

"Can't you hear?" Franco thought Nick was playing tricks on him, and said to the people around him:

"Go, give him two slaps!"

When his subordinates heard this, they walked close and squatted down, opened their bows left and right, and crackled into two slaps. But it doesn't seem to be enjoyable yet, and I slapped it twice!

"Do you hear me now?"

Franco asked again.

But in Nick's eyes, it's still Abba Aba.

Franco was furious and was about to have someone beat him again, but was stopped by Xie Xuelong.

"Don't fight, the explosion is too close to him, he shouldn't be able to hear the sound clearly, and it will take a while to slow down."

"Okay."

Franco nodded helplessly, looking a little disappointed. "Then I can't ask anything."

But when he thought about it, he began to get excited again.

"Inspector! This thing is so powerful, they definitely won't be able to attack it, so we're stable."

Xie Xuelong glanced at him and didn't speak.

Steady, you Spaniards are really, don't you have to rely on me to save yourself?

"Inspector, do you think they're going to attack again?"

"Yes! If they dare to attack so blatantly, they must have already let it go. Just go back like that, if it were you, would you?"

"No, it won't."

"That's it, and besides, don't think that we have a grenade and sit on the Diaoyutai platform. If it's me, there's at least five ways to kill us!"

….

"What? Don't laugh at the Inspector." Franco's eyes widened.

"What are you laughing about? If you can't attack it and set it on fire, where are you going?"

"This!" Franco couldn't laugh anymore.

Fuck, how did I not think of such an easy way? Since I can't even think of it myself, then I can't think of those estimates outside, right?

Franco thought to himself.

Xie Xuelong on the side looked at his watch

Emotions changed, and he shook his head helplessly.

Outside the courtyard wall, Jensen was standing in the corner with a grim face.

Just one tentative attack caused them to lose seven or eight people, and a few of them were wounded, and even Nick didn't know whether he was alive or dead at this time.

The most important thing is that the other side has a variety of extremely powerful explosive weapons. Throw it out and blow it up.

How can this be fought?

"They didn't throw that thing again when you retreated?" Jensen asked the wounded man who had escaped.

"No, I threw it three times."

"Isn't it, this thing, there are only three of them?" Jensen fell into deep thought.

No way.

It's better to try.

So Jensen chose four people and quietly rushed upstairs again.

But this time was different from the last time, and they made some preparations.

He asked people to unload the two door panels, and the people in front of them carried them in front, and instructed them to directly cover the door panels as long as the other party threw thunder, and then ran away, and then found a way. Because he observed the wounds on the wounded men's bodies, they were basically small and did not penetrate the wounds, indicating that the power of this thing may not be so great.

Their entry once again caught the attention of Franco and the others, who made a crack open the door and saw the enemy walking up with their heads shrunk with their heads held on to the door panel.

"Haha, Inspector Xie, here they are again. Lei Lei Lei, let me throw one and have fun!"

They came in again, which means that the other party didn't think of the fire attack method, and it seems that the leader of the other party is still not as smart as me.

Franco thought happily.

Xie Xuelong sighed and asked Xiao Wu to hand him a grenade. Franco took it carefully and pulled the tab off. His men took advantage of the situation to open the door, and he threw the grenade outside.

The grenade arced through the air, smashed into the wall, bounced off it, and fell in front of the attacker.

Without hesitation, the man carrying the door panel in front threw it out, then turned around and ran, and just after taking two steps, an explosion was heard from behind.

Their heads shrank in fright, but when they found that they didn't feel any pain, they were happy.

Sure enough, the power of this thunder is not very great.

But they didn't figure out a question, this thunder was covered by the door panel, so the other party wouldn't throw it again?

The answer was no, and Franco walked straight out of the room, stood at the entrance of the stairs, and threw two thunderbolts downstairs. This time there was no door panel, and there was no time to make a throw, and after two explosions, boom, boom, these four of Jensen's men were blown into a sieve.

Jensen witnessed the whole process at the door, and his eyes were suddenly split.

I've long heard that there are many tricks in people's firearms, but I didn't expect that even two people would be so difficult to handle.

If they can't be killed today, the Netherlands will never be able to escape the fate of enslavement in the future!

But the question is, what now?

What can be done if you can't rush up?

Jensen stood still, not saying a word, and his men didn't know what to say. The atmosphere became extremely silent for a while, until a man whispered:

"Let's not live again, why don't we just light the house with a fire?"

"What did you say!?" Jensen shouted.

"I—I'll just say it casually, don't be surprised!" Seeing Jensen's excitement, the subordinate shrank his head in fright and explained.

"What's the matter!? You're a fucking genius!" Jensen shouted with a slam on the shoulder.

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